#heroine asks

[another-heroine]

Friends to lovers for Katya & Lann ❤️: 10. getting physically close during the denial phase. IMAGINE KISSING AND FREAKING OUT SAYING, "friends... kiss. right?"

friends to lovers heart fluttering moments

Another episode of IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT THERE WE GO

CW: Act 4 Quests, Angel Path

Lann acknowledged his limitations. Not in front of Daeran, of course, but deep down in his soul, where his weaknesses should be. For example, there were a lot of words he had no idea what they mean: mellifluous, eidetic, tintinnabulation, and so on. But at least he knew what boundaries were.

Something that Nenio apparently chose to ignore every single day.

They were back to the Nexus, after the last stroll in the Abyss has taken its toll from the team. He stood further from the fire, taking care of his bow and making more arrows. It was late and many already had said they good-nights and went off sleep.

Then he listened to a familiar giggle, one he hasn't heard since Galfrey sent them to that ominous place.

"She what!?" Seelah couldn’t believe that. Her whisper was a little bit higher than she expected.

"I know, right." Ekaterina nodded. "She simply asked me to take off my clothes because, by her research, some friends do that!"

"Oh Nenio." The paladin wiped her face. "What she gonna ask next?"

"I'd rather not to think about it." The Commander grimaced.

Lann frowned. What that nutty fox was doing? He overheard she abording some of the Nexus' people early, but had no idea what was going on. She was too unpredicable. Like when she asked him to take off his clothes because she wanted to make an anatomic drawing of a mongrel.

The monk scratched his chin, nervously. He would never understand.

"Then I explained her that not every friend do those things," the druid told, like she was talking about a toddler. "Kissing and sleeping together many times are related to partners."

"Do you think she really understood?" Seelah asked and laughed afterwards, when the Commander shook her head.

Lann frowned, trying to focus on the arrows. Uplanders were curious, too. Instead of giving rats or pelts to their significant other, they used to give flowers, chocolates and wine.

And about the kissing part... Nobody among the neathlanders were familiar to that. He recalled poorly his parents' relationship, his father was not fond to show physical affection, but his mother was, always hugging them, tucking their hair and kissing their foreheads.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

Ekaterina approached, bringing him to the present.

She sat next to him, sorting the materials he was using. Lann always made a mess while was creating anything. It was good to have someone tidy around.

"Almost done," he lied. The mongrel got distracted eavesdropping her conversation about Nenio and her experiments.

"I'm not talking about the arrows, you know?"

He stopped and glanced at her. She was serene, observing him with a subtly smile.

Oh, if a look could kill, that one could lift any curses he ever had.

She has found him at the Bad Luck Tavern after their encounter with Savamelekh. He would be lying if say he remembered exactly what they talked about, but the feeling that she also cared about him lingered.

"I'm getting better." He nodded. "I... still feel ashamed for making you worry, but hopefully I'll recover from that too."

The woman hummed, "Glad to hear it."

His throat was dry. Lann muttered, "Also, if you need anything, I’m all ears."

"Oh, not at all. I... just want to make you some company." Her eyes darted to the floor. "This place is oddly cold. And empty. Even I'm feeling uncomfortable with it."

Lann took a deep breath and put his bow aside.

"I told you that I will fight for you until the end, right?"

The aasimar looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

He had no idea either. But he wanted to say something epic, breathtaking, romantic. Like those cheap novel books in Mendev.

"Well," he cleaned the throat. "Keep you safe from the cold and the emptiness are also part of my goal."

First, she looked at him up and down. Then she arched a brow. "Do you wanna sleep with me?"

Uh, oh, Nenio, there was your biggest rival. Lann felt both warm and cold blood abandoning his face.

"No! I mean, err, yes? But not like, uh..." His hands waved in the air, like he was trying to weave the time-space and come back to the moment when his mouth was pretty shut.

Ekaterina covered her mouth, muting her laughter. "Calm down, I’m joking with you. Though I don’t have any objections."

Lann looked at her in panic. Was that an invite or a joke? She leaned her forehead on his, and the mongrel couldn’t take off his attentive eyes of her. They have never been that close until that very moment.

"Friends kiss... right?" The words tripped.

"You tell me."

Lann felt her lips pressing against his, and like a magical trickery, she found her way in.

[another-heroine]

for spots to kiss, 29, a kiss on the inside of the wrist?

