#lyrian asks

*rubs hands together* all excellent choices.

Lyra*~.

A/N: all these facts are based on Lyra in the cannon Arcanaverse.

23. What is your character’s favorite food and who cooks it best?

Lyra is a big dessert person, no surprise there. Although she does have a good sense of balance when it comes to food, so she won’t just eat sugar until she’s sick. That said, her favorite food is strawberry cake, her mother (Mabel) is the one who bakes it best, and she’s the one who introduced the mouth watering delight to Lyra. Mabel had made it for Lyra’s birthday when she was just 5 years old. (Yes, Mabel is a grand duchess, but baking continues to be her favored past time and she is determined to make the special birthday treats for her family.) ever since that fateful day, Lyra was hooked.

Other answers under the cut due to them being too long LOL

(WHO WANTS HEADCANNONS!?!? The ask box AWAITS)

RELAXED

This is not something anyone sees ever. She’s terrible with vulnerability and feels like she has to project strength if there’s anyone watching at all. Harmon used to be the single exception, and now there’s not an exception at all! 

I mean right now Lyrian’s pretty much always upset in some way shape or form. No relaxation for her. 

But when she does let her guard down, Lyrian’s usually just very quiet. She’ll do less stuff, because she normally is really quite busy, grab a hot drink or two and sit with some gentle music and like three blankets. She’s very much the stereotypical introvert that way. 

AMUSED

Lyrian’s sense of humor is fucking screwed man. She’s a torturer and she doesn’t just leave it at work. If she’s amused, she’s probably laughing at something terrible. 

She doesn’t like showing a lot of emotion, so the most you’d probably get out of her is a chuckle or too, and the hint of a smile. Also the stench of smugness, since it’s like a 80% chance she’s amused bc someone fucked up. 

EXHAUSTED

A2: Time Warp: draw your troll as an ancestor, how would they change as they got older

You sit at your desk, neatly filling out the paperwork for the case. You don’t particularly care for your new coworkers, and they don’t care for you. You’ve taken a corner desk in the office, as sequestered as you can be from the roil of emotions that travel through the precinct. 

“Yo, Aubade,” one of the other legislacerators says sliding onto your desk and jostling your paperwork. You glance up at her irritated, narrowing your eyes. She smiles at you but she’s blaring with irritation. You can’t remember who she is- a glance at her name tag tells you it’s Officer Numiri. You think you might have had a few words with her partner earlier. You think you’ve seen them together. 

“If this is about your partner’s incompetence,” you say testily. “Take it up with the training sergeant.” 

Numiri keeps the smile on her face but her melody flares up in enough anger that you know you’ve hit your mark. 

“Just a word of advice, newbie,” she says, “You might have been the big fish in your little pond, but it’d do you good to tread a little lighter.” 

She’s not going to leave, and technically you don’t have the authority to make her, so you sigh. Her melody’s buzzing with anger, yes, but if you listen closely you can hear tones of protectiveness, and jealousy. You make your best guess. “I won’t intrude any more on your little pet project,” you say, listening. She modulates to suspicion. That was true. “You’ve got a thing for your partner, anyone can see it.” Derision. You’re wrong. “You’re the powerhouse of your partnership- you get all the credit, all the glory–” the merest tinge of fear- “so long as your partner’s dependent on you.” 

The precinct’s fallen silent, looking at you, and you glance around until you see the partner you chewed out earlier. He stands out from the crowd- his fear is not anticipatory dread, but genuine fear for another person at your mercy. He’s genuinely, anxiously, attached to her, in a very red way, that she doesn’t return at all.

“You’re grooming him,” you murmur, so only Numiri can hear. “Aren’t you? You don’t have any quad jewelry, and you’re old enough that it’s almost drone day for you. Sure you might be a little attached to him, he’s yours after all, but he’s just a means to an end.” Anger crashes like cymbals and you grab her wrist before she can slap you. 

“How’s your brother doing?” she snarls back in your face and you see purple. You’re a full three castes higher than her, and when you tighten your grip, you can feel her wrist bones grind together. Anger modifies immediately to fear again, and she tries to yank away her arm, but you hold it fast. You pull her closer in, off balance, and make sure she looks you in the eye. 

“You’re outclassed,” you murmur. “Quit while you’re ahead, or you’ll live to regret it.” 

You hold her there for another moment until her fear settles into a reluctant surrender, and let her go. She backs away, rubbing her wrist, her melody still bouncing around from indecision, but you’ve already turned back to your desk. 

