summary: you had your struggles with understanding social cues, which the overblot boys challenge further as a sudden revelation brings to light their adoration of you.
pairings: overblots x gn! reader
cw: none that I can think of?
note: so this is based off of how I suck at reading social cues sometimes and I thought it would be cute to see how that would work with emotionally constipated characters ๐
wc: 4.5k (~600 words per character)
Master List
โฅ Riddle Rosehearts
This was a nightmare for any Heartslabyul student. You, who had trouble with social cues, taking jokes too seriously and sarcasm sometimes flying over your head, vs Riddle Rosehearts who was in vehement denial of his feelings for you. It was like watching a terrible rom com for everyone around you two. When Riddle blushed around you, you chalked it up to him being nervous (he was trying to better himself, so being nervous about taking new actions only made sense). When Riddle felt his heart pounding whenever you were around, he swept it as nerves being around a friend without feeling the need to control everything. In fact, you both were so bad, everyone gave up on their initial bet, as they started to believe neither of you would catch on. It wasnโt until nudges from your friends finally opened your eyes to the others behavior.ย
โRiddle always goes easy on you, itโs not fair,โ Ace would whine, falling backwards on your couch.ย
โNo he doesnโt?โ You frown, crossing your arms as you recalled the many lectures you have received from the red headed housewarden.ย
โWhen was the last time he beheaded you?โ Deuce asked, genuinely curious.
โIโm magicless,โ You raise an eyebrow. โIt would have no effect, so does it really matter?โ
โBut itโs uncomfortable,โ Ace points out, jabbing a finger at your chest as the duo try to break through your inability to connect to seemingly simple dots. โYou think heโd still gain some satisfaction from that.โ
You open your mouth to further plead your case, but you find yourself pausing, internally agreeing with Ace (not that youโd tell him that). The last time you had been beheaded was around the overblot, and since then it was just scoldings and lectures.ย
โAnd when your tie is crooked, he fixes it for you,โ Deuce chimes in.
โAnd when your hair is messy, he smooths it out,โ Ace tags along.
A dawning look of realization flashes across your face, and the duo eat it up. Finally, FINALLY you seem to notice that it does seem a bit unusual, that heโs not being his usual intense self, nor does he dote on anyone else like that.
A similar situation goes on with Riddle, Trey and Cater pointing out Riddleโs affection for you, but in more subtle ways.
โYou really care for them,โ Trey hums, mindlessly finishing his homework.ย
Riddle pauses his talk of how his day was, unknowingly rambling about you, and how you shaped it. His face flushes, but he does not reprimand his friend (progress), instead he contemplates the meaning.ย
โHaha, totes,โ Cater agrees, focusing more on his phone than the homework on his table. โItโs cute how you both are so oblivious to each other.โ
Riddle feels his blood pressure rising, and heโs unsure if itโs because they are talking to him so casually about his feelings that he totally doesnโt have, or if itโs because heโs flustered at how they nailed it right on the head.
โDonโt be presumptuous,โ Riddle huffs, double checking his homework to make sure itโs all accounted for and correct. โWe are good friends, nothing more and nothing less.โ
โYou double check their bag to make sure they have all their supplies accounted for,โ Trey mumbles mindlessly.
โAnd you donโt hesitate to give them something if they need it,โ Cater points out.
Riddleโs face was bright as a tomato as he clears his throats and excuses himself to his room.
While everyone thinks they finally won, that the torment would finally end, and you both will realize each other's feelings and mushy happiness ensuesโฆit only got worse. Every interaction becomes a guessing game of what the otherโs intentions are while trying to balance your own emotions, and the Heartslabyul students continue to suffer.
