hey can we get headcanons for the girls and maybe donna for an s/o that doesn’t drink? (#sobergang) the girls’ whole livelihood is on the vineyards and wine business, so i feel like it’d be
“oh no thanks, I dont drink.”
“oh its okay there isnt any blood in this wine its safe for you :)”
“no… babe I dont drink”
:0 *shocked pikachu face*
and for donna im leaning into fanon she’s italian and wine is big in their culture
Absolutely! Awhh, our darling Donna in here, too! :)
Let’s get into it🙌
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Bela
Now, Bela is by far not an alcoholic
And despite how she practically worships her mother and attempts to be just like her, she doesn’t drink nearly as much wine as her
That being said, though, she drinks the most out of the three sisters
Unlike Cassandra and Daniela, she doesn’t drink it purely for the blood, either
She genuinely enjoys the taste of it
Her family being the one to produce the many different bottles and flavours of wine, she’s quite proud of their unique tastes, too
They have the sweetest of wines and those containing blood, rare, expensive wine and one that is more affordable, yet earns them a more stable income
At work, she usually has a glass of wine with her, tainted with blood
The blood helps her concentrate
The wine helps her keep her calm around the incapable fools around her
Mother wouldn’t approve if she slaughtered them all for their stupidity…
Another glass is served to her at breakfast, though it yet again serves rather to strengthen her, and as an alternative to drinking straight from someone’s neck
On some lucky days, you allow her to do just that, too though
To curl up with you, to mount you and grind down on you while she feeds, to moan at the delicious taste of your blood as it hits her throat
You feel dizzy each time, but never bad, and she always cares for you after
Lunch is shared by the two of you only
Sometimes in her office, at other times in her room or in the castle gardens, should the weather allow it
Today, you’re in luck
You sit out by the gardens, surrounded by the beautiful flowers and their refreshing smell
Bela has her usual glass of wine, whereas you occasionally sip from a glass of water- cleaner than all the water at the village, certainly- as you talk
You love this part of the day
You get to tell her about your day, she tells you of hers
It’s just the two of you, no worries can reach you
You watch as she drinks, still talking and telling her about a story you picked up among the maids today
Some newcomer or so, nothing too interesting to Bela, but you appreciate that she’s still listening to all the gossip you have to share with her
And even as you talk, your eyes are fixated upon her lips
The glass touches them gently, the soft things set on its rim as wine is poured into her mouth
Some escapes her and briefly passes her lips, but she pulls the glass away and her tongue darts out fast, catching the lost drop
You don’t even notice that you’ve been staring, nor that you’ve stopped talking
“Would you like some, draga?”, she asks, then, her arm outstretched so the half-drunken glass is right by your face
This close you can smell its sweetness
You almost chuckle. Bela has always liked sweet wine, the fruity flavor, the elegance of it
You shake your head at her offer, though
“Oh, no thank you, darling. I don’t drink”, you refuse politely
For a moment, she sends you a confused look
You watch her sniff the wine first, then take another sip, before the glass is held out for you again
“It’s the regular kind. I promise, there’s no blood in it”, she hums, then
You can’t help but chuckle lightly, even as you feel your face flush with warmth
You explain, you don’t drink
“At all?”, is her first reaction
You almost giggle again
For someone so smart, so experienced even, her question is adorably naive
Upon hearing your answer, she’s visibly shocked
She isn’t upset by any means, she’s just- surprised
Her family’s wine is a delicacy, especially in the village. A privilege. It’s very uncommon for someone to not jump at the opportunity to drink it
She sips from her glass again, and you practically see the gears turning in her head
She realises- she has never seen you drink any of her wine before, nor any other type of alcohol
When you pick up the conversation with more gossip around the castle, it’s like the entire interaction didn’t happen
You don’t bring it up again, nor does she
Still, the next day, at your lunch date, you notice she has a glass of wine, and a glass of water
With a smile, she offers it to you
“Would you like some, draga?”
You giggle. How could you refuse?
Cassandra
Cassandra isn’t the biggest fan of wine
Sure, she’ll have it, but it barely has any effect on her. She’s mostly in it for the blood
Sometimes, you find her drink wine randomly just like it’s water
She doesn’t seem to mind and it has no effect on her at all, aside from a small speed and strength boost the blood seems to offer her temporarily
Due to the fact she only drinks wine with blood in it, though, she has never offered you any
This changes when, one day, the two of you stop by the kitchens on the way to the basement
It’s not unusual by any means. Cassandra loves to pick up some snacks beforehand
Especially when she plans on taking you to her laboratory, her own little room in the castle’s basements
Sometimes, you allow her to take you out on a date there
While you occasionally hear a prisoner’s screams, the privacy the two of you share down there is beautiful
Her sisters can’t interrupt you, no worries can reach you
It’s her own little sanctuary, and she chooses to share it with you
It’s an honor
This time, she slips a bottle of wine with her, whereas you take some bread and the raw, chopped meat she likes so very much
And she does, popping one in her mouth every once in a while as she listens to you
She loves this!
Today, especially, as she sits as if enthralled, listening to you talk about blades and demonstrating their uses, counting the pros and cons to each
Clearly, the research you’ve done to impress her has paid off
You know, she’s considered getting a new blade after all, despite not being sure which one just yet
Your vast knowledge and list of swords, daggers, axes, maces, even bows has her intruiged
As she watches you, she takes a few sips from the wine bottle set on the table with you
She hums at the taste before popping another meat cube in her mouth
Not bad at all, certainly, though she finds it lacks the flavor of blood
As you keep talking, and she keeps drinking, she eventually offers the glass to you
You shake your head, getting out a quick “No thank you” before your rant about blades from medieval times continues on
She tilts her head a little at you
Waiting for you to finish your sentence, she holds up the wine glass again
“There’s no blood in it, I made sure”
Her sweetness strikes you for a moment. And still, it doesn’t quite tempt you into drinking
“Oh, I don’t drink”, you clarify instead
Her eyes are set on you
“At all?”, she asks
You nod
She shrugs, then; “Okay”
You watch her as she gets up wordlessly, setting the bottle aside by another table
She downs the glass in one go, then- to your surprise- retrieves water
Never have you seen her drink that before
When she sits again, she gestures for you to continue
Still, your rant is quickly interrupted by your giggles when she takes a sip
Her face turns sour, a mix of a frown and pout on it as she spits the water back in the glass and sticks her tongue out
“This has no flavor at all!”, she complains, throwing another meat cube in her mouth
You can’t help but laugh at her
Again, your rant it interrupted for a moment, and you laugh loudly when she swarms off and returns with the glass filled with fresh blood
To each their own, you suppose
Daniela
She likes to drink wine, really, having somewhat grown up with it
Ever since reaching a stage in her life in which she could control herself- her blood lust, her feelings, her emotions- easily, she was allowed to taste not only the blood of servants and prey, but also the finer taste of her family’s rich and infamous bottle: sanguis virginis
From then on, Daniela’s been somewhat addicted to the sweetness it adds to the blood
She wishes it wouldn’t come with the price of killing the blood’s host
You’d make such a fine bottle…
But even so, Daniela has appreciated the many flavors of the many different bottles of wine her family produces
While she never has too much-
not that it would matter, seeing as wine barely has any effect on her anyway
- she likes to sip from a glass of rich wine from time to time when she reads
She finds it gives her class, and keeps her throat nice, warm and most of all; not dry
You’re sure this prevents many from being slaughtered by her
This being said, Daniela is always quick to offer you a taste, too
She wants to share with you, after all
And still, she doesn’t feel upset when you decline her offer
Despite her rather energetic, delusional and eager personality, Daniela would never push you when you’re feeling uncomfortable about something
Besides, she isn’t overly in tune with what humans may and may not eat and drink
She trusts your judgement
More for her, she supposes
She never really paid much mind to it, to the fact you’re not drinking. Even she doesn’t drink when she isn’t in the mood for it
Then, one day, it seems it’s revealed to her
You’re in bed with her, curled up in the sheets together
Your neck is aching, throbbing where her sharp teeth dug in mere minutes ago
She’s licked all the blood from you and is now curled up at your side, clutching your arm
Her flies buzz calmly, so much so it nearly sounds like she’s purring contentedly
You feel so happy, so calm
And still, her wet lips and the memory of her drinking from you has you feel somewhat guilty
Her family’s business is wine..she likes wine…and yet you haven’t as much as tasted it once
And the worst of it, to you?
