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★ - sad headcanon

Laine has depression - when something upsets her and gets to her, it gets to her badly.  She tends to shut herself off to others when she’s upset - she doesn’t want to bother them.  She figures that people have their own problems and she doesn’t want to burden them with hers.  Combined with the fact that she sees little value in herself, it makes her hesitant to ask for help or comfort when she’s sad.

☆ - happy headcanon

People, above all, make Laine happy.  She enjoys spending time with friends and even just walking through the streets of the City.  Seeing everything that they’ve accomplished, to her, makes it all worth it.  Making others happy makes her happy.

Another thing that makes her happy is peace and quiet. It’s a broad category, but since as an active Guardian she doesn’t get much of it, she takes what she can get. Whether it’s some down time on a mission where she can find a nice place to sit and read, or being able to wander about the wilds a bit, she enjoys alone time, particularly in natural settings.

 ☠ - angry/violent headcanon

One thing that gets Laine angry is other people refusing to listen.  People so stuck in their ways that they refuse to listen to any type of argument that goes against what they think.  She maybe stubborn but she is still willing to listen to the other side of arguments and analyze her position.

MEME

cooking/food

Honestly, Praedyth can’t cook to save his life ---- he can bake but he can’t cook.It’s terrible to the point he can burn water.However, baking, mostly because it requires a lot of preparation and then waitingand he always loves decorating so it’s three great things all rolled up into one for him.He remembers a recipe for a three-ingredient sugar cookie from a long time ago andit’s always his favorite to make because it’s real simple and they’re small so that meansA LOT of cookies.

On the subject of that, Praedyth has an insane sweet tooth. The Festival of the Lostwas pretty much a dream come true for him when it came to sweets.Back before he went into the Vault, he and his Ghost always had some kind of candy,his favorite being the little gummy fish followed up by most kinds of lollipops.On top of that, he always made his own sweets so he pretty much had an endlesssupply all year round.Nowadays, he just flits back and forth between his home and wherever he is tosatiate his craving or carries little bags tucked away in his robes.Sometimes, he utilizes the TRANSMAT system for it but he likes carrying it consideringhe has no Ghost to control his sweet consumption.

appearance

Praedyth’s features are surprisingly soft, even when he left the Vault.Gentle curves and impeccable, curious doe eyes ---- a lot of people tended tounderestimate him because of how he looked. On top of that he’s relatively soft-spoken.

He also manages to save his face from terrifying and irreparable scarring on a dailybasis somehow.  It tends to be relatively smooth until he starts forming a stubble --however, he’s discovered ( a long time ago ) that he can’t actually grow a “real” beard,not that it’s bothered him. The farthest he’s ever gotten was just a prominent stubblethat itched real bad so his face remains relatively clear.

▼ - childhood headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

“Why can’t you trust me?”

    Her back is facing him again. It often does, whenever they happen upon each other.

  It feels like some twisted form of destiny, sometimes. She never runs into him when she’s not alone.       Always after she dreams of him.              Why does she dream of him?

       It’s...

         ..Irritating, in its own way. She can’t even fathom why she would-- this man, this stranger is nothing more than that. A stranger. She doesn’t even know his name, and he doesn’t know hers-- or maybe he does, she muses. She doesn’t feel anything beyond paranoia, muted surprise, if anything. 

    “Come with me,” he said when she sifted through the Fields of Glass, her gloved fingers trailing along the sharp edges; his reflection through them, his head pointed elsewhere, somewhere above and out of her reach, towards the Caloris Spires. 

     “No.” She said.

  Again, her feet are on the ground of Mercury, the sand covering her black boots, and when his shadow casts over her again, she doesn’t seem surprised.

The woman’s eyes close from behind her helmet, shoulders slumping and a low, drawn out sigh given in response to his voice. So soothing.

     “Why can’t you trust me?”

The Hunter turns to look at him, again, eyes narrowing in a glare underneath her helmet. She wants to say she hates him, at this point, but she hates the mystery behind him the most.

  The sun is at her back, making her ragged cloak feel hot against her armor against her spine. The shadow that casts behind her is seen, obviously, and the Awoken reacts with little more than a slight tilt of her head, a small glance over her shoulder before she looks away and speaks, voice monotone and quiet;