โฅ Leona Kingscholar
Oh boy, if Riddle and you are a nightmare for everyone around you, then Leona is your own personal nightmare. Every insult you took to heart, every swipe of his tail left you feeling like you did something wrong, and it got to the point that you tried to avoid the lion beastman altogether. You couldnโt annoy him if you werenโt around, right? Wrong. In fact, Ruggie had seeked you out because the prince was in a foul mood, and Ruggie swore it was due to your absence. You really couldnโt wrap your head around the hyenaโs logic, as Leona had been nothing but indifferent, if not displeased when you were around.ย
โHeโs always like that,โ Ruggie waved you off, dragging you to the botanical gardens where the prince laid. You swore he was lying though, as Leonaโs tail swished, ear twitching as you approached, and you felt way too overwhelmed. There was no way he wanted you nearby, you just couldnโt wrap your head around how he possibly likes your presence in any way possible. โHeโs bad at showing affectionโ Your inner Ruggie chimed, but you stood tensely anyways, unsure if you should stay or leave.ย
โWhat are you doing?โ Leona grumbled, one green eye opening lazily. You felt his stare penetrate into your soul, you swore he was glaring you down for intruding in his space.ย
โS-sorry,โ You nervously mumble, hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. โRuggie dragged me in here saying you wantedโฆcompany? But clearly he was wrong, sorry again.โ You decided to try and bolt, hoping the apology would satisfy the lion enough to distract him from your escape, only for a hand to grab your ankle.ย
Your heart beat erratically in your chest, head spinning as adrenaline fills your veins. You felt like you had just stepped into a horror movie called social anxiety and terrible life decisions (though being transported to some weird world was not your decision). Leonaโs claws briefly imprinted on your skin as he dragged you closer, nearly causing you to fall.
โShut up,โ He tsked, hand not letting you go (like he knew you were two seconds away from running for dear life). โCโmere, โm tired and I donโt wanna deal with this right now.โ
You blinked, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go, body tense with stress and uncertainty, head swiveling, like youโd surely find an escape somewhere. Instead of escape, perhaps hiding in your dorm room for the rest of the day to try and recuperate from this intense and scary experience, Leona seemed to have enough of your โobliviousnessโ, reached up, grabbed your shirt, and quite literally drag your standing frame to fall onto his which was laying on the ground. You nearly screamed as you careened towards his chest, your breath nearly leaving your lungs as the lion cushioned your fall, arms wrapping around your back as he closed his eyes.ย
You did not relax, if anything, your body turned into stone, holding your breath as you wondered who you pissed off in your past life to deal with this. You mustโve killed someone quite important.ย
โRelax,โ Leona sighed, his warm breath caressing your ear. โโM not gonna biteโฆunless you want me to.โ You did not relax for several more minutes, not until his breathing evened out and you were sure he was unconscious. You laid there, bones feeling like jelly as the adrenaline wore off, mind reeling with what the hell was currently happening.
Leonaโs mixed signals were quite literally your worst enemy in a world of magic, constant overblots, and a neglectful headmaster. You were never sure if the lion hated your guts, or if he secretly liked you? Leona hated how you couldnโt decipher his near impossible signs, wishing you could read his mind, not wanting to ruin his โimageโ in front of his dorm members. The only one having any hoot or holler would be Ruggie as you both awkwardly navigated around the other. Ironically, you both did fill the role of predator and prey perfectly.
โฅ Azul Ashengrotto
Ohhhhhhh boy. Azul absolutely has a hate love relationship with your inability to pick up on certain social cues. Some moments, you could read the room well, tell when someone was upset, or sad, or even so happy they were crying, other moments he wanted to slam his head against the wall as you took all his words to heart, even if he was trying to flirt or make a stupid joke. The twins made the situation ten times worse as they liked to mess with you.
โAzul mentioned that heโs quite tired today,โ Jade would hum innocently, fixing you a drink at the bar.
โOh, did something happen?โ You would ask, falling straight for the bait Jade laid out perfectly.
โYou could say so,โ Jadeโs grin widened, mischief and amusement swirling in his gaze. โSaid you kept him up all night.โ
Your brows furrow, unsure what the eel meant. You hadnโt texted (especially not called) anyone last night, too exhausted with all the socializing you had been doing and had some unwind time. So youโre not sure what you had done to keep the merman up the previous night.
โDid I do something?โ You asked, genuinely concerned if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you had done something offensive in their culture? Or insulted him unknowingly? (You werenโt proud to admit that you had done that before).ย
Instead of being helpful, kind, or friendly (things Jade were not known for), he merely shrugged, pushing you a drink and moving on to the next customer, an extra shine of glee in his eyes at your misery.ย
Floyd wasnโt much better.ย
โCan you both just get together already?โ Floyd whined, slumping in his seat across from you as you tried to focus on homework. Of course he ruined that.