She doesn’t even know…
“Dani?”
She hums in return, but when no answer follows, sits up slightly to look at you, despite her comfortable place at your neck
You decide, if somewhat spontaneous, you must tell her
“I don’t drink”, you whisper
She frowns in confusion
Then, she giggles, her nose scrunching up so adorably, you can’t help but smile
“You can’t drink my blood, silly”, she giggles
You almost whimper. No, that wasn’t what you meant
“No, love”, you coo
You explain again, this time she seems to understand a
And yet- she doesn’t get angry at all, or sad. She simply doesn’t understand why it bothers you
“Don’t worry, Cassie doesn’t drink either!”, she insists
You wonder if she lies to make you feel better or because she genuinely believes her older sister doesn’t drink aside from the blood wine that strengthens them all
Either way, though, it can’t help but make you feel better
You squeeze her tight, chuckling when she buries her face back in your neck
You love her so incredibly much
Donna
You don’t see her drink much outside of mealtimes, really
Therefore, you wouldn’t call her much of a drinker, much less an alcoholic
Though, you know wine is a part of her culture and something she generally enjoys, given the right time and combination with something else
She loves her usual with her meals, or mixed into some of it
It’s somewhat rare she uses it in her cooking, though, often opting for having it herself only
If you didn’t know better, you’d think she knows you don’t drink and isn’t sure whether this applies to wine used in cooking, too
If only you knew..
Of course, she picked up on it early on
Being quiet and having quite many dolls set up to give her multiple perspectives, Donna is not only great at reading people, but is very perceptive too
Now, she doesn’t know for sure, of course
She only knows she hasn’t ever seen you drink before, at any occasion
At the same time you’ve never actively said a thing, and have never asked her not to drink
This leaves her a little confused, admittedly, but just in case, she doesn’t add any alcohol to your drinks or meals
You haven’t quite picked up on that yet, or at the very least haven’t connected the dots just yet
You feel a little nervous though, not drinking when you know she enjoys herself a glass-
or even two, if she’s in the right mood
- at dinner
Today, it’s no different, when the two of you sit comfortably at the dining table
With Angie off to the side playing with some of the other dolls, you at last have Donna all to herself
You grin happily as she talks, her voice raspy and quiet from her lack of use to it, but slowly becoming more confident each day
As she talks, she occasionally tips the glass of wine to her lips
You envy the drops of wine making their way past her soft, bitten lips and inside her mouth
The food the two of you share is warm and comforting
She talks of how it reminds her of home, and you can’t help but think how nice it is to share a home with her, now
To be her home
With her glass set back on the table, she reaches across to hold your hand
You feel her squeeze it and give her softer, skilled hand a gentle squeeze back
Her voice, though soft and low, catches you a little off guard
“There is something I have been wanting to ask you, fiore, if now is a good time?”
You hum, then nod at her, then, because you can’t help yourself, add a verbal answer as well
“Of course, my love”
She looks as though she’s pondering on how to phrase her upcoming question, her dark eye set on the table, then flickering back to your face
“I’ve been curious; do you not enjoy the wine I serve with the food? I assure you, it’s one of Alcina’s best, and I can assure you there’s no blood in it”
You’re not entirely sure what to say at first
“Well?”, Angie pipes in, her shrill voice a sharp contrast to Donna’s
You jump at her voice, then giggle a little when Donna gently shushes the doll
You know, she doesn’t mean to rush you. Her body language and silence imply patience
You automatically squeeze her hand again, feeling your body heat up a little
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy your wine or cooking!”, you quickly reassure her
Then, when no answer comes from her, you reveal;
“I just, don’t think”, you whisper
You don’t expect her to be mad. You know she wouldn’t, won’t, be
You just don’t want her to think you don’t like her wine, specifically
As always, she understands, though
She sends you a soft smile
“Would you like to try some juice, then? The berries from the garden will soon be ready for harvesting”
Your wide smile matches hers
“I would love that”
