#lionnessofthestars

Send me ✿ for 2 headcanons | I am bad at these, but still accepting

Try number 2. I lost my first version of this because I accidentally closed the app. Like an idiot.

Bonus one for context: Aryn calls Black Lion Bee because the first time she sits in the cockpit and goes for her first test flight she remarks that there is a low buzzing and him of her systems that reminds Aryn of the buzzing of the bees she’d hear on the porch at her family’s lake house.

1. Aryn has learned through accident that despite her sentience, Bee is still subject to instinctual predatory behaviour sometimes. The incident in question being an unexpectedly interrupted jog. Teaching Aryn that if Bee sees you running away and that drive kicks in, she WILL chase you and possibly pounce.

So to prevent this Aryn now tends to invite Bee on the hallway jogs and runs more on the spot at a slower pace while maintaining eye contact as well as she can until she’s out of Bee’s sight line.

2. Aryn has the unique ability to fall asleep anywhere at anytime. Even traditionally uncomfortable places and positions, because of her time with the Galra and sleeping on unpredictable schedules and awful hard slabs. She is starting to break that habit though with proper beds in the castle and a furry purring sleeping buddy sometimes in said bed.

{For that pun alone I want you as a pilot.}

“And one and two. And one and two.” Aryn held the large lionness’ paws in her hands. It was always that the lioness was the size of Earth lions in her dreams, if not bigger, and that her hands were real again. It felt like, in the delirium of it all, she could feel the fur and the rough pads of the paws. 

She stepped forward and back, watching their feet as she tried to teach the Lion the very basics of dancing with a partner. A smile crept over her face as she saw the paws step forward and back with her own, feeling the uneasy shift of the Lionness’ weight and holding her steady. All things considered, it was a nice moment, as they went at a slow pace. 

“You’re getting it. You’re better than some men I’ve danced with.” Aryn chuckled  and turned them slowly, making sure the lion could keep up.

It was fairly sudden that she woke up with her one metal arm draped over her forehead, and she stared up at the top of the bed out cove. “Mmm....” She wiped at her face tiredly. It was a weird dream, she only remembered that last little bit of it.