โWhat?โ You questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. โWhat are you talking about?โ
โYou and Azul, duh,โ He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. You merely blinked, trying to connect whatever dots that Floyd just created.
โWhy would we be together?โ You ask, dropping your pencil, completely forgetting the frustrating work that was assigned (itโs not like you had the context to answer it anyways). โYou mean like dating?โ
โDUH,โ He groaned, like this was physically paining him. โWhat else? You both clearly like each other, just kiss and get over it already.โ It felt like your face was on fire as you tried to process whatever the hell he was spewing.
It honestly left you confused. You thought Azul was just being nice, a friend trying to make up for his transgressions against you and your friends (and sometimes you questioned his intentions as he had conned you before). Sure, sometimes he would say something that would fluster you, a compliment here, a light touch to your shoulder there (even you knew that was out of character for the reserved business man), but the twins had opened your mind to a whole other venture you hadnโt even thought about.
Azul noticed a change, not obvious, but you seemed to finally be taking in his advances. Your eyes would widen, like the dots were finally appearing in your head, sometimes it even seemed like you were looking at him in a new light altogether (cus you kind of wereโฆ). His fond frustration melted into excitement. Finally, what felt like stagnation started to gain traction, and it even emboldened him to up his moves, to make sure you couldnโt question his intentions. After all, if you struggled understanding what his gestures meant, then that meant he had to make sure that his intentions were obvious (maybe just communicate your feelings properlyโฆ).
โฅ Jamil Viper
Hahahaโฆso Jamil is kind of the embodiment of subtle care, especially when he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. At first itโs in ways you donโt notice. How his eyes trail after you, making sure youโre okay. The way he eyes your meals, always cataloging how unhealthy they are, noting how you shiver during a chilly day only in a short sleeve shirt, or how you always seem exhausted even if you got a full night's sleep (which can be rare with the aduo around).ย
Jamil tries to shove these mental notes to the side. Itโs not like he has the time to take care of anyone else with Kalim running around, you are your own person after all. Yet he strangely found himself with an extra portion of the lunch he prepared, shoving it towards you without thought (too much thought actually), or how he shrugs of his sweater (his safe space really), and tosses it towards you as the chill seeps into him instead, or how he picks up any slack, talking to your friends when you couldnโt keep up, or walking you to your dorm early as he makes up excuses to get you in the comfort of your own place.ย
At first you didnโt notice, thinking he was being kind, or perhaps even feeling forced to because Kalim asked him to, but that changed when he excused you from Kalimโs party. The people surrounding you had you feeling like a zombie as you tried to hide in a corner, eating some snacks as you held a drink, hoping the walls would encapsulate you. Kalim had begged you to come, which was why you were there, but it ended up just like you expected. Jamil noticed, as he always does, and offered to walk you back to your dorm, a routine you started to expect. Of course, Kalim had blocked your escape, a pout with big watery eyes tugging on your heartstrings. Before you could give in, zone out for another hour and ponder why you hate yourself, Jamil cut in.
โThe prefect is tired,โ Jamil points out, and you wonder if itโs that obvious.ย
After this moment, you began to notice the subtleties. Perhaps not all at once, but even you couldnโt deny how Jamil didnโt treat anyone else the way he treated you. You werenโt sure if it was anything beyond friendly, but you noticed that he seemed to care for you in a way that he didnโt for anyone else, and it was something you cherished. In fact, you both fell into a weirdly domestic relationship that never dared to press against the walls of friendshipโฆthat was until Jamil himself slipped up (something he never does, mind youโฆhe is quite whipped).ย
โYouโre way too kind to me,โ You couldnโt help but grumble as you accepted the week's worth of breakfast and dinners Jamil had prepared for you (you were quite bad at making those).ย
โItโs nothing,โ The vice-housewarden waved off, a faint blush coating his tan cheeks.ย
โSeriously,โ You donโt drop it, too moved by his kindness towards you. โNo one has ever done anything like this for me before, you always make sure to make meals with textures I like, altering things to avoid foods I donโt like, and not to mention how you portion them to my exact liking! I feel like I donโt do enough to make up for all the work you put into me.โ
Jamilโs brows furrowed, both bashful at your acknowledgement of his work, while also upset at your self admonishment.