Spots to Kiss

Hi, I didn’t forget you n.n I was just pondering how to write this one. And today we have some angst featuring Octavine, enjoy!

CW: Post-game (Kingmaker), references to Tavi and Reg's quests.

She could feel her stomach against her ribs, and her lips as dry as the Numerian desert. She could do anything for a sip of water, or even for a piece of moldy bread. Anything.

And topping that, those shackles were tighter than the usual. Octavia wondered if her hands still have blood running, at least. She twitched one finger by one, scared of find out the worse, but it seemed they were still there.

"Great," she muttered in the dim light.

Taking a deep breath, Octavia made another stubborn attempt; shutting her eyes, the wizard tried to canalize her magic. Just a bit of fire would be enough to melt the lock. That should be another Janush's wicked tests. He loved seeing her squimming like a larva. She would love to see him burn alive as well.

When the first sparkle shone, Octavia barely had time to celebrate: the shackles shimmered and an electric bolt darted through her body.

The princess consort woke up sobbing. Her wrists were really aching, and the nightmare’s bewilderment didn’t let her distinguish what was unreal or true.

A soft touch ran on her back. First she got stiffed, then she relaxed when caught a pair of golden eyes looking at her under the arcane lamp of the chamber.

"Another bad dream?" Andrine yawned.

Octavia was holding her own right wrist, brushing it, verifying it if had any bruises, but it seemed the ache was due the tension.

The wizard inhaled sharply. "They never leave me alone."

The wife stood by her side, placing a kiss on her shoulder. "But they will never touch you again. Only over my pretty, dead body."

Octavia glanced at her, feeling hopeless. "And yet, here we are."

"I've noticed that happens especially when you are working hard. Don’t be rude to yourself."

Octavia bit a lip. "I... I can’t."

They showed her very well the price of knowledge. And how to be the perfect student. And then, to become the perfect wizard.

With no word, Andrine brought her beloved's wrist against her lips, warming it up.

"Have some rest, my dear. Wanna water?"

Octavia felt another tear in the corner of her eye, but disguised it with a smile. "Sounds great."

[another-heroine]

Hi Min! For my beloved Katya:

gluttony 3, wrath 4, sloth 3, lust 2

Seven Deadly Sins Headcanons

Hello gorgeous! It's always a pleasure answering your asks ;v;

Ok, here we go:

Gluttony

is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?

Depends. All her life she had to share food and suplies in general with her siblings and even the community due their lack of resources underground — kind of like Lann and the neathlanders.

But after she left Irrisen, she learned to appreciate whole meals.

Towards her companions, she always leaves the last bit for Ember or Lann if it's something they love a lot. That’s one of her love languages.

Wrath

did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?

Since a very young age, Katya was taught to avoid fights at all costs. Her mother was afraid of, even after they got further from the rest of the community, Ekaterina’s standing would bring misunderstandment over herself.

Obviously, it did not work well. Especially in her teenagehood. Boys got so mean and perversions that she just blasted fire over them. Some got deeply injured, many druids wanted to ban her, but the Archdruid denied their pleas and defended her. Never again anyone touched a single hair on the girl's head.

In the adulthood, she is what you see: collected, sometimes sarcastic, but too tired to get into fights.

Sloth

what chores/responsibilities does your muse avoid doing at all costs?

Hard to say. She is more focus than her creator [nervous laughter]. But I would say chopping wood for the fire. It's a heavy work, and in the end of that, she feels awful, sore, and smelling bad due sweat.

Also, back in Irrisen, cutting ice for the bath houses. You just don't cut ice: you cut it, put on the sled and guide a pair of stubborn reindeers back to the hills, avoiding bandits and predators. It takes all day as much as chopping wood.

Lust

what is your muse's sexuality? if asexual, are they sex favorable, sex indifferent, or sex repulsed?

She is pansexual! She loves you the way you are, just sit here and have some tea and cuddles.

(A/N: There is no a super difference between bi and pan, and many of us already had this conversation, but when I'm creating my blorbos they simply 'tell me' how they want to be portraited and so I do it)

[another-heroine]

🌺 Katya strikes me as someone who keeps a box of little mementos of people and places. Even a rock or something that only she knows the significance of.

10/10 YESSS

Even the arrow that Lann broke when he was upset with his mother trying to get closer again. Afterwards, he saw it there and asked why, what she replied with "even broken things are special, you know?"

Also, she is the kind of mother who keeps hair locks and teeth of their children.

