✽ ⁎ 𝚊𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 *

@aeviterncl / continued from here.

He hadn't gotten to him in time. He supposed that wasn't really why he was following him around, though, huh? Kai was supposed to be planning his own attempt on Shi's life, not halting every other that was made. And yet here he was, clinging to the witch like his own life might depend on it, thank god Shi was fucking out of it. Before he let himself get caught up in his own emotions he started to move Shi out of the public's eye, knowing if he really dove into them the other personality was sure to come out and he'd be fucking useless in a situation like this. He didn't take it as a great sign that Shi wasn't healing himself, watching as the witch went in and out, leaning heavily on him for support. Blue eyes widened and his hand wrapped lightly, but quickly around Shi's shaky fingers, internally screaming that he knife needed to stay where it was. Hand letting his go the moment it fell from the weapon. When Shi answered his internal thought, he blinked. had he spoken out loud? He made a mention note to dig a bit later, maybe push a few buttons to try to get answers to questions that were beginning to surface. Though, it was irrelevant right now. It's not like my life...ever mattered... Kai could have fucking stabbed him, himself, right then and there. "You're a fucking idiot." Fingers dug into Shi's skin now, knowing the other would barely feel it as he was siphoned - too far fucked for it to even matter at this point. Kai was still careful to not overdue it, immediately turning that power back on its owner and at least managing to heal the wound enough to pull the goddamn knife out. Okay, what now? Kai usually did the stabbing, he never really stuck around for clean up. Not that he didn't know how to dress a wound, but it wasn't like as a murderer he bother to carry around a fucking first aid kit. Fuck it. He stood, dragging Shi up with him and heaving him over his shoulder in an effort to support his weight in a way that didn't...hurt as much. He figured this way he wasn't directly touching his wound, though it was a little unceremoniously. "My apartment isn't far from here and you're out of immediate danger." Though he was still bleeding quite a bit, Kai having no doubt he'd have to get rid of these clothes. "Try to stay conscious, use the pain."

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ in character ❫.#brckenprcmises #nikolai┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *

The second his words slipped out, the air charged with rage. Ah, he made Kai even angrier. Of course that would happen. It wasn't like there was anything he could've said to not result in this kind of reaction. Fingers dug into his flesh and the pain made Shi jolt in a way that aggravated his whole body, causing him to lean more against the hunter for leverage. Was this Kai's way of— oh, he could feel himself being drained.

He was being siphoned right now. His magic was being taken from him.

Normally, he wouldn't have cared that he could be siphoned, but being siphoned when he was sort of using his magic—the sensation felt extremely obviously. He could actively feel his connection with the shadows being lost, their soothing 'words' turning into buzzing noises and white noise in his head. The view of his surroundings they provided him closed off, leaving his mind blank and unaware of anything outside of what was Kai's embrace.

It didn't impact him too much, but it wasn't comfortable. What was actually more uncomfortable was the way Kai lugged him over the shoulder. The redhead barely managed to wrap his arms around the hunter's neck as a means to make sure he wouldn't fall.

❝ Will... do, ❞ he murmured slowly, barely able to get his words out.

At Kai's directive, the witch tried to keep his eyes open, focused on the strands of blue hair that swayed to and fro within his immediate line of sight. While he could tell that he was likely still bleeding, the healing magic that did pulse at the wound spot kept him from truly losing consciousness. So, he thought about other things to keep himself from drifting off. If Kai's place was near, and he was being taken there, did that mean he was going to help again? Or was this a ploy to kill him out of sight of others?

Whatever the result was, it didn't matter. He meant what he had said earlier. His life didn't matter. Even if he fought to live another day, it didn't mean much in the end, for nobody really needed him the way he wanted to exist in peace. What had he done wrong except exist a little differently anyway? Did him being a witch who possessed magic even matter if he never used his magic? Did not being human matter when he so seamlessly blended in with them at this point? Apparently it did. And he was tired of it all. If Kai wanted to end him, that would be fine.

Either way, he was at Kai's mercy right now. And whatever Kai wanted to do was something he'd have no choice but to comply with.

He hadn’t planned for rain today, though as it seemed neither had Shi. He watched the witch in front of him duck under a store front balcony to get out of the rain. Kai took this opportunity to stop under the same balcony instead of remaining hidden in the shadows. Shi absolutely knew he was there anyways, and what was the fun of standing all alone in the rain? “льет как из ведра” He said out loud, knowing Shi wouldn’t understand him, but deciding that didn’t bother him. He really liked talking in his home language, and if he could use it to get Shi to jump in anyway, that would just be a bonus. He stood just a bit too close, practically shoulder to shoulder, though it wasn’t due to limited room. Then he slowly leaned his shoulder into Shi’s, almost wanting to grab his hand and stake his claim - but stopped himself at least for now. He wasn’t positive while standing here that Shi wouldn’t yank his hand out of his grip, and Kai wasn’t in the business of often doing things he couldn’t bet on. After another few moments, the rain started to settle, coming and going equally as fast. The last few drops came close, Kai appreciating the fresh scent of rain in the air and the overcast sky. Then he reached out and finally grabbed Shi’s hand, yanking him out from under the balcony and continuing forward like they’d been walking this way to begin with - hand flexing around Shi’s as he tightened his grip, though not enough to where Shi couldn’t pull away if he really wanted it.

UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting.

The rain did little to alleviate the spinning thoughts in his head. He was still thinking about that night at the festival, the one where he had shared some tangyuan with Kai and it somehow resulted in that. Every time that memory flashed within his mind, Shi could feel the heat surge on his ears. What was even the reason Kai did that? Why even throw him off like that? No matter how much he replayed the hunter's words after that incident, his motivations made no sense. There was no affection between them as far as he could tell. So that meant there was no reason to indulge in...