โYou donโt have to do anything,โ Jamil shakes his head. โI do it because I want to. Trust me, Iโd go crazy if I didnโt do this, who knows what youโd be eating otherwise.โ
Your heart stuttered at his admission, the revelation of how deep his care ran for you striking you somewhere soft and gooey. It was only then when the question of whether Jamil liked you romantically dared to breach your brain.
โฅ Vil Schoenheit
Vil wasnโt one to coddle anyone, not that you needed coddling, but this meant that his standoffish attitude would not be diluted. Vil isnโt nearly as bad as Leona, but his actions still managed to confuse you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, a notion you could understand. You could be reserved most times, quiet, almost like a shadow. The complete opposite of glitz and glam that was Vil Schoenheitโฆyet that seems to pull him in all the more. He would critique your uniform, comment on how it was too big in some place, yet somehow too small in others. In fact, you thought he was lowkey bullying you at first, always picking you apart, making you feel small and unwantedโฆonly to piece you back together.
Heโd personally tailor your uniform, grumbling about how โyou canโt trust anyone to do things right these daysโ. Heโd fix your hairstyle, explaining how the few trims, or complete makeover fits your face better, how the framing of a few pieces can make or break your beauty. Beneath the harshness, you learned to decipher that this was his way of caring (even if it could be quite shitty sometimes). And to say Vil didnโt notice how his comments hit you would be an insult to his social training. Of course he noticed the way you seemed to shut down after a particularly harsh comment from him, which made him shift tactics.
Instead of scolding you, or pointing out something he deemed atrocious, he merely fixed it instead, and you let him. You didnโt have time to get dressed properly? Itโs fine, heโs fixing the wrinkles and crookedness for you. You didnโt style your hair properly? Thereโs a few minutes to spare before class, heโs dragging you to the nearest mirror as he styles it himself. You didnโt pack a proper lunch? Donโt worry, prefect, he happened to bring extra.ย
At first youโre not sure how to take in the change. You feel like itโs some elaborate prank show, the cameras hiding in the corners (there arenโt any, but Rook sure is). Yet the longer this behavior goes on, you learn to accept it, and you even like it (which you find oddly strange yourself). You hadnโt been cared for like this before, and especially not in this world, so you found yourself eating up the affection.
โThe love that blooms between Roi du Poison and Trickster is magnifique!โ Rook bellows, hand clutched over his heart as he dramatically swoons.ย
You had grown used to his exclamations of passion and love, so you simply deadpan at the hunter.
โWhat are you even talking about?โ You question, face scrunching at his claims.ย
It was quite comical actually, as Vil was currently applying a brand new lotion he had helped create himself to your arms, and you had the audacity to be confused (I would be too though so I canโt rag on the reader too much).ย
โIgnore him,โ Vil mumbles, focused intensely on how your skin was much softer with his care and how he was going to keep it that way. โHe likes to spout nonsense all the time.โ
โBut is it nonsense when the Queen deems the Trickster important enough to care for himself?โ Rook asks, head tilting as his grin widens. โI have not seen you spoil anyone so, Roi du Poison.โ
Vilโs face flattens, his usual humoring of Rook evaporating quickly (he didnโt want to be ratted out like this). Yet it was too late, as your mouth opened in recognition of Rookโs words. He had a point, you had seen Epel get scolded mercilessly and then forced into punishment many times by Vil, yet if you do something similar, you get a light slap on the wrist before he drags you along, your punishment usually pertaining him taking care of you in one way or another. You werenโt sure why it didnโt click before, but now you couldnโt help but second guess all of Vilโs intentions, and what that means for your future.
โฅ Idia Shroud
Idia wasโฆhard to get to know. You tried being friendly, yet he would shut you out. You tried to invite him out, but he would deflect. You tried parallel play, yet you couldnโt help but notice how he glanced at you like you were a starved tiger and he was the closest meal available. Bummed that you werenโt getting anywhere, you also didnโt want to make the blue-flammed hair man uncomfortable, which meant leaving him alone. It saddened you, but you knew you couldnโt make friends with everyone.
