Jan 8, 2019
♡ - romantic headcanon
It’s obvious when Valko likes someone, because he goes out of his way to wash a shirt to wear when they’re around rather than picking one up off the floor and smelling it to see if it’s passable.
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♡ - romantic headcanon
It’s obvious when Valko likes someone, because he goes out of his way to wash a shirt to wear when they’re around rather than picking one up off the floor and smelling it to see if it’s passable.
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🎉 (boop.)
Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.
He found her sitting on the porch railing. It was already past midnight, people starting to file back home. “Zadie,” he smiled softly. The house on a high foundation, she sat a torso’s length taller than him. He reached for her hand, bare fingers cold to the touch. He let them warm in his hold, “Happy new year,” he smiled up at her and pressed a kiss onto her fingers.
💞 : write a drabble about our muses (~100 words or so) !!!
getting to know you.
Seven years ago.
Mist danced over the blooming field. It was Midsummer’s night, the gentle light colored the air in shades of purple and orange. “It’s a folk belief Zadie, you just run over the field and then you shall see your future husband on the other side,” possibly in the ditch, blackout drunk, “And yes, you have to do it naked of course, that’s what Midsummer’s Eve is all about,” he grinned. “The night is young! There’s powerful forces about! And it’s the only time of the year you can do magic like this by flashing your bits!”
🎉(boop.)
Rowan looked up at the sharp crescent moon in the night sky and folded her arms loosely over her chest. It was cold--but not too cold, more wet than anything. She found Zadie outside of the party and didn’t ask why she left or why she lingered, instead standing silently nearby. She looked down at her watch and squinted. Close enough. Leaning over, she rose onto her toes and kissed Zadie on the cheek. “Happy New Year, Zade.”
💭 : write a headcanon about our muses ( 👀)
They sort of met in passing at the end of the war. Valko made several personal appearances as prisoners of war were released to ensure that the orders of the new treaty were being followed. In some cases he was the one to cut the ropes or undo the binding spells when coven members were hesitant to do so. He remembers Zadie in particular, because he asked what her name was and her captors told him they called her Midnight. To which Valko replied “What’s her actual fucking name? I have other shit to do right now.” If it ever came up again, he would still be annoyed about that.
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“When did this turn into an ugly sweater party?” (flashback meme? ~ six years ago)
'’When Nana Nina decided to come to town.’’ Imogen slipped into the chair besides Zadie, hastily smoothing out her hair while scratching at her side. These home knitted jumpers were so darn itchy, it had been an absolute relief to have it off for the whole twenty minutes she had snuck away with Carter for.
‘’Reckon anyone noticed I was gone?’’ She caught the eye of Nana Nina, the old woman’s stare almost enough to turn Immy to stone. A shiver ran down her back. It had been noticed. Immy nudged Zadie in the side, leaning in to whisper in her ear. ‘’Remind me next year to fake my own death so I don’t have to come again’’
“It’s Christmas Eve. That means I can open a present right?” (Flashback meme? Before the war?)
‘‘Zadie, it’s--’‘ Samuel squinted at the clock on his bedside table and groaned. He rolled back, laying an arm heavily over the woman to pin her back down on the bed. ‘‘5.36am. Go back to sleep, please.’‘ Samuel mumbed into his pillow, pulling the duvet covers further up over his shoulders.
Moments passed, Samuel could feel Zadie’s stare on him and he cracked open an eye again, his brow raising at his fiance who was giving him that look again. ‘’It’s Christmas Eve, baby. Presents are for Christmas day, besides, who said I even bought you anything?’‘
He couldn’t help it though, lips quirked up as he turned away from her, hanging off the bed as Samuel felt under the bed and then pulled out the small rectangular box. ‘’Merry Christmas, Mrs Sharpe.’’
👎 = Is there anyone in your muse’s family they dislike, why?
Papa Hayes and a select few of her cousins. They’ve always seemed to be harder on Imogen than other people are. Very scornful of her despite how Imogen knows that she is good enough, if not better than most of her cousins.