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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : 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?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : 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?

👓 : 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?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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josslyndeclaire‌:

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 didn’t leave the de Claire household. But the latest one left people whispering.

Instead of thinking about her family’s misfortune, Josslyn switched her focus on Esker. “Oh, it’s alright, you have nothing to apologize for!” she waved it off with a kind smile. “There are indeed a lot of people every time I visit Destrier. I don’t expect you to know everyone by name. Really, it’s nothing.”

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. “I have no doubts,” Josslyn replied with a wide smile. “It’s quite exciting to see it for herself after reading about it,” she mused rather to herself than for Esker to hear and reply to it. “I’ve 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? It’s usually fun to watch.”

Courteous, quite naturally so; she’d 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. “I do appreciate the understanding, all the same.” 

“Awfully intelligent, it’s true. Not so clever as they might believe they are, but. That’s rather human of them, don’t you think?” Geban keened, as if in dismay, and Esker chuckled. “Oh, yes. He’s quite fond of cats. More of a challenge than dogs, I suppose...” They rounded another cobbled corner, rambling through the Aisle’s mismatched streets. “And you best believe their memory’s all that. Crows, they won’t just remember you. They’ll hold a bloody grudge. As long as they live.” Another thing they had in common. Not that the Lady de Claire had any need to fret about that. 

“Ah, but I do believe congratulations are in order, aren’t they?” He grinned, warmly, crutching along with this odd little cavalcade of theirs. “I’ve heard you’re to be married. To the Eagle Knight, no less.” The crow whistled, perhaps in approval. Or to be a dreadful brat. “An exciting time, isn’t it? Busy, too, I imagine...” Let her answer as she liked. Or not. He’d learn at least a little, either way. Such an unusual pair, those two...

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ezraigavilan‌:

“Where indeed,”  Ezrai muttered darkly.  He gave Esker a dry, wry look.  “It’s the Solis Kingsguard.”  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.  

But Ezrai’s first comment went further and deeper than his second generic knightly snobbery.  Because he agreed with what Vengel implied: that even if Solis Kingsguard were sloppy, no commoner rabble-rouser could’ve ever accomplished the execution of a King.  

Ezrai was more than positive that the rebels weren’t only commonfolk, but a blend of nobility and commoners, all united under one goal: kill the king.  So Ezrai spoke plainly, of things he believed Vengel already understood.  Honestly, sometimes it was just nice to say these things outloud, to someone like-minded.

(Not that Ezrai would ever admit that he was ‘like-minded’ in any way to Esker Vengel).  

“His people knew he was made a cuckold by the Queen of Solis.  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.  You know there’s been no news one way or the other about the Queen?” he glanced sidelong at Esker.  “Whether she’s in a gaol waiting her own death, whether she’s in hiding in the city, or escaped because…because she knew beforehand that this was going to happen.  Nothing, no news.”  

Another glance in Esker’s direction as Ezrai oh-so casually added,  “Unless you of course know something.  Given that you know so much, in many things.”

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 Farrah’s.  

“The Lady Josslyn is staffed in one of the healing tents,” he said, as blandly as he could.  He reached to his chest to scratch, before snatching his hand back down to clutch the reins.  “If you also managed to bring any of your apothecarian works for healing purposes, I’m sure she’d be delighted to see you, Vengel.”

He smiled, in a sudden moment of nostalgia, as Esker asked about eagles.  “Peregrines, mostly.  Eagles are common in my region of Acacia, but less easy to train.”   He laughed then, a genuine laugh when Vengel brought up all the colourful stories surrounding his crow.  

“You know if anyone could perform real true magic in this entire land, my bet would be on you.  And I’d burn you at the stake myself, for such dark practices.”  He pitched an eyebrow up, his expression merry and absolute at the same time.  He could joke about it because it wasn’t true; but if it were, the old knight wouldn’t hesitate to follow through on his threat.

“No, I cannot imagine that,”  Ezrai said, missing Vengel’s subtle point completely.  After all, a knight was a part of exactly what Vengel described.  But to Ezrai the monarchy’s 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.  

He fell silent, ruminating on what Vengel was saying.  All thoughts that Ezrai himself had, although they filtered in Ezrai’s mind in very different ways.  It was always gratifying to talk to Vengel, hear the barkeep’s point of view.  Esker Vengel was a highly intelligent individual, and although they rarely agreed on anything, that didn’t mean Ezrai dismissed Vengel’s opinions.

“I’d kill a king in the name of my King.  Or my Queen…” he murmured, the response easy and automatic.  “If those in charge of the rebellion conspired to kill for one unified reason, I believe that reason has splintered.  This is what happens when too many people lead.  Disagreements and clashes of opinion. Which is fine in the safety of a Royal Council Chamber during peacetime - but now?  I believe it’s eating the rebels from within.”

He chucked his chin at Esker.  “Take yourself, for example.  You are a leader in your own little kingdom, Vengel.  No, no - don’t try to deny it.  Your people look to you for guidance, some sort of order and organization is necessary.  That design must be disseminated and delegated from one person’s vision of order, two at most.  No more.”

