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Headcanon #5: "How old was your muse when they had their first kiss?" & Headcanon #17: "What is your muse like without enough sleep?"

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5. How old was your muse when they had their first kiss?

Ahreum’s first kiss was actually with the girl who broke her heart. She was in her late 70s to early 80s (elven age) around that time. 

17. What is your muse like without enough sleep?

Surprisingly energetic. She runs on no sleep on weekdays and enjoys working or doing other things. So long as there is something to keep her busy, her focus is actually pretty good. However, once her energy is drained, she can be quite grumpy. 

[stxyongsun-blog]

Headcanon #12: "What makes your muse happy?" & Headcanon #29: "Their most prized possession."

Headcanon #12: "What makes your muse happy?" Winning. That’s what makes her happy the most. She loves being on top and feeling triumphant. A lot of things make her happy honestly, like clean bedsheets, the scent of coffee, not poking her fingers to death at work. She truly enjoys the simple things in life.Headcanon #29: "Their most prized possession."Solar’s most prized possession is the necklace her mother gave her once she finally finished training. It was passed down the females in her family. It’s a golden dragon breathing out flames with the family crest engraved on the back.

[stlwonwoo-blog]

nigihayami kohakunushi

there’s a soft sort of aura around the shop, limitless and rounded at the edges - calming - as the enchanted candles flicker along the shelves to cast shadows across the walls and over his skin. it’s beautiful, fantastic and otherworldly, in a way he still can’t fathom, but, as wonwoo stares down at his own messy scrawl of inventory parchments, he can’t help but curse his master for the theatrics. flicking his fingers, he whispers a soft litany of increasingly familiar syllables to charm one of lamps closer. it’s tedious work, but it’s necessary, 

there is a noticeable shift in the atmosphere, the candles flickering pleasantly as if pleased with the return of an old friend. a soft greeting. a patron. he isn’t worried, not as he used to be, knowing that the shop, despite appearances, is warded to the teeth. but, as he leans around the closest shelf to give a quick bow in greeting, his eyes widen perceptively. water dragon. his lips part in awe at the thought as his gaze settles on the man in question. 

( wonwoo recall’s his master’s distinct words and the respect evident in them. archane magic. ancient wisdom. older even than the myth of geumsaseum. a deity of water - that last bit had been more of a teasing quip than anything, but the words nigihayami kohakunushi had escaped wonwoo’s slightly parted lips in reverence and awe. an actual dragon. ) in hindsight, it was a bit silly to be so in awe with the encounter when wonwoo dealt with faeries, werewolves, and the like on a daily basis, but there was just something so remote and fantastic about such archane power. 

presently, he straightens up, offers another bow, and offers his practiced “welcome, sir. and please call for me if you require any assistance.”

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Headcanon #7: "What's their Starbucks coffee order?" & Headcanon #22: "What does your muse's handwriting look like?"

What's their Starbucks coffee order?Usually an iced caffe latte, she is plain and simple like that. On days when she needs an extra caffeine kick, she gets an iced americano instead. Cold drinks are her favourite, cannot go really wrong with that.What does your muse's handwriting look like?She tries her very best to have a neat, pretty handwriting but truth be told - it is very sloppy. It's always been like that and somehow she cannot change it, it is a bit difficult to change such a habit after over 50 years after all.

[stlwonwoo-blog]

Headcanon #15: "A nervous habit they do." & Headcanon #30: "Something they regret doing or saying."

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15. a nervous habit they do.

wonwoo, sometimes more a bundle of nerves than an actual person, has a number of nervous habits. he always has to keep himself occupied with something, can’t stay idle to any degree unless he’s feeling particularly lethargic. he’ll fiddle with his fingers, gnaw at his thumb, give his companion a random nip on the shoulder or arm ( if they’re close enough ) just for something to do.

30. something they regret doing or saying.

there are very few things that he regrets in life ( even if he’s perpetually complaining about his regret in walking into the teahouse all those years ago as loudly and as often as he can manage. ) anyone who knows him is aware that there is no genuine regret there. simply, wonwoo is not one to dabble in lost time or past mistakes. what’s done is done at that point, and no amount of pondering or regret will change the course of his actions or words. he is unwilling to expend unnecessary energy on things that are gratuitously out of his control. in that sense, he’s the most practical ( read: lazy. )

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Headcanon #6: "A movie your muse cried while watching." & Headcanon #29: "Their most prized possession."

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6. A movie your muse cried while watching.

A more recent movie she went to see with her cousins was called Ode to My Father. The main character reminded so much of her own dad and the struggles he had faced be that the two were very different. Now she can’t even think about the movie without tears threatening to spill.

29. Their most prized possession

When her family moved to Seoul, her mother gifted her a lavender potted plant to keep by her bedside window. Her mother always smelled like the flowers and to this day has kept the plant alive and well. she even keeps it on her balcony and in a bigger pot to let it grow more.

[chovmbna]

— blue moon

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Once a month Bina would take the bus on an hour trip out to the nearest beach with a thick sweater wrapped around her and the petals of a white rose, her mother’s favorite. On the ride there she would remember the trips back in the united states where her family would walk along the shoreline, collect sand dollars and watch the sunset into the edge of the ocean. Even after their death she made sure to keep up the tradition even if it meant going alone. 

The sand between her black painted toes felt like clouds as she walked along the waves, listening to their movements back and forth. As much as she loved living in the city Bina couldn’t help but be tempted to leave one day but then there was no one to watch her shop or even tell anyone. 

She was alone on the white beach when her eyes gazed around, a few seagulls picking at the crabs borrowed under the sand. Looking toward the horizon her ears caught a strange noise, starling her toward the direction. It was a surprise to see a man where a flock of seagulls were just there but flew away standing there. She heard a faint huff as she walked closer to the male and he the same, eventually meeting paths and exchanging a small greeting. But when Bina began to speak it was not simple hello, “So, how about we dance under this wonderful light.” A hand held up to the man and her grim soft. Celebrating a family tradition did not mean being alone, even with a complete stranger. It was such a random occurrence that her actions would be seen as ordinary but that’ how she lived and wanted to share it with the handsome man before her.