Little did you know, you had it completely backwards. Idia was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were similar to him in a way, which made him rethink his entire life. You tended to be quiet, speaking when you were spoken to and falling into the shadows, yet you werenโt like him at all. You had friends, you smiled and talked freely about topics you were passionate about, and even stood up when needed.ย
Yet, worst of allโฆyou were terrible at some social cues. He even found it amusing at times, cackling when you took a joke at face value or when you looked confused when someone said something sarcastically, only to get it a few seconds too late. You didnโt know this, of course. He rarely left his room, and he found himself stalking Grim more often than he could count, which meant you were there too.ย
If it were up to him, you would never know, and things would stay exactly as they were. Him in his room alone and you none the wiser to his stalking, yearning, observations. Of course, his dear little brother would never leave it at that, taking in his brotherโs infatuation, liking towards you. Which leads to a various amount of goofy, yet terrifying situations. Such as Ortho inviting you to his room without him knowing, and making the most unsevenly sound ever when he got jumpscared by you. Or how he almost bolted the second he saw you at the board gameโs club, only for Ortho to block his exit (he nearly jumped out the window at your smile).ย
And gosh, he couldnโt get over how oblivious you could be sometimes, your comments making him feel like a warm, gooey mess, and you were completely unaffected! It really wasnโt fair. You made it look so easy, and he wishes he could complement you as easily (little did he know, you struggled with it as well, you were just better at hiding it).ย
โYou have really cool hair,โ You compliment, eyes wide with wonder.ย
Idia could only stare, hair tinting pink along with his pale cheeks as he internally shut down.ย
โSorry, was that weird?โ You ask as Idia continues to stare at you with the blankest eyes known to man, causing you to second guess yourself. Was that weird of you to say? Perhaps you werenโt supposed to mention his hair at all? Did you make him self conscious?
โN-not at all,โ Was all he could stutter, eyes averting to anything but you.
It wasnโt until Idia started to text you that you realized you had things backwards. Sure, in person you both were awkward and unsure, perpetually questioning all your actions, while online things flowed more smoothly. Sure, you would take a few minutes, up to a few hours to respond, but Idia was busy with his games anyways, so he didnโt mind (sometimes he did, but he would do the same thing so he understood). He also talked more freely, rambling about his passions and eager for your approval. It wasnโt till one fatal text, that you realized he may have liked you more than just a friend.
Ugh, you canโt be srs
Ur lit too cute for this world
He deleted it as quickly as he sent it, but it was too late. You were already spiraling.
โฅ Malleus Draconia
Ha. Hahahahaha. So, take the โyou donโt know youโre betrothedโ trope, and multiply it by 10. Jkโฆkinda. So in reality, you both are kind of bad at social cues. Itโs mutual. You both are quite slow to unravel any feelings. In fact, you both bond at how similar your social experiences are. Both used to people tuning out your passionate rants about the topics you loved, so you learned to keep it to yourself (until you met each other). Or how you both can be awkward in social situations, unsure what to say at certain moments and look towards the other for reassurance.ย
In fact, this was what caused Malleus to cherish you so. Not only were you patient and understanding, but you understood, to a certain degree. It caused the dragon to latch onto you, wishing to show you his gratitude for your friendship. You were in a similar boat. If you were exhausted from existing in the world, you knew Malleus would bring you somewhere quiet, somewhere no one could reach you if you did not wish. He would do things for you that you werenโt used to, and cared for you in ways that warmed you. After feeling alienated, Malleus was a person who showed you you werenโt alone.ย
Due to it being a relationship you both feared to lose, neither of you thought of anything more. Why should you question something that worked so well? Something that neither of you had to think twice about? Something that came as easily as breathing?ย
โAnother gift?โ Lilia chimes, hanging in front of Malleus upside down, amused grin tugging on his lips.ย
โThey mentioned wanting this,โ Malleus replies, like the thought of you wanting something was irrevocably wrong, and he himself will fix it.ย
โIf I didnโt know better, Iโd think youโre courting them,โ The bat fae hummed, eyes crinkling with joy. Malleus blinked, brain working overtime, because Lilia had a point. Malleusโ love for you was as deep as a never ending void, he would do anything in his power to make you happy, and all he wanted in return was your smile aimed towards him (though he also finds your bashfulness adorable).ย
It was then that Malleus went from friendship mode, to courting mode. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware. I mean why should you have thought differently? He treated you no differently than before, it was only his intentions that switched. Of course, this only amused Lilia all the more, after all, who doesnโt love to watch young love bloom? (Sebek)
โAt this rate, youโre gonna become fae royalty,โ Ace grumbles, eyeing yet another gift that appeared in your dorm.ย
โHow in the world would I do that?โ You asked, genuinely confused. Malleus was one of your closest friends, sure, but in order to become royalty that would mean marrying him, and you doubt the dragon fae saw you in such a light.
โYouโre basically drowning in jewels!โ Ace exclaims, pointing out the jewelry that adorned you. Your face flushes at the implication, and the creeping dread of the possibility of Ace having a point.
โMal said he had extraโฆโ Even your defence sounds pathetic.ย
โYou even have nicknames for each other,โ Deuce points out.
โI have nicknames for you too,โ You glare. โDumb and dumber.โ
Your deflection does nothing as the two continue to tease you relentlessly for how unaware you were about something so โobviousโ (it really wasnโt but okay). The next time Malleus treats you to something, whether it be a fancy dish catered to your liking, an outing you mentioned you wanted to do, or another โsmallโ gift he just stumbled upon, you canโt help but notice the hearts in his eyes as he awaits your reaction, and itโs only then do you realize youโre doomed.
hc request: M6 with a Drunk!MC. pleak pleak pleak pleak!
Heyo! Thanks for the wait! Enjoy ~~
The Arcana Headcanons ใDrunk MCใ
Asra
Asra is definitely conscious of your well-being. Heโs not trying to pull any moves or take advantage of your possible lack of inhibitions, but that doesnโt mean theyโre not having fun.ย
โWould you like to play a game?โ he asks.ย
โWhat kind of game?โ you slur.
โWeโll both say a word, then we have to think of a new word based on them. We say it at the same time, and we canโt give hints about it. We win when we finally say the same word, does that make sense?โ
You straighten with a slight sway - eyes excited.ย
โYes!โย
โWeโll say it on โthreeโ. Ready? One, two, three.โ
โHouse!โ
โRaccoon!โ
โRaccoon and houseโฆโ Asra hums thoughtfully. You waggle your shoulders playfully.ย
โI already got mine,โ you taunt. โItโs sooo obvious.โ
โIs it, now? All right, one, two, threeโฆโ
โDen.โ
โCat!โ
โCat?โ he scoffs. โWhere in the world did you get that?โ
โCats are house raccoons, Asra! How do you not know that?โ
With a hand against his belly, Asraโs cackling until sunrise, or at least until you fall asleep. If youโre too cute to disturb, theyโll leave you at peace in his lap. However, they'd much rather you rest in the comfort of your own bed, because given some of the words you came up with later, youโre going to have a nasty hangover in the morning.ย
Julian
For once in his life, Julian is thankful for his liquor tolerance. Sure, that came at the cost of keeling himself over more times than he can count, and given his profession, he knows that his liver is as shriveled as a raisinโฆ. Still, if it means heโs able to piggyback you home after a date at the Raven, then it was a liver well spent.ย
โSing to me, Ilya,โ you mumble.
โWhat do you fancy, my love?โ
โAnything. You always sound good.โ
He chuckles. While forever a gentleman, there is one thing Julian will pester you about until his head hits the grave, and that is to get you to sing.ย
โHow about a duet, darling? Two are always better than one.โ
If you refuse, thatโs fine. Heโll happily offer a melody to the moon on your behalf. However, if you oblige, he himself is over the moon. How many times has he wandered this same path home, drunk and alone, with a bitter tune on his lips? Now, to hear a sweet voice beside him is such a magnificent transformation - even if the voice is a tad slurred by the bitters.