[another-heroine]

Odd OC asks for Katya:

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Odd Oc Asks

DUJOUR MY BELOVED

Im so sorry for making you wait. Really.

But better later than never, I hope so.

Let's do it.

🍎 Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

Features? No. Since Katya is a foster child (as much as Yelena), she is clearly distinguible from Bjorn and their mother. But thanks to them, she also has a good heart. Nothing spectacular, but it's true.

Meanwhile, about her biological mother... They have the same face, but Morana is auburn-haired.

🍰 What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Betrayal. (Almost) everybody deserves a second chance, but when they waste it, she let them go — except for the ones among the crusaders, unfortunately for them, they have to be punished, though she feels no joy doing it.

Growing up in Irrisen taught to due the safety of the community, and they can't turn their backs to people whose intentions are ill.

[another-heroine]

For Katya: 👠!

Hi Dujour, thanks for asking :3

👠 Do they coordinate their outfit and accessories carefully, or just wear any old rag that passes the sniff test and their most comfortable shoes? Somewhere in between?

I guess she is somewhere in between lol

Ekaterina thinks it's nonsense all the nobility/high society's rules towards dressing and how you should approach at each kind of party. Of course you shouldn't wandering around like a beggar when you have clean and seamed clothes, but why she has to put a freaking corset just to attend Daeran's fifth soirée of the week???

Just making it clear, she is not against pretty dresses and shoes, no, no. But like, wear what makes you happy and screw the others' opinion.

[another-heroine]

Sacred romantic moments (I can just hear Lann saying this one to Katya): “ you’re so damn attractive. you know that right? “

ME TOO JAJSISHQOQOJAPQJ

Ok, ok, hear me out (suggestive spicy ahead):

Love Drunk

The festivities were done, and so the people. Those Irriseni folk really knew how to organize a party. And even their gods gave blessings for every guest, including believers and atheists alike.

Lann stretched over the pelts. He drank enough to feel his lizard side warm. So that meant he was truly drunk, and shouldn't do harsh movements. And though, he wasn't willing to get up anyway; belly full and head funny, what else could he ask for?

Drifting to haze dreams, he heard the door being opened, but kept still, until feel a hand caressing the top of his head.

Second thoughts, that was the only thing he could ask for.

"Are you awake?"

"Dunno. I'm seeing an angel!" The mongrel muttered.

Ekaterina chuckled and sat beside him. "I'll take it as a 'yes'. I thought you would stay a bit longer."

Lann raised his head slightly. "Why, do they miss me too? I'm not that young to party hard anymore, you know?"

"Of course, grandpa," the woman mocked cheerfully. "Then let me join you."

Lann smirked. "Heh, how lucky I am, a beautiful woman is slippering into my bed right now."

"And she is also your wife." Ekaterina raised her brows like she was as surprised as him, pushing Lann.

"It must be a dream. Or I've been drinking too much. Or both, who knows?"

Ekaterina nuzzled under the blankets, and gave a chaste kiss on him. "It's very interesting your inability to stop talking, even when you are about to fall asleep."

"You can always put this in good use, you know?"

She clinged on his scaly side, hidden her face at the crook of Lann's neck. "Tempting. But what kind of person would I be taking advantage of a poor drunken mongrel?"

Lann yawned. "You are too good for this world."

Ekaterina leaned her chin over his shoulder, staring at the lizard eye. Even in the dim light, she was glowing like a rising sun.

He was so damn lucky. Pharasma could drag him anytime, and either he would crawl back to her.

Lann cupped her cheek and asked, “You’re so damn attractive. You know that right?”

Ekaterina turned her eyes away. It was adorable how she still wasn't used to his compliments.

“Oh thanks. It must be the halo.”

Lann laughed and kissed her forehead. Her brilliant forehead.

[another-heroine]

For Katya: 24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Edgy/Misc OC Ask

Ok, this one turned out bittersweet, but that's life lol Thanks for asking, Dujour, and for supporting me ;v;

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

She isn't sure if it would work, but maybe, if Katya didn't go far with her revolutionary friends and held Vanya down, begging him to not assault that White Witch's family, they could be alive. All of them, not only her.

And if they were all alive, she could stay in Irrisen, and they would be married by that time. But in the other hand, she knows very well how eager he was, and probably he would kiss her nose and call her silly.

Maybe in another lifetime they will be together. Hopefully, Lann and Kadira too, because her heart is big and warm enough for all of them.