You're getting drenched. Stay any longer and you'll likely get yourself sick.

He hardly noticed that he had been getting soaked through to the bone until now. Darting his eyes around, Shi found an awning to a store and quickly made his way over to hide under it. Brushing his wet bangs aside, Shi realized that a certain someone had decided to join the space next to him: the very hunter he had just been thinking about. He shouldn't be surprised. After all, Kai followed him everywhere. That, and the shadows always kept him informed as to where exactly he was being tailed from.

The redhead didn't bother sparing him a glance until he spoke up in a language he didn't understand. Though, his acquaintance's words honestly didn't matter. He could be commenting on the weather or spouting whatever nonsense and he'd be none the wiser about it. What got him to respond instead was the bold touch of their shoulders, with Shi barely concealing the frazzled jolt he didn't expect to feel. Was he still somehow self-conscious about—

Ah, who cared? For all he knew, this and that was just Kai's way of getting under his skin, and unfortunately it was working. Ignoring Kai and the warmth between their shoulders the best he could, Shi humored his time by wringing out the ends of his shirt, watching the water drip from the tension point and feeling the cold run over his hands. It shouldn't take long for this abrupt sun shower to clear up.

As he predicted, the sun soon pierced through the muddy clouds, casting its light onto the pavement.

Before Shi could even step aside to go on with his day, the boy next to him immediately grabbed his hand, practically dragging him into the sunlight via the firm grip of his hand.

Eyes widening for a brief moment, the redhead could only follow along behind him. Almost immediately, he felt his hand clam up, grow tense even like he couldn't relax at all. He wanted to be mad about being dragged along to Kai's whims, but he found himself savoring the connection of their fingers instead. He found himself going back to the night of the festival where they had held hands like this in the dark. He found himself remembering how soothing it felt to feel the warmth between their hands and how comforting it was to simply have someone by his side.

And it made his anger wash away alongside the raindrops that fell from his hair.

Here he was trying to be mad at him, but of course he failed. How could he hate the way those hands always reached out to him? Even though Kai had done nothing but harass him at most turns and invaded his space, Shi couldn't be truly upset, because somehow, Kai... being here was...

Ah, he really hated himself for this.

He really had gotten too attached for his own good.

And he didn't even want to let go of his hand.

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ in character ❫.#nikolai┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *#brckenprcmises #;; yknow i really like the idea of the shadows always reporting to Shi as to Kai's exact whereabouts bc Kai always hides among them #;; so Shi never has to actually look for him ever #;; he just knows his location whenever he is nearby #;; i also think Shi giving Kai the silent treatment is funny

Dating + forms of affection with some of the muses

Ryder: While he is one nervous wreck, he always tries to be thoughtful about the way he communicates his love and affection. Most of the time, he'll show it with a gift he felt his partner could like or even just trying to express his feelings more without diminishing them in part due to his own anxieties. He tends to defer to what his partner wants to do and rarely says what he wants out of not wanting to trouble or upset them, so that could be a point of tension for any romantic relationship with him. I feel his love is very clumsily sweet and precious; it's hard to not love the shyness he showcases when being genuine. He feels like someone who will give it all he's got to show how much he likes and cares in his own overthinking way.

Shi: Assuming he is in a healthy relationship, Shi is very much the picture of a gentleman. He offers his hand, his coat, a scarf, or umbrella without asking. He peppers gentle kisses full of adoration. The eye contact he makes while talking or listening to his partner shows just how smitten he is with them. He is also very attentive to unspoken wants and body language, and makes decisions/moves to reassure his partner before it even becomes a problem. Also, Shi is very, very touchy. He will find every excuse to hold hands, lean against their shoulder, sit shoulder to shoulder, cuddle, and so forth. His actions and words may not be grand, but they are consistent and plentiful, highlighting how steady and unwavering his feelings are. Shi's love is very gentle and considerate, but on the downside, he may also hold back at the cost of his own needs being met if his partner is not fond of touch (which leads him to fall back into his default behavior of keeping harmony at his own expense).

Zerah: His love is very loud and he will express it with grand efforts and intense declarations. Even while trying to mask himself as 'normal', Zerah's mannerisms quickly start unraveling to show the intensity of his affection. He is very bold, wanting to be closer and closer. He may not find it easy to restrain himself. He'll want more and more, and while he does want to please his partner, a lot of it based in satisfying his own craving for love, intimacy, and closeness. He'll easily get jealous and try to assert his position as his partner's significant other. He is also big on public displays of affection (or rather, he simply does not care about stares since his focus is entirely on the love of his life). He'll organize surprise events he thinks will make his partner happy. He'll go all out on trying to seduce them for the night to really show how much he loves them. He'll try to monopolize their attention. Honestly, his red flags pop up so boldly that it's hard to see him as the same person as before—but if his partner can handle it or gently chide him in being less of a red flag, there may be hope for a long lasting love (in the sense of his partner wanting to stay with him—Zerah is in for the long ride regardless).

#* ✽ ❪❪ ryder ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ zerah ↠ headcanons ❫.#;; idk about the others yet hence why they aren't on the post.

Continued from here.

A small smile graced the raven's face as Zerah started talking without merely verifying who she was, closing her eyes for a moment to simply be thankful through everything they hadn't completely destroyed their friendship. She wasn't overly surprised he was off on a wild goose chase, though what he was looking for really must be hidden if he was having such a hard time finding it. Did he want to...link himself to a corpse someone else had raised? Her brain connecting the dots most logically to her, though she didn't outwardly ask him. The outburst probably wouldn't be appreciated, plus this was an interesting topic. And she missed being able to talk freely about magic like this. Xan hated when she even brought up that they had it, much less actually talking about it. She watched Zerah for a moment, something fundamentally wrong with her as her brain focused on the magic of it instead of the task he was actually attempting to do. "This is important, huh? Well, how can I help?" She stepped forward, smile on her face as she surveyed how serious he was about this. "Two heads are better than one, and I happen to be pretty good at finding information regarding magic I shouldn't have my hands on." A small laugh at the words that came out of her mouth, knowing that was the exact reason Xan and her had been asked to leave the coven in the first place.

#* ✽ ❪❪ zerah ↠ in character ❫.#maudie┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *#brckenprcmises #;; not him teasing her about long lost crushes lol

His gaze was still fixed on the topmost shelf. There might be something up there if he was lucky, but he wasn't actually tall enough to reach the shelves that rested closer to the ceiling than the floor. Having worked here at this shop long enough, Zerah knew they had a ladder precisely to reach those shelves somewhere. It was normally kept out of sight of customers so they didn't just try to grab things off those shelves without approval first. Most of the advanced level texts were up there after all.

Placing his hands on his hips with newfound determination, he bluntly remarked at his friend's question, ❝ I dunno. ❞ If he didn't know how to find the information, how was he supposed to tell Maudie how to do it?

❝ But I'm going to go get the ladder to comb that top shelf up there, ❞ he tacked on a tad eagerly, ❝ the books up there tend to be more for advanced magic practitioners. ❞ And linking was definitely an advanced art of sorts to most people. Even for himself, raising the dead via linking wasn't easy. It required so much self-sacrifice that many within his form of the culture didn't dare unless they really couldn't bear to live without that person.

But that didn't mean other necromancers had such high risks like he did. If the movies were accurate, there could be necromancers out there that didn't have to bat an eyelash in order to bring someone back to life and sustain their undead body. The reason linking was so difficult and dangerous was due to the sustaining factor—not the raising part. So many things could go wrong when transferring life energy that perfect revival was something rarely done correctly.

Zerah gestured for Maudie to follow him as he made his way over to the storage closet neatly hidden right behind the changing room. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be doing this since he wasn't an employee anymore, but who cared? His aunt couldn't chew him out more than she already had earlier. He made quick work of borrowing the ladder.

As they walked back to the shelf, the witch looked over to Maudie, ❝ Anyway, what brought you around these parts again? Looking for another love potion? ❞

Muses and if they would commit to the idea/actual union of marriage + disorganized tangent thoughts related to how the muses think about/view marriage

Ryder: As much as he thinks lowly of himself, if someone actually found in their heart to want to choose him to be their life partner, he would say 'yes' to it. It may take him a bit to get over the anxiety and thoughts driven by low self-esteem, but he would commit to marriage and make it last forever if he could. Though, I feel like he may be one of those types who has a long marriage, something happens, him and his partner are no longer together—and Ryder never enters another close relationship after that.

Shi: Marriage is not something he has actually ever thought of. Shi unconsciously believes he won't live long enough for any deeper relationship to last, let alone marriage. Each day is simply a fight to stay alive for the next one. He isn't someone who can imagine the future well, so even mentioning marriage to him will make him visibly confused to the point of crickets filling the silence. He may be wary of such a heavy investment—because if someone truly loved him that much, he worries about how they might fare after he dies (and that outcome is non-negotiable). But if he were to get married, he is extremely sweet, loving, and will make that time feel like a very soft and pleasant dream. He yearns for love but struggles to process and accept it.

Zerah: He has thought so much about marrying the right person. He has thought about his cultural traditions that he wants to follow and has actively removed so many potential people he has liked from long-term investment because of his deduction that they cannot handle his culture. It also becomes hard to see it manifest in reality when he is always masking and suppressing his genuine self in order to fit in with the rest of society that would view his belief system and upbringing as complete insanity. Though if he were to marry, it'd honestly be harder to get rid of him than stay with him. If his devotion at dating stage wasn't strong enough, Zerah will make sure his partner never regrets their decision to marry him by doing whatever he needs to in order to keep their love, whether it involves hurting/changing himself or isolating his partner. Be warned that loving Zerah and him loving back is a very dangerous thing if the red flags are not managed properly.

Xander: He may have had fleeting 'what if' kind of thoughts, but he hasn't really given much thought to the idea of marriage. Innately, he is receptive to the idea, but he hasn't found the right person yet. He may hesitate to give clear answers when asked hypothetically, but prompt him with a specific person he may like and the blanks will fill in themselves. However, he will harbor guilt for being able to think about a future like that when his brother wasn't able to—while not confirmed to be survivor's guilt, Xander is heavily affected by the eventual future where he outlives his older brother via failing to provide replacement parts to keep him alive. If he can surpass the guilt and allow himself the chance to be happy, he'll do his best to be the best partner for the person who put their trust, love, and devotion to him. He would love to get married if someone were to give him that much security. He is definitely the committed type and will fight to live until old age with his chosen partner.

Souta: Never thought about something as 'stupid' as getting married or even the general idea of love. He hardly thinks about romance or partnerships. He isn't the type to consider marriage seriously or take hypothetical questions about it seriously. He is way more likely to brush off the topic citing irrelevance. It's not something he'd think about without being forced to, honestly. As for commitment, yes. He isn't a cheater or dishonest—it's more like he won't be super invested in the relationship (from how I imagine him at this time). He'll be protective and maybe more considerate/try to be gentle upon coming to terms with the fact that he is in a more serious relationship (this applies to dating level as well), but I don't see him as someone who'd easily accept having romantic feelings for someone else and actually acting healthy about them. Dude operates on rage. Everything else is irrelevant.

Moira: She lives on otome games and romance stories. Being married would be a dream for her. She would maybe be too eager to get married one day, imagining a lot about a venue, her dress, and what kind of cake. The hard part for her is finding a partner trustworthy enough to have that union with. She is definitely another loyal and committed partner to add to this list. Married life with Moira will feel fun and joyful. She's the type of partner who bolsters whoever she is with and tries to uplift them, even if it means diminishing herself.

Lavr: Romance is just a tool to get sustenance for Lavr. He requires touch to get the most life energy possible. He humors his patrons' romantic dreams and ultimately uses them like disposable pawns to get what he wants out of them. He'll play the part of a committed and loyal partner, but Lavr is someone who would—by human standards—be disloyal and unfaithful. He simply does not view much benefit from tying himself down to one person when his mere existence will kill them sooner or later (due to constant feeding off life energy). He is someone open to multiple partners as well, but that doesn't mean he is truly loyal to everyone he 'collects'. Getting Lavr to 100% commit is one difficult task as he always holds people an arm's length away and also does not view them as equals to himself. He could be convinced, but the argument has to be compelling. Marriage is simply a sham to him, nothing worth investing in. If he is convinced though, he could turn out to be an extremely teasing partner who loves pressing buttons (in a way that could stoke the flames of insecurity and provoke jealousy) in whoever chooses to be with him. Any romance with him is bound to be unhealthy since all his natural (ie. not work mode) expressions of love are based in negative feelings/behaviors versus the positive experience of love. He only understands love through its negative, unsightly side, in other words.

Albert: As someone who only can connect with those close to death, a future is not really something he thinks about. On top of that, his main goal is to recover his past and recover the memories he has lost. It'll be hard to get him to humor any topic regarding a future relationship and especially marriage. For him, the future is unstable and also fleeting. He is stuck in a stagnant state of being, never really growing but also not truly regressing either. A relationship with him won't likely go far before death comes crawling by and he is forced to reap the person he has bonded with. And if he does end up being affected by that loss, his memories will simply be wiped and he'll be forced to start all over again, forever stuck trying to regain the memories that fuel who he is. But if he really could savor the idea of marriage and having that union with a special someone, he'd treasure it even if it won't last more than maybe a day.

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ ryder ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ souta ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ zerah ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ xander ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ moira ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ lavr ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ albert ↠ headcanons ❫.#;; i got inspired after reading old discord convos

@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

He watched the blissful moment that it happened, Shi simply giving in. Giving himself over to him. The bluenette couldn't help but smirk against Shi's lips, more than a little satisified at his desperate attempts to reciprocate. What a wonderful opportunity this would have been to take the witch's life once and for all, if his mind wasn't hyper fixated on all the little movements the other male made, trying to memorize his reactions...maybe even to use against him in the future. It seemed Shi was sated with mere touch for the most part, his fingers tightening ever so slowly as he continued his assault on the redhead's mouth. The smirk turned into a satisfied grin when he felt Shi's hand come up to cup his cheek, pressing himself against him in response as he let all of his frustrations with this stupid little witch into the kiss. He pulled back several long moments later, panting just slightly. Not bothering to move out of the other witch's space even after pulling away. He tilted Shi's chin up once more, releasing his neck and then leaving forward to bite it without a second thought, smoothing his tongue over the hickey starting to form when he did finally actually release him. "There." He stated simply, taking a step back, the smirk still very much there - though not as prominent. "You had something on your face. Don't worry, I got it." The hunter stated nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as he admired his fast work of Shi's neck. He took a few more steps back, if Shi was about to panic even he wanted to give him the space to do so, even if Kai had no intention of comforting him necessarily in this moment.

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ in character ❫.#nikolai┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *#brckenprcmises #;; he'll panic when he gets home and comes to his senses /jk #;; poor boy is so confused with himself and everything that just happened #;; feelings that exist but he doesn't want to touch or wrestle with/make sense of #;; making Shi give into impulse/desire... that's so disorienting for him bc he is normally so controlled over himself #;; and his self-image probably got torn up a bit there #;; bc he can't see himself as that same 'in control' person with this real moment completely showing how he lost control so completely

The moment felt unreal, not even a part of reality. His heart rate settled to a steady tempo as his rhythm synchronized with Kai's. While his pulse was still loud against the burning tips of his ears, the rest of him had become mostly calm. The main sources of pressure was simply the ever-so-slightly tightening grasp of those fingers curled around his neck and his own hand holding the other's face. And Shi didn't care. So what if Kai choked the air out of him and killed him now? At least he'd die in a happy, blissful, peaceful moment.

Slowly opening his eyes to gauge the shift that caused Kai to tighten his hold, he didn't dare directly look at the face in front of him. Thankfully, the moonlight had provided enough backlight for the hunter's face to be hard to see, but it was difficult to ignore the striking blue hair in the peripheral of his silhouette. The redhead's ability to keep the connection going fizzled out the moment reality returned to to his eyes. He couldn't continue any longer.

The kiss moment ended and he pulled his hand away from where it rested against Kai's cheek. Their lips parted after too many seconds of humoring whatever that was. Still, their bodies were practically flush against each other, with his own back digging into the tree as Kai had pressed up against him sometime during that nearly dissociative dream. The boy inhaled and exhaled heavily, his lungs trying to make up for what was stolen from them. His lips still felt the prickly heat and he could feel the ghost of their impulsive kiss on his tongue.

Brown eyes shimmering in half a daze, Shi avoided Kai's gaze, unable to truly face what he had participated in. As the hunter removed his hand from around his throat, the witch let out a shaky breath, almost afraid of what might happen next.

Teeth abruptly sunk into his skin of his neck, causing the redhead to snap out of his dazed state and begin to push Kai away with his hand—harshly as if the jolt that ran up his spine was too much.

❝ Don't...— ❞ he half trailed, half cut himself off, his senses scrambling to reset themselves in his brain. He couldn't let a mark be left—

His whole body shivered and his attempts to push Kai away halted upon feeling Kai's tongue lick over the fresh bite now marked on his skin.

And then the warmth left entirely. Kai put space between them, and the space now felt oddly cold and distant, like whatever just happened was put away in a sealed coffin to never be disturbed. His heart that was still quietly thumping against his ribs was probably one of the few signs that all this was real—and the heat he felt in places.

What the hell did you just let happen?

Yeah, what did just happen? Why did he let it happen?

The witch covered the wound on his neck with a hand and finally managed to pull himself away from the tree that had been his support the past few minutes. Not bothering to spare Kai a glance, he muttered out some words, ❝ I'm going home. ❞

And he did take those steps towards home, walking past Kai without any further words or acknowledgement.

@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

He cocked his head to the side for a moment when Shi directed him to wait in live with him instead of off to the side as Ansel had done. Somehow that made him feel a sense of...pride? No, that was misplaced. He did feel rather smug about Shi not wanting to fully leave his side, though.

It was interesting to note at the very least. Once they walked away from the stand, though, there really was no point in sticking around. The sentiment of Shi inviting him to walk around with him was appreciated, though he wouldn't say it, but there wasn't much more they could do with the stalls packing up. So, they continued to walk, right back up to where Kai had been watching Shi from before the redhead had come to find him after his so called friend left him alone. Kai didn't need to know the reason, he just knew it made Ansel shitty. Thank god he'd been here, his witch needed him, that much was clear. Thanks for humoring me. After a few moments, Kai let out a hum, carefully watching the way Shi was watching him. He slowed his own foot steps to match the other witch's pace, making the choice to stop completely based on assumption. "Better than expected." He was more of an observer, neither personality being overly vocal, but he still made no fuss to answer Shi’s question. His gaze lingered on his face a moment longer than it probably should have, flicking down to a piece of tangyuan straying on the side of his mouth. "Humor me..." Kai pronounced the words slowly, taking a step closer to Shi and boxing him back against the same tree he'd pushed him against before, this time with different intent. One hand remained caging Shi in against the tree while his other worked to tilt his chin up so they were sharing the same air. For several moments he didn't do anything else. Then he leaned forward and licked the bit of tangyuan off the side of his mouth, taking his lips with his own a moment later, his hand moving down from Shi's chin to gently cup his around his throat as he deepened the kiss.

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ in character ❫.#nikolai┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *#brckenprcmises #;; THE KISS SCENE IS REAL #;; it almost feels like Kai read Shi's thoughts to prove it impossible for him to stand by the whole “I can turn things around”#;; like yeah nobody believes you Shi #;; not the voice not Kai and not Ansel #;; your grave is here #also Kai mirroring his language... “humor me...” UGH #;; this was a battle with all of Shi's conflicting wants and instinct to deprive himself of knowing what this all feels like #;; bc if it feels good he'll lose his control and grounded stability #;; he'll become weak to his suppressed desire #;; but it's too late for that now #;; so the compromise is to pretend/not acknowledge anything he is doing in this moment #;; idk why tumblr won't let us cut the initial post TT #;; also i wonder if Kai has noted that even if Shi's magic does show signs of activation Shi doesn't have the guts to make it a real threat

The night was clearly still young, but the activities at this hour outside the festival itself were nothing Shi wanted to take part in. Therefore, he couldn't suggest anything to keep Kai around longer. Even if he walked slowly, they'd reach home eventually. While his gaze was fixed on Kai, it was clear he was beginning to get lost in his own thoughts.

What brought witch back to the present moment was Kai stepping into his space. The redhead barely registered the slow comment until his back was met with the sturdiness of the tree trunk behind him. His muscles tensed in preparation of some sort of defensive maneuver (not that he could even bluff his way into making someone think he was a fighter at all). He tried to raise his arms to be prepared to block and even the shadows had begun to shift around them, but with the way Kai had pinned him by the shoulders, his effort was mostly fruitless. The bark dug into his back uncomfortably, but Shi held his gaze attentively watching for Kai's next move.

He expected Kai to pull out his knife again like he had before. This could be a murder attempt after he had gotten a tiny bit of joy—maybe the most joy he'd ever had in a long while. His chin was tilted up, exposing his vulnerable neck. This could be it. Their gazes locked and for too many moments, nothing occurred, but that could be because the hunter was pulling the knife out from where he couldn't see right now. There was no way a blade wouldn't be held against—

His skin felt wet by his mouth. Then lips pressed themselves against his, stealing all the breath Shi had in his lungs.

His pulse thrummed overwhelmingly loud against his ears, making it easy to block out the noise that was the voice in his head. His heart leapt in his chest. His fingers curled against the tree bark, unsure if he should bother putting up resistance. Was there a point to pushing back? The boy was confused. He knew he should push away. He knew he had to. But he didn't want to.

Instead, he found himself somehow reducing his tension as he let Kai wrap his hand around his throat. He found himself... wanting this. His gaze softened and without a thought in his mind, he reciprocated. He kissed back, savoring the sensation of sweet tasting lips against his own, nearly going weak from the tongue now claiming more of him. Shi cautiously used his free hand to faintly cup it against Kai's cheek, holding him where he was and hesitantly allowing this kiss to keep going.

What was this nonsensical scene?

He didn't want to see himself do this. To see was to face reality.

He closed his eyes to invite blissful ignorance.

And he poured his desperate need for this moment into the way he mirrored Kai's effort to deepen the kiss. He cupped Kai's cheek more firmly, and instead of ghosting his tongue against the hunter's lips, he moved past them to give Kai a taste of the same medicine—the sweet tangyuan—they had both shared.

@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

Why had he grabbed his hand? What a friendly thing to do when he knew his prey would have followed him regardless. Now that he had it, though, he wasn't about to let go. There were very few times that Kai allowed himself to touch another person, and he wasn't about to give it up so easily. Especially when Shi obviously didn't seem bothered by what he'd done. Without allowing himself to give it much thought he continued forward, leading Shi back down towards the festival, his hand tightening as they made their way towards the lights. He almost stopped walking as Shi's fingers moved, curling around his hand as if they had every right to be there. Kai's hand tightened, though he wasn't sure if it was because he wanted Shi to back off or simply as a possessive reflex. Before he'd allowed himself to give either option much thought they'd made it back down to the general festival area, Kai dropping Shi's hand completely as they stood just out of the way of the general crowd. He'd simply been making sure they didn't lose each other in the dark, right? The need to continue the connection was unnecessary with the festival lights bright around them. Kai couldn't help the empty feeling he felt even though Shi was physically still next to him. Though, he shook the thought away, refusing to fully acknowledge that the two things could be connected. He looked up when spoken to, eyes moving to the stand the other witch was talking about. "Sweet." He said quick and shortly, the word said on impulse - which was probably better than not giving him an answer at all, he supposed.

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ in character ❫.#nikolai┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *#brckenprcmises #;; uh i didn't know how to transition the scene properly but i hope this still works #;; poor boy feeling guilty for wanting to be touchy with others #;; but touch makes him feel a little more real

Sweet, huh? Shi took a mental note of the preference, a little surprised at the answer. It was interesting that Kai had said sweet this time. Then again, the one who often hung out with him at his apartment was a different side to him; it was completely plausible for those two personalities to have different preferences. With a nod of acknowledgement, the redhead stood in line for the tangyuan, gesturing his companion to join him this time. He didn't want to lose time by standing and waiting, though thankfully the line moved much quicker than the last time.

It didn't take much time for them to retreat from the crowd with a serving of sweet tangyuan to share between them. With the festival finally winding down, the lights had begun to dim as stalls were closing up shop and preparing to be dismantled. With one last look at the festival, Shi committed the sight to memory. He didn't want to forget that he was able to come here with two people he cared about. While it sucked the two in question really didn't get along, at least they both had helped to ease the pang of loneliness he felt in spades tonight. If it weren't for Kai and Ansel, he would've felt completely alienated from this festive space, wanting to run away from the joy it inherently brought to many people.

Walking side by side with Kai as they shared the tangyuan between them (well, with Kai mostly eating the spoils as he had gotten his fill earlier), Shi noticed they had begun walking along the same trail lined by trees he had used to bring Ansel here initially. He realized that the more they walked this way, the closer they would get to his apartment. If they reached his apartment, they would have to part ways. He didn't want to do that just yet.

❝ Thanks for humoring me, ❞ Shi spoke up out of the blue, his gaze flickering over to Kai and briefly lingering on his hands that were being careful to hold and catch remains of the tangyuan he was eating. He knew Kai didn't really care much about this sort of thing with a whole lot of people, but it meant a lot to have the company. And even if Kai didn't enjoy much of the environment, at least there was the excuse of trying out some new food. He didn't expect Kai to acknowledge his words at all, but he didn't want to pass up the chance to say this, as stupid as it was to thank him for following him out here tonight.

But the awkwardness still lingered. The redhead didn't know how to ease the tension in his body. Now that they were alone again, he was fraught with the want to hold—.

Don't even think about it.

His lips pursed together as he turned away to silently rebuke the voice in his head. If only it would stop telling him what he could and couldn't do, it would be much more pleasant to simply savor the presence of someone else. What was even wrong with wanting to be a little—?

Your friend hated that lack of space, remember?

Shi flinched at the reminder. But Kai wasn't Ansel.

And a witch hunter is not someone to be friendly with.

Unable to counter that point, Shi let go of the argument. He already had broken that rule, but he was still at a point where he could turn things around if need be, even if doing so would be difficult.

Really now?

Shi's steps began to slow down, as if he didn't want this time together to end. If he could just stay in this dream-like moment with a friend by his side, then he wouldn't have to dread going home.

❝ How... do you like the tangyuan? ❞ he awkwardly brought up.

character(s): Shi date: 04 / 07 / 2026 word count: 1,266 content warning(s): not applicable

prompt: reading alone on a lonely night

#* ✽ ❪❪ drabbles ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ in character ❫.#nikolai┊вrcĸeɴprcмιѕeѕ ✽ *

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– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

"Let me in."

aurora-rph

Unrequited Love Sentence Starters

To The Object of Their Affection

Is there really no chance for us?

Can’t you just pretend?

I know you don’t feel the same but...can I at least stay near you?

What do they have that I don’t?

Is the idea of my feelings for you really so disgusting that you can’t even look at me anymore?

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward between us.

I never asked to fall in love with you!

I’ll never stop caring for you, but it’s too painful to be around you anymore.

I don’t understand, if there’s no one else then why can’t you give me a chance?

How can you not be interested? Everyone is interested in me!

Stop! Just stop talking about them! Do you know how much it hurts to hear?

I just want you to be happy, it’s fine if it’s not with me.

I love you, and I know you don’t feel the same, but I had to tell you.

You...asked them out? Oh…how nice.

Was this...not a date?

What did I want to tell you? Oh, it’s nothing. Tell me more about your date.

Just give up on them already! They don’t love you, but I do!

Can we just go back to how we used to be?

It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I have enough love to give even if it’s not returned.

You don't have to love me back. Just... please don't hate me for loving you.

Am I really that easy to look past?

Don't look at me with pity. Anything but that.

I'm not asking for forever. Just one night.

Just tell me you hate me. Make it easy for me to walk away

From The One Who Doesn’t Feel the Same

You’re a good friend, but I’m afraid that’s all I feel for you.

I never meant to hurt you, I just don’t feel the same.

Don't treat me like the villain for not feeling the same.

I can't force myself to love you, and it's cruel of you to expect me to try.

I'm sorry I can't be who you want me to be.

You're falling in love with a version of me that doesn't exist.

I never wanted to be the source of your sadness.

I hope someday you can find someone who’ll make you happy, and I’m sorry it can’t be me.

Did you really think I would ever be interested in you?

You’ll always be my friend, but we come from entirely different worlds. It wouldn't work.

I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.

We can still be friends.

I'm sorry, but I love someone else.

Telling a Friend

I think if they just didn’t return my feelings I could handle it, but knowing they’re with someone else…

They're happy and I can't help but hate them for it.

I didn’t think love could hurt so much.

Why do I always fall for the ones I can never have?

How can you tell me to let them go? You’re supposed to fight for love!

You're breaking your heart over someone who wouldn't even notice if you walked away.

I guess I thought they'd notice me if I hung around long enough.

It's okay, as long as I can be by their side.

As long as they're happy, it's okay if they don't feel the same.

How do I get over a relationship I never even had?

I'd rather have the crumbs of their attention than nothing at all.

They’d never let me live it down if they knew.

It doesn't hurt as much as it used to.

I guess I was the moth and they were the flame. But fire burns if you get too close.

Watching From The Outside

Why do you keep doing this to yourself, you know they don’t feel the same!

Come on, we'll have a nice movie night and you can forget all about them.

This isn’t a movie. They aren't going to wake up one day and suddenly realize you're the one.

Even if they felt the same, you know it would never be allowed.

They didn’t forget to text you back, they just don’t care.

Someone who loves you doesn’t invite you on a date and then tell you everyone else they asked that night said no.

Look I’m not asking you to marry the next person you see, just give some other people a chance.

I tired of listening to you make excuses for how poorly they treat you.

They smiled at you, and you’ve already planned a wedding in your head. Please come back to earth.

If they're not interested in you it's their lose, why dwell on it?

I know it hurts, cry as much as you need.

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🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛ i can carry that for you. ❜ ❛ i can come over, if you don't want to be alone. ❜ ❛ i can go with you, so you don't have to do this by yourself. ❜ ❛ i can keep you warm. ❜ ❛ i can listen for as long as you need me to. ❜ ❛ i can make breakfast while you stay in bed. ❜ ❛ i can make you laugh. just give me a minute. ❜ ❛ i can remember enough for both of us. ❜ ❛ i can share mine with you. ❜ ❛ i can stay with you a little longer. ❜ ❛ i can take care of you for once. ❜ ❛ i can wait for you here. ❜ ❛ can i keep this? it reminds me of you. ❜ ❛ can i keep you company? ❜ ❛ can i kiss you? ❜ ❛ can i lay my head in your lap? ❜ ❛ can i see you smile again? ❜ ❛ can i take care of you tonight? ❜ ❛ can i tell you how pretty you look? ❜ ❛ can i tell you something silly? ❜ ❛ can we just do nothing today? ❜ ❛ can we stay like this a little longer? ❜ ❛ can you come a little closer? ❜ ❛ can you hold me for just a second? ❜ ❛ can you promise you'll text when you get home? ❜ ❛ you can always come home to me. ❜ ❛ you can be as clingy as you want. i don't mind. ❜ ❛ you can be soft here. ❜ ❛ you can come over whenever you miss me. ❜ ❛ you can have the last bite. ❜ ❛ you can have this; it was supposed to be yours anyway. ❜ ❛ you can hide here for a while. ❜ ❛ you can keep looking at me like that. ❜ ❛ you can keep my heart. i wasn't using it anyway. ❜ ❛ you can kiss me again, if you want. ❜ ❛ you can lean on me. ❜ ❛ you can pick the music. ❜ ❛ you can stay as long as you want. ❜ ❛ you can stay close to me, i like that. ❜ ❛ you can take my hand. ❜

dungeonwriter

𖥔⋆｡°✩ LOVESICK FOOLS ⸻ a collection of action prompts centered around sweet moments, lingering affection, and the little things that make love feel warm. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.

sender falls asleep against receiver's shoulder halfway through a movie.

sender pulls receiver closer by the sleeve of their sweater.

sender wraps a blanket around themselves and receiver.

sender hooks their pinky around receiver's.

sender rests their head in receiver's lap.

sender presses a quick kiss to the top of receiver's head.

sender quietly cleans up after receiver while they're distracted.

sender saves the last bite for receiver.

sender writes love notes and leaves it somewhere receiver will find it.

sender curls up beside receiver on the couch.

sender grins every time they catch receiver looking.

sender snaps a candid photo with receiver when they aren't paying attention.

sender bumps their shoulder against receiver's while walking.

sender dramatically flops across receiver's lap.

sender nudges receiver's foot beneath the table.

sender automatically looks for receiver in a crowded room.

sender shifts a little closer to receiver without realizing it.

sender lets their knee rest against receiver's.

sender finds an excuse to sit beside receiver.

sender lights up the moment they spot receiver.

sender lingers a little too long after saying goodbye to receiver.

sender watches receiver from across the room with a soft smile.

sender gently wipes something from receiver's face.

sender points out constellations to receiver while the two of them lie beneath the stars.

sender ends up covered in flour while baking cookies with receiver.

sender pulls receiver into an impromptu dance in the middle of the kitchen.

sender absentmindedly doodles on receiver's hand while the two of them talk.

sender gets caught staring at receiver and immediately looks away.

sender carries receiver after they admit they're too tired to keep walking.

