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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship ( x )

sharing cigarettes. she shared with those she got close to- occasionally stealing it from the tiers of his teeth before placing it back in its place. they shared cigarettes when stressed, during deep talks when the moon was at its peak and you could see stars trickled across the sky (though only a few) they shared cigarettes after a drink or two, maybe three or four and possibly five. 

he games, she fights. she could teach him some defense as he gets her into the gaming world. though addicting, hyejung wouldn’t get too attached but it would be nice to have a break once in a while, calling hayden hideous names when she lost (a sore loser.) and then taking back everything she said whenever she wins (once in a blue moon.) for her lessons, they’d go to a boxing ring she uses nearby, usually no one was there because they all used professional rings and this one was run-down so it’s just the two of them. they bond over these little things.

night time adventures. the both of them like it when the moon light illuminates their paths onto who-knows-what? they’ve gone on an infinite amount of adventures already, they find this and that-- little trinkets that they take home and have a story to add to it. “remember the time when--?” cue the laughter that echoes along the walls of buildings when they go down the empty streets.

send me hc + a word and i’ll write a headcanon x; accepting

Vartouhi pined for romantic love from a young age, dazzled by Lusine’s tales of it. But she also craved praise from her people; she wanted to feel like she had worth and value to them. So rather than going the same route as her sister and opting out of debut–a ceremony to essentially announce a Balahyan royal is available for strategic marriages–she went through with one, naively believing she could be as lucky as their eldest sibling, Siran, who entered two strategic marriages and fell in love in both.

basic angst starter : status :  (( a c c e p t i n g ))

it’s not everyday the streets are blocked off with sirens blaring. but today shadows cast over the city, grey filter thrown against  every building in attempt to bring everyone’s mood down (the sun refuses to come out but yifan thinks the world deserves to look ruined). everyone is too curious for their own good and it’ll get them killed one day, but for now a large crowd watches a show from behind yellow police tape. 

the demon can hear the ruckus from miles away and he refuses to turn away without seeing for himself. there are murmurs between groups and they’re all sputtering nonsense because no one knows the true story. yifan watches from a distance because he won’t blend with that crowd and what use would he have there if he’s not gonna try to be some fucking hero and save everyone from  their misery. there’s no time for dress-up. 

          “will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” 

he’s seen enough and he’s heard enough– nothing’s going to happen because no matter how much someone wishes for death, it’s too hard to say goodbye to a cruel world. 

non-sexual acts of dominance ( x )

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

she’s sitting on top of the steps of the building she just got out of class from. in her hands lay (her future) the text she had taken the week before. she could do it, she was smart. she believed in herself and if she failed then it’s okay! she turned it around slowly, not wanting to see the results so quickly. it’s okay, the school is mediocre, she can do better ne-- fail. god. if she wanted to become what she wanted to be, wouldn’t she have to be book smart? forget about street smart, she’s already read all twelve volumes just by running around on the street with a busted lip and high confidence that she wouldn’t get caught with whatever the fuck she was doing at that particular time. looking at all the red markings, she takes note of what she didn’t get right and mumbles, placing her head in her hands. a light grumble escapes before she pulls out her phone.

(sms) hayden.(sms) fuck. honestly.(sms) fuck.(sms) i failed my god damn test.. and i studied so hard for it..

she looks down, fishing out her bus pass-- or she tried to. she pats down her pockets, standing up before taking her backpack and dumping out all the items in it. fuck. does the world like to pile shit on me when it’s already been such a bad day? everyone had left-- either to screw around or study some more and she was still stuck at school. usually, she wouldn’t mind taking that thirty minute walk home but it was already getting dark. and again, she wouldn’t mind walking in the dark either it’s just that her mood would possibly bring other troubles to her and instead of spending her night sleeping-- it would be on a cold, hard bench behind bars.

not an ideal night.

(sms) i fucking forgot my bus pass at home(sms) fucking(sms) can you pick me up? i’m sorry-- FUCK.(sms) i’m so fucking mad(sms) i don’t even have my god damn cigarettes--

when she sends the last text message, she kicks her backpack and watches the empty object fly into the wall. a loud scream escapes, echoing in the school walls. thankfully, it was just her. even if there was a night janitor, she didn’t hear them walking around with the little wheels gliding across the floor. she sighs, sitting atop the stairs as she checks her phone for a response, getting one saying that he would be there in a few.

finally something good has happened in the last ten minutes.

when he arrives, he already has one of their stress remedies twiddling in between his fingers. she stands up to take it, he’s quick enough to act to pull his lighter out and light her cigarette. this causes hyejung to raise an eyebrow, taking a drag before laughing.

there’s no real basis to this. sure kae could try to find one, pull whatever rationale and run with it but he’s lost the urge to do so since he started the complaint. it wasn’t much of a complaint either. hiro could eat whatever he wanted, literally anything and be fine. he didn’t have the same constraints as other dogs and exercised enough to match any diet.

“he’s gonna love you after this, he hasn’t had chili in a good year.”

fact is, kae’s fed hiro an entire bowl of spicy noodles - on a good day hiro might even get half a waffle cone. 

today kae tries to put his worries in other places, like with a pet that doesn’t really need it, in something trivial to offset the harsher things. maybe if he worries about small things more, he’ll forget about bigger things. it’s an awkward kind of tunnel vision but he wants to make it work. he must suck because hayden sees right through it.

“i’m just saying, i don’t want to go home with my dog farting chili cheese all night.” there might be a little something more in that. like he doesn’t want to go home with everything still spilling out him, worries and stuff. but he leans his chin in his hand and grins instead, his other hand reaching to pat at hiro’s head.

random drama starter ( x )