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 wasn’t especially useful, or even interesting... the backbiting and gossip of the courtly set was at least amusing. Thought themselves so bloody fine and mannered, didn’t they? But wrap them around a goblet or two of wine, and all the petty sniping and bitterness would leak right out. Sometimes, it didn’t even take that much. Only a listening ear. Funny, wasn’t 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 could’ve played, in what unfolded. So many questions, yes. Esker merely nodded, thoughtfully. Well, not merely. Threw in his most enigmatic smile, for good measure. “I do try. There’s such a great deal to know, though. I’d be forgiven, surely, if a few things simply slipped my notice. Especially in such terrible times as this, when I’ve so much to keep in mind, already - how best to provide for my staff... my beasts...” with a loving pat to Zabetha’s shoulder, “and the rest of my business.” With a heavy sigh, Esker ducked under some passing fir boughs. What could a poor tavernkeeper do, really? 

What indeed. Without proper recompense. 

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 wasn’t 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. “Well, as I was only paid - a pittance, mind you - to ride over hill and dale by the dark of night to bring you steel...” Esker let that hang, a moment. Two. Three. “I thought I might as well try to make up my losses and pack a little something else along. I’ve a few things that might interest your Lady. Suppose I could spare a quick stop, before I return. I trust you’ll cover the cost of whatever she sees fit to purchase, now that you’re earning in proper knightly fashion.” Indeed. Discounts were for those who needed them, after all. 

Falcons. Not as impressive as an eagle, perhaps, but... easier to train, yes. “I’d imagine so. Proud birds, eagles.” 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 Esker’s temple. Cleverness, and affection. He gave the bird a ruffle, as they carried on their way. 

Burning him at the stake, well, well. Who said a knighthood knocked all the imagination out of your head? “Would you? Your very own self, hauling all that firewood? For me? I’m touched. Sounds wonderfully dramatic. Quite the story...” And yes, obviously he’d live to tell it himself. 

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. “Fair and fine enough. But. There’s a creature I’ve heard tell of - a snake, born with many heads. Now, with most of its kind, you’ve only the one set of fangs to worry about. One neck to aim for. As is the case, when your foe’s a king.” A fabulous tale, of course. With meaning in it, still. “If you were to face that other sort, though, with all its mouths and coils... doesn’t 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 you’d never suspect.” 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 he’d seen. But all Esker did was shrug, brushing that little fable away. “Anyway, Gavilan - all I’m saying is, this monster isn’t your usual sort. Dismiss it, and you might be the one who gets eaten alive.” 

Oh, look at that. Esker laughed, fully, as Ezrai drew up that particular comparison. Because it was laughable. Wasn’t it? “I won’t deny I lead.” There was no question of that. “But I’d never call it a kingdom. Kings, after all, only have to be born to earn the trust that - well, the trust that some place in them, anyway.” Not untrue. Couldn’t argue that, could he? Frankly, Esker was quite certain Gavilan could argue the sky’s 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 hadn’t known him before his exile. Which meant he didn’t truly know him now, restored to glory. How quickly, and wildly, the wheel of fate did turn...

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bardiisms‌:

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  :  d&d  classes  (  adapted  from  firstginger  )

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍  »  toothy  grins  ,  stories  around  the  campfire  ,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair  ,  hot  temper  ,  old  jeans  ,  heartbeat  in  head  ,  potatoes  and  steak  ,  beaded  jewelry  ,  bruises  like  galaxies  ,  mementos  ,  backpack  stuffed   full  ,  craigslist  furniture  ,  spontaneous  road  trips  ,  air  ripped  from  lungs

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃  »  homemade  bread  ,  white  lies  ,  easily excited  ,  trying on hats  ,  band  geek  ,  pep  talks  ,  no  impulse  control  ,  sunsets  ,  vintage  fashion  ,  long  showers  ,  selfies  ,  following  dreams  ,  rosy  cheeks  ,  song  mash  - ups  ,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila  ,  loves  easily  ,  animated  storyteller  ,  full  of  comebacks

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂  »  list  of  wishes  ,  biting  their  tongue  ,  band  -  aids  and  neosporin  ,  shoulder  to  cry  on  ,  morning  sun  ,  necklaces  ,  trial  and  error  ,  homemade  quilts  ,  formal  clothing  ,  astrology  fan  ,  messages  in  bottles  ,  pleated  braids  ,  speaking  up  for  friends  ,  feathers  ,  motivational  quotes  ,  vivid  dreams

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐃  »  bird  watching  ,  shy  kid  ,  wind  chimes  ,  trying  to  whistle  ,  summer  camp  ,  apple  orchards  ,  lost  in  their  head ,  glow  in  the  dark  stars  on  the  ceiling  ,  hoodies  ,  thrift  shopping  ,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk  ,  pig  latin  ,  bare  feet  ,  thunderstorms  ,  numb  fingers  ,  braided  hair  ,  naming  potted  plants

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑  »  goose  bumps  ,  leather  jackets  ,  adventure  ,  chewing  nails  ,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it  ,  bronze  locks  ,  no sleep  ,  taste  of  iron  ,  netflix  binges  ,  never  forgets ,  combat  boots  ,  stories  behind  scars  ,  table  for  one  ,  official  soundtracks  ,  sore calves  ,  trusts  themselves  the  most

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊  »  always  trying  to  be  better  ,  wanderlust ,  meditation  ,  sweat  pants  ,  old  photographs  ,  yoga  ,  sleeping  in  hammocks  ,  nostalgia  ,  minimalist  design  ,  breath  of  fresh  air  ,  baby  animals  ,  volunteering  ,  perfectionist  ,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion  ,  healthy  snacks  ,  noticing  the  little  things

𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍  »  school