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Random headcanon meme!
⤠: What does your museās voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?Ā
ā : What is your museās handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?
ā : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
ā : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?
āæ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?
āŗ : What is your museās smile like? Do they smile often?
ā” : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
ā : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
ā Ā : What is your museās favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?Ā
ā Ā : Does your muse like rain?
ā¼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
šØ Ā : How well does your muse sleep?
⤠: What are your museās thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?
ā : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
⯠: Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
š : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?
⨠: Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
ā : What is your museās opinion about flower crowns?
⬠: Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?
š : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?
ā : What is your museās favorite animal?
ĪµŃŠ· : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
š± : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?
ā : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your museās favorite?
ć : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?
ā : Is your muse religious?
josslyndeclaireā:
Even the thoughts of quick wealth made her feel uneasy and anxious, reminding her too much of her father. She loved him deeply, of course, but sometimes the choices he made were just plain bad, and mostly nobody knew about them, they didnāt leave the de Claire household. But the latest one left people whispering.
Instead of thinking about her familyās misfortune, Josslyn switched her focus on Esker. āOh, itās alright, you have nothing to apologize for!ā she waved it off with a kind smile. āThere are indeed a lot of people every time I visit Destrier. I donāt expect you to know everyone by name. Really, itās nothing.ā
Her eyes landed on the crow, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips seeing how it looked like Geban understood they were talking about him. āI have no doubts,ā Josslyn replied with a wide smile. āItās quite exciting to see it for herself after reading about it,ā she mused rather to herself than for Esker to hear and reply to it. āIāve read that crows are very intelligent. They have great memory an they can recognize people. And have you seen how they like to mess with cats or dogs on the street? Itās usually fun to watch.ā
Courteous, quite naturally so; sheād been raised to certain standards of etiquette, clearly. Even with her lessers. Though, that was quite possibly Josslyn, not her parents, or governesses and tutors, and whoever else had a hand in bringing up a courtly lady.Ā āI do appreciate the understanding, all the same.āĀ
āAwfully intelligent, itās true. Not so clever as they might believe they are, but. Thatās rather human of them, donāt you think?ā Geban keened, as if in dismay, and Esker chuckled. āOh, yes. Heās quite fond of cats. More of a challenge than dogs, I suppose...ā They rounded another cobbled corner, rambling through the Aisleās mismatched streets.Ā āAnd you best believe their memoryās all that. Crows, they wonāt just remember you. Theyāll hold a bloodyĀ grudge. As long as they live.ā Another thing they had in common. Not that the Lady de Claire had any need to fret about that.Ā
āAh, but I do believe congratulations are in order, arenāt they?ā He grinned, warmly, crutching along with this odd little cavalcade of theirs. āIāve heard youāre to be married. To the Eagle Knight, no less.ā The crow whistled, perhaps in approval. Or to be a dreadful brat.Ā āAn exciting time, isnāt it? Busy, too, I imagine...ā Let her answer as she liked. Or not. Heād learn at least a little, either way. Such an unusual pair, those two...
ezraigavilanā:
āWhere indeed,āĀ Ezrai muttered darkly.Ā He gave Esker a dry, wry look.Ā Ā āItās the Solis Kingsguard.āĀ He said that as if it should answer everything - meaning, because the Kingsguard were Solans, they were clearly inferior and poorly trained. By Acacian standards of course.Ā Ā
But Ezraiās first comment went further and deeper than his second generic knightly snobbery.Ā Because he agreed with what Vengel implied: that even if Solis Kingsguard were sloppy, no commoner rabble-rouser couldāve ever accomplished the execution of a King.Ā Ā
Ezrai was more than positive that the rebels werenāt only commonfolk, but a blend of nobility and commoners, all united under one goal: kill the king.Ā So Ezrai spoke plainly, of things he believed Vengel already understood.Ā Honestly, sometimes it was just nice to say these things outloud, to someone like-minded.
(Not that Ezrai would ever admit that he wasĀ ālike-mindedā in any way to Esker Vengel).Ā Ā
āHis people knew he was made a cuckold by the Queen of Solis.Ā He was a fooled fool and it was likely too embarrassing for such an intellectual, enterprising people to be ruled by someone so inherently weak-minded.Ā You know thereās been no news one way or the other about the Queen?ā he glanced sidelong at Esker.Ā Ā āWhether sheās in a gaol waiting her own death, whether sheās in hiding in the city, or escaped becauseā¦because she knewĀ beforehand that this was going to happen.Ā Nothing, no news.āĀ Ā
Another glance in Eskerās direction as Ezrai oh-so casually added,Ā Ā āUnless you of course know something.Ā Given that you know so much, in many things.ā
But Ezrai was taken down a peg or two when Esker brought up Josslyn, and he turned a blotchy red and mumbled something incoherent in return. His glower was as stormy as Farrahās.Ā Ā
āThe Lady Josslyn is staffed in one of the healing tents,ā he said, as blandly as he could.Ā He reached to his chest to scratch, before snatching his hand back down to clutch the reins.Ā Ā āIf you also managed to bring any of your apothecarian works for healing purposes, Iām sure sheād be delighted to see you, Vengel.ā
He smiled, in a sudden moment of nostalgia, as Esker asked about eagles.Ā Ā āPeregrines, mostly.Ā Eagles are common in my region of Acacia, but less easy to train.āĀ Ā He laughed then, a genuine laugh when Vengel brought up all the colourful stories surrounding his crow.Ā Ā
āYou know if anyone could perform real true magic in this entire land, my bet would be on you.Ā And Iād burn you at the stake myself, for such dark practices.āĀ He pitched an eyebrow up, his expression merry and absolute at the same time.Ā He could joke about it because it wasnāt true; but if it were, the old knight wouldnāt hesitate to follow through on his threat.
āNo, I cannot imagine that,āĀ Ezrai said, missing Vengelās subtle point completely.Ā After all, a knight was a part of exactly what Vengel described.Ā But to Ezrai the monarchyās autocratic rule was synonymous with goodness and world order; when that level of determination and loyalty was applied to a rebellion, Ezrai in his knightly dissonance considered it ludicrous and evil.Ā Ā
He fell silent, ruminating on what Vengel was saying.Ā All thoughts that Ezrai himself had, although they filtered in Ezraiās mind in very different ways.Ā It was always gratifying to talk to Vengel, hear the barkeepās point of view.Ā Esker Vengel was a highly intelligent individual, and although they rarely agreed on anything, that didnāt mean Ezrai dismissed Vengelās opinions.
āIād kill a king in the name of my King.Ā Or my Queenā¦ā he murmured, the response easy and automatic.Ā Ā āIf those in charge of the rebellion conspired to kill for one unified reason, I believe that reason has splintered.Ā This is what happens when too many people lead.Ā Disagreements and clashes of opinion. Which is fine in the safety of a Royal Council Chamber during peacetime - but now?Ā I believe itās eating the rebels from within.ā
He chucked his chin at Esker.Ā Ā āTake yourself, for example.Ā You are a leader in your own little kingdom, Vengel.Ā No, no - donāt try to deny it.Ā Your people look to you for guidance, some sort of order and organization is necessary.Ā That design must be disseminated and delegated from one personās vision of order, two at most.Ā No more.ā
Kneeing Zab ahead, Esker smirked off that slight against the knights of Solis. Not as if he minded, at all. Ezrai was the one who put stock in knightly reputations and so on. Honestly, even when it wasnāt especially useful, or even interesting... the backbiting and gossip of the courtly set was at least amusing. Thought themselves so bloody fine and mannered, didnāt they? But wrap them around a goblet or two of wine, and all the petty sniping and bitterness would leak right out. Sometimes, it didnāt even take that much. Only a listening ear. Funny, wasnāt it? For all they had and demanded, they were still clamoring for anything that felt like real attention - not the false niceties of court, or whatever deference they figured they were due from their so-called lessers. Funny.
Might have something to do with said king. And his queen. And whatever part she couldāve played, in what unfolded. So many questions, yes. Esker merely nodded, thoughtfully. Well, not merely. Threw in his most enigmatic smile, for good measure.Ā āI do try. Thereās such a great deal to know, though. Iād be forgiven, surely, if a few things simply slipped my notice. Especially in such terrible times as this, when Iāve so much to keep in mind, already - how best to provide for my staff... my beasts...ā with a loving pat to Zabethaās shoulder,Ā āand the rest of my business.ā With a heavy sigh, Esker ducked under some passing fir boughs. What could a poor tavernkeeper do, really?Ā
What indeed. Without proper recompense.Ā
Healing tents. Really? Josslyn, here? That draft truly had spared... almost no one. He noted that itch, though, scanning the Eagle Knight more closely. Gavilan wasnāt so young as he used to be, after all. In fine form, of course, as knights went. But the fighting had been fierce, and he doubted Ezrai had been far from the front of it. āWell, as I was only paid - a pittance, mind you - to ride over hill and dale by the dark of night to bring you steel...ā Esker let that hang, a moment. Two. Three.Ā āI thought I might as well try to make up my losses and pack a little something else along. Iāve a few things that might interest your Lady. Suppose I could spare a quick stop, before I return. I trust youāll cover the cost of whatever she sees fit to purchase, now that youāre earning in proper knightly fashion.ā Indeed. Discounts were for those who needed them, after all.Ā
Falcons. Not as impressive as an eagle, perhaps, but... easier to train, yes.Ā āIād imagine so. Proud birds, eagles.ā A falcon had such precision to its character, really. But still, dreadfully self-satisfied. That was the lovely thing about crows; no ego, wasteful thing that it was. Just untrammeled cleverness. Geban warbled, rubbing his glossy head against Eskerās temple. Cleverness, and affection. He gave the bird a ruffle, as they carried on their way.Ā
Burning him at the stake, well, well. Who said a knighthood knocked all the imagination out of your head? āWould you? Your very own self, hauling all that firewood? For me?Ā Iām touched. Sounds wonderfully dramatic. Quite the story...ā And yes, obviously heād live to tell it himself.Ā
Well, some imagination, anyway. Esker cocked his head - rather like his bird - as Gavilan explained his fairly predictable answer, and his take on all this mess.Ā āFair and fine enough. But. Thereās a creature Iāve heard tell of - a snake, born with many heads. Now, with most of its kind, youāve only the one set of fangs to worry about. One neck to aim for. As is the case, when your foeās a king.ā A fabulous tale, of course. With meaning in it, still. āIf you were to face that other sort, though, with all its mouths and coils... doesnāt much matter if every head has a plan, and if they all agree, or not, does it? Cut off one, cut off ten - the rest will just keep biting. From angles youād never suspect.ā Including, doubtlessly, the back. How thoroughly had the kingdoms thought about that? What had they done, to insulate their efforts against spying, and treachery? Not enough, so far as heād seen. But all Esker did was shrug, brushing that little fable away.Ā āAnyway, Gavilan - all Iām saying is, this monster isnāt your usual sort. Dismiss it, and you might be the one who gets eaten alive.āĀ
Oh, look at that. Esker laughed, fully, as Ezrai drew up that particular comparison. Because it was laughable. Wasnāt it? āI wonāt deny I lead.ā There was no question of that.Ā āBut Iād never call it a kingdom. Kings, after all, only have to be born to earn the trust that - well, the trust thatĀ some place in them, anyway.ā Not untrue. Couldnāt argue that, could he? Frankly, Esker was quite certain Gavilan could argue the skyās shade of blue with the clouds, if he felt the need. Such was the drive that made a true knight. And Ezrai was certainly that, to a shocking degree. Must be some corrupt corner to the man, really. The... purity of his dedication, it just beggared belief. Perhaps he only needed time to settle into the mantle again; the power, the wealth, the standing. After all, Esker hadnāt known him before his exile. Which meant he didnāt truly know him now, restored to glory. How quickly, and wildly, the wheel of fate did turn...
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Josslyn, Josefin, Elena
āOh, come off it. Elenaās practically a baby sister. Letās see... well, I do faintly recall an occasion, or two, at least, where Iāve had to drag her to her own damn bed after sheās drunk herself senseless. And made sure she had bread and water to sober herself on. Then left her to the headache. Even a brother can only do so much, after all.Ā
I do stand by what I said, in her majestyās case. Not that she needs a king, but thatās the idea - I really canāt think of anything Iād rather do less than rule. So, there you are. A queen without some man and his ideas to bother about. She could do ever more wondrous things, free of all that nonsense. I think.
And the Lady de Claire⦠well, it would make quite the romantic episode, wouldnāt it, if her darling - the Eagle Knight, in shining armor, on his majestic if miserably ill-tempered steed - were to swoop in and save her from the axe. Sounds like quite the tale. I could tell that one for years to come.ā
"I think I know what to do with the daggers you gave me...xoxo - Iryana
āSold you. For a fair and honest price. Please, donāt want anyone getting the wrong idea.Ā
And, word to the wise, speaking of wrong ideas - really shouldnāt go around uttering threats in the general direction of a witch. Fortune frowns on that sort of thing. Dreadfully bad luck, in my experience.āĀ
šµšš¹, š²šš¹, šµšš½šš¶š¹ ā Dominic, Ezrai, Kirian
āQuite certain Iām not the boy kingās type, so. Off with his head. Quite the fashion to be killing kings these days, isnāt it?
Afraid Iāll be keeping Ezrai, so far as likely husbands go. That Solgard - heās dashing, no mistake. But those waters run dark, and deep, and dangerous, and I'm not altogether certain I like the thought of sailing them for too terribly long. A night would be quite enough.āĀ
Bed, Wed, Behead: Iryana, Josefin, Ezrai
āI suppose the only sensible thing to do is behead Iryana. Of the three, sheās the most thoroughly mysterious element, at least for the time-being - and I donāt much like those. Nothing personal.
If sheād have me, Iād wed her majesty. At the very least, Iād be sparing her the scandals of another hapless husband. I know just what to do with my dirty laundry, thank you.Ā
That leaves Ezrai to bed, it seems. The old man could use a bit of loosening up, certainly⦠an ambitious project, but. Nothing I couldnāt manage, I think. Would be a service, really, to his intended - the poor thing, she shouldnāt have to weather the breaking-in.ā
Yourself, your crow, yo momma
āWell, we all should know how to romance ourselves, shouldnāt we? Self-loveās a precious thing. So Iāll bed myself, and make a real evening of it.
When it comes to weddings, havenāt you heard? Gebanās got a ninth of my soul in those clever little claws of his already. Being as he is my unholy familiar, bound to me eternally through aberrant sorcery. And all that. A rather different sort of arrangement, but. Close enough.
As for my mother - I donāt see how sheās any business of yours. Do you? Right. Do go on and fuck yourself, then. And I say that in a very caring way. Really. Self-love. Highly recommend it. Save you an awful lot of trouble, in this world of ours.āĀ
Itās Friday and that means we should have a little bit of fun, even during the War of Solis. How about we play a game of šµšš¹, š²šš¹, šµšš½šš¶š¹? Send me 3 namesĀ (on anon of off, doesnāt matter) and Josslyn will answer who sheād Bed, Wed and Behead.
Feel free to reblog this or make a post of your own and join me on this! <3
loverebelladyā:
Iryana had been helping her queen and even qhen her friend told her to take a rest to get her strenght back, she was very stubborn and decided to continue her duties. That would make her forget her brother, even for a few hours, but she was growing tired of trying to find him. She needed infromation and all the leads she had ended in close ends or worse, idiot men who wanted some reward for the location of her twin. Most of them were liars and she could smell them miles away, but the problem was that she had to start over again and her father with his letters was making everything even more tedious. He always reminded her that the man she had been promised to was going to come home and demand her hand so she always wrote back.Ā āThen let him way and get mother to entertain him, or marry him herself since she never shuts up about it.ā If Kirian had been wise he wouldnāt be in this possition snd neither would she. The last thing Iryana needed was someone to force her to marry a man she did not know or loved.Ā
She was picking up some wood for the camp when she heard a manās voice about selling swords and more. Iryana came to him and asked.Ā āDo you have daggers? Or better yet, if I comission something to you, how soon can you get it done?ā
Daggers. Werenāt exactly the stuff of full-blown warfare, but. Always wise to have a bit of back up. The lady whoād strolled his way, question at the ready, didnāt seem about to lead the charge. Though - there was something about her, maybe. Familiar? Not unusual, for Esker. He did see so many faces. Brushing that flicker of nearish-recognition aside, he unbound one of the heavy parcels tied down across Zabās back.Ā āIāve a few. Didnāt seem to be such high demand, at present.ā But, it never hurt to be prepared.Ā
A commissioned blade, though; a woman of means, he could only assume. Her clothing, the quality and cut of it - even here - stood out. Interesting. āIād take a commission, gladly, but...ā Esker shrugged, with a grimace. It wasnāt even entirely put-on, for his customerās benefit. āWhat with how the kingdoms have gone and requisitioned the forge, I canāt say when personal projects might get done.ā Sliding a dirk free of its scabbard, Esker gave the weapon an easy flip, changing his grip to put the blade on proper display.Ā āWould this suit you, in the meantime? Iāve others, if itās not to your taste.ā Such people as she seemed to be could fuss over that kind of thing, after all. Tastes.Ā Ā
Have you forgotten the face of your father?
āWasnāt that memorable, honestly.āĀ
Do you have any habits that you don't like?
āWell, if I didnāt likeĀ something, I wouldnāt make a habit ofĀ it. Would I? People are so dreadfully quick to hold this or that against themselves, it seems. Canāt say thatās a trouble of mine. Have to pity anyone suffering such an affliction - looks to be an awful and entire waste of energy. Personally, Iāve much better things to do. Even when Iām in the mood to piss a bit of time away. Donāt you? Doesnāt everyone?ā
What sort of thing would you feel the need to apologize for doing?
āApologies arenāt a needy thing, are they? Canāt eat or breathe them, certainly. That, Iād say, makes them a choice. An apology you need to make - an apology you canāt survive not making, that is, by implication - isnāt much of an apology at all. Is it?Ā
Anyhow. As you meant it, then. Iāll tell you when I find out. Might be a hell of a wait. Donāt stay up for it.āĀ
What keeps your hair so shiny and lustrous? Do you bottle and sell it?
āMagic, obviously. And no. Shocking, Iām sure, but - there are, in fact, some things that simply canāt be bought.ā