Nadia
Once the fun was done, she plopped you in a bath, slathered you in tinctures and lotions, and tucked you into bed with some water. She knows youโll thank her in the morning.ย
If you knock out immediately, sheโll blow out the candle and follow suit. If not, sheโll indulge in some shenanigans, as she would have already been a bit disheartened to have missed out on the drink. This is a prime opportunity to make up for lost time. The adventure just needs to stay in the confines of the bedroom.
โWe canโt have you wandering the halls like a ghost. Weโve had enough of that, havenโt we?โ
Nadia never needs fashion advice, but thereโs something about the ones you offer while tipsy that are the most amusing - as well as the most honest. Thereโs always some magnanimous event plastered somewhere onto her calendar, and nowโs a perfect time to pick a dress.
โIโm experimenting with colors. Howโs this green?โ
โMmm,โ you mumble while shifting your head side-to-side. โNah, youโd look like a booger. Try that purple-pinky one.โ
โFuchsia, darling, but thank you. I knew I could count on you.โ
Muriel
The most interaction Muriel has had with drunks was with Lucio or the Coliseum patrons. Both were obnoxious, and neither enticed him towards liquor. Heโs a bit put off the first time you get a tipsy, until he realizes that you are in no way like his previous harassers.ย
โAbracadabra!โ
โWhat are you doing?โ he asks, eyebrows quirked in amusement. Heโs found you squat outside of the coops with your hands casting spells in the air.ย
โI need an egg. Iโm hungry.โ
โSo youโre using magic?โ
โWhatโs the point of having magic if I canโt even make an egg?โ
โWell, whatโs the point of having me if I canโt make one for you?โ
Heโs hauling you over his shoulders and marching you back into the hut. Heโs playing grouchy, but your chirps of laughter have a blush creeping down his chest. Youโre getting sat down for food and water, and he may try to convince you to sleep it off. However, heโs not trying that hard. Admittedly, youโre adorable and much like a toddler whoโs discovering how to use their words and limbs for the first time. This is his favorite TV show.
Portia
Portia knows her way around a drunken sailor or two. Sheโs had to wrestle her fair share of shipmates into their beds with a bowl of soup to follow. Sheโs doing the same for you, except youโre not a salty, smelly sailor and much more kissable.ย
โPay the toll,โ she says, tapping her cheek. You oblige with a kiss, and she obliges with another slice of bread.ย
โI didnโt know it was so expensive around these parts.โ
โIโm the best of the best, didnโt you know?โ She winks. โIt donโt come cheap.โ
โHow much would it cost for a slice of cake?โ
โHmmm,โ she hums playfully. โDepends - do you want a strawberry on top?โ
โAlways.โ
Sheโs going to run your wallet dry, but youโre not totally getting swindled out of kisses. When you wake up, youโre as right as rain. Whatever she gave you the night before completely chased away the hangover. It seems Portiaโs got a magic of her own.ย
Lucio
Lucio is absolutely taking advantage of this situation, but itโs not dubious (surprisinglyโฆ). This is just his chance to have some fun that you would never allow.
โDo you trust me?โ he asks, holding out his hand. For once, you take it.
Youโre off into the night. Where your footsteps falter, heโs there to catch you. Higher and higher, you climb into the sultry Vesuvian night until you're quite literally on top of a roof.
โLucio, whose roof is this?โ
โSheesh, I dunno. I didnโt build the place.โ He nestles down and secures you beside him. โBesides, no one owns the sunrise, and thatโs what we came here to see.โ
It is beautiful. Despite all the years living in Vesuvia, Lucio has managed to find a sunrise that pales each and every one youโve seen.ย
โItโs all about the way the light hits the water,โ he says, pointing out to the horizon. โThis is one of the only places youโll see it.โ
Here, heโll enjoy the silence with you, and preferably, heโll try to get you to sleep. It was no easy feat dragging a drunk to these heights, and he knows he gave you none of the things your body needs to recover the night.
โBut I did give you a memory, and a good one at that,โ he whispers, holding you close. โI donโt offer many of those, you know.โ
we have as a soceity stopped talking about the arcana and i feel like the world started going to shit after that so maybe we should bring up the arcana