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ visage ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ my art ❫.

sevxra-arts

Drew Shi again (since his last art was so old lol) to practice some ways to approach my line work. I liked this a whole lot more before I colored it. /sigh/

When drunk

Koen: appears normal but actually doesn't talk and he’s mostly zoned out and blankly staring at a fixed point. Takes a while to get drunk because he is a slow drinker and prefers savoring low alcohol content drinks; however, he doesn't like feeling drunk so it's unlikely you'll ever see him drink that much

Zerah: whiny and affectionate, clingy to anyone he know and likely flirtatious (desperate for connection). With his romantic other, he becomes very touchy and affectionate, maybe even desperately handsy and needy (needs to touch others), will not realize he is crossing boundaries until physical rejection occurs

Reanne: a smiley mess and fraught with giddy laughter, cannot form coherent thought strings, needy for affection more than usual, vulnerable in terms of asking for more intimate acts when she normally wouldn’t offer it, leans on people’s shoulders—before she face plants the table/falls asleep in an hour because she drinks too fast. There’s a reason Keith tells people to not let her drink (she is a binge drinker who has a history of poisoning herself with alcohol).

Randel: somehow extremely nice (by his standards) and actually troubled about his need for consent to do his usual antics, thoughts tend to spin over and over in the same spot, usually flushes easily due to his pale skin tone, there’s a glimmer in his eyes that’s hard to read, acts like he can handle alcohol but in reality just paces himself so he can last longer

Keith: if ever, he’d be the one who knocks out/feels strong effects over little consumption. He’s the type to get flushed and off balanced/loose coordination, can’t focus or follow conversations, anxiety goes down in some aspects (touch, being held) but heightens in others (overly conscious of concern, staring, gazing), overreacts to touch and physically lashes out in defense (will need physical restraint to calm down)—often will rest his head on something to stabilize his senses.

Xander: blushy, nervous drunk, prone to crying over little things, overly emotional, confesses things he normally would never talk about (ex. his brother, conflicting feelings), extremely vulnerable (easy to take advantage of), unintentional needy (bedroom) look in his eyes, open for exploring intimacy when he wold normally be put off (AKA doesn't reject advances from people), notably much slower processing speed that hinders timely reactions/responses

Souta: much quieter than usual and less hotheaded, chilled out but also very off-kilter, cannot process conversations/jokes well (worse than usual), reactions dulled, seems to act like he is some form of sedated, falls asleep pretty quickly, surprisingly cannot handle much liquor

Ryder: verbally blunt, sharp-tongued, irritable and easy to rile up, bold/drops politeness, seems to have a grip on confidence and self-esteem when drunk, physically shaky (you can visibly see his arms trembling), can be a bit clumsy/uncoordinated, has a spark in his eyes that conveys he won't back down easily

Shea: doesn't get drunk but acts more peppy and energetic the more he drinks, can't sit still after a number of them

Sindri: mockingly affectionate with a sharp tongue, tries to maintain "superiority" but fails to do so, leans more into those story tropes of doing stupid things while drunk (like kissing or doing the deed with people he hates in a fit of rage or impulse), argumentative, provokes others for minor slights, throws/breaks things, hurts others, gets into fights, utterly crumbles when intimacy is used as a weapon and actually feels good (and goes along with taking it further)

#* ✽ ❪❪ shi ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ moira ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ faev ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ lavr ↠ headcanons ❫.#* ✽ ❪❪ albert ↠ headcanons ❫.

Shi: has low tolerance and honestly rarely drinks at all. He only drinks to silence the voice in his head (and never in social situations), but even that is risky to do considering his low tolerance. When inhibited, his thoughts tend to jump from one point to a drastically off-point conclusion (spurred by unconscious fears surfacing more tangibly as the voice cannot suppress his line of thinking when he is drunk), and he may also struggle with coordination and dexterity. Gets emotionally vulnerable and easy to read, clingy even, his wants and desires tend to show in his eyes, his voice gets weak and he also defers to speaking in his preferred language.

Moira: She gets a little giddy and giggly, laughs over absolutely nothing, is a happy drunk and goes along with a lot of things that her sober self wouldn't do without thinking first. She's got a persistent smile plastered to her face and can't even register when people are trying to be rude or mean to her. She also may be the type to snuggle up and hug whoever is next to her.

Faev: high tolerance levels, but still within human levels of consumption. Gets zoned out and super quiet, has a hard time conversing due to the buzzing in her head. If anything, she low-key dissociates.

Lavr: literally not capable of getting drunk off alcohol, and he tends to drink only socially. He might get the slightest bit flushed from his own amusement (to sell the idea he might be tipsy), but he can absolutely drink anyone under the table.

Albert: probably has decent tolerance, but nothing noteworthy. He tends to blab too much when drunk and everything he says is either nonsense or something that could be taken the completely wrong way. Kind of like Moira, he is a happy drunk and tends to be physically affectionate.