It’s oddly silent, the end of the hunt. Not in the sense of the sound of the battle- the monster roared, crashed against the floor in a tremendous sound. But you are admittedly used to death throes accompanied by the sounds of cascading anger and fear. You can’t hear the monster at all. 

 Benoit, however, clangs with a bell’s triumph, as he climbs the corpse, burning with power. His sword whispers too, a scrape against your ears. You can’t hear it like you can hear a troll, but something is absolutely living in there, powerful, contained. When Benoit speaks to it, you can hear the grating of metal on brick, silk whispering against itself, panes of glass rolling over sand. 

He drives the blade into the body of the beast, opening up its ribcage. The sword rasps loudly as it bites into the flesh. A veritable flood washes from the body, its bright blue blood lapping at your shoes as you walk forward. Benoit plunges his hand into the rib cage and brings out an enormous blue heart. 

“Here,” he says, and throws it at you. You catch the bloody thing and flinch when blood splashes your face. He rumbles with amusement and you glare back at him. 

It was no sense fussing about your paint now, when it was about to get a whole lot worse. 

“That there is a whole lot of power, girl,” he says, grinning, taking a seat in the throne of the rib cage, uncaring of the blue blood that stained his boots. “And remember, great power comes at great costs.”

His most common melody by far was the twiddle of a flute’s amusement. He found absolutely everything fucking funny. Even when he was quaking in his boots, he always found some reason to laugh. The sound was really beginning to grate on your nerves and he was all but broadcasting it now. 

You look at the giant heart, the size of your head, still twitching in your hands. It’s about as appetizing as a lump of bloody flesh can be, but Benoit laughs with a particular timbre of sour schadenfreude you really don’t enjoy. 

“Are you afraid?” he taunts. “Do it, I dare you.”

You remember Benoit, tearing through battle with a grace and power you have not seen matched. Magic, he said, his sword whispering in sounds you don’t understand, the bones hanging from his neck clicking as he moved. You want it, desire coiling like a viper in the shadows. Whatever the price was, you’d pay it gladly. 

Even if it meant putting up with this infuriating man. 

“Dares are for children,” you inform him. “I would not have wasted my time if I was going to stop now.”

Which of my muses the song gives me vibes for 💃🏽

Not really Daginy actually, though I def see where you’re coming from. I’d put this more in the Aubade camp tbh? The sound of mournful soloists bemoaning the state of the the world and their heart is a more romantic thing than most of Daginy vibes? Daginy vibes get poetic and dark, but not usually romantic. Cress and Lyrian, on the other hand, are full drama, they are the main characters of the mainline opera, full on, constantly.

Which of my muses the lyrics are most relatable for 🎼

HM. Probably honestly Lyrian, about the loss of her signmate and how she feels about that kick back reaction to loss being- WELL NEVER AGAIN. She did immediately renege on that after cress happened tho.

Daginy feels pretty strongly for and about people and that’s a big part of who they want to be and why they do what they do, they’d never consider their heart an empty tomb or refuse to see it again.

Which of my muses would personally listen to this song 🎧

Probably Cress? Again, very romantic, soulful stuff, the sort of thing she’d put on when she wants to lose herself in her breakup feels. 3:’(

Dragon age Lyrian is a templar. The Aubade siblings in general were abandoned by their parents when they were young, Lyrian and Harmon, the twins at age 8, and their younger sister Cresce at age 2, when Cresce manifested magic.

Their parents, severely devout Andrastians placed the twins into the service of the chantry in repentance for the sin of birthing a mage and the fear they may also manifest magic, and of course Cresce went to the Circle.

Lyrian grew to really hate magic for upsetting her entire life, as well as the idea that she might manifest magic one day too. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she was no longer afraid of manifesting magic later in life. She leaned in very hard to Andrastianism to cope with the abandonment and found a community there, but she always did come down particularly, especially hard on mages.

Harmon did not become a templar, but stayed as a chantry brother and probably dies at some point?

Cresce grew up to be as attention seeking and mildly desperate as she is in Canon. She was a very talented mage, but she was always looking for more power. At her harrowing, she did in fact make friends with some spirits and demons and made several deals, though not to inhabit her body for extra power.

She wouldn’t run from the Circle but start dealing in power politics among the political factions and the templar organizations to make reforms, mostly for her personal freedom and power, but also would do some good with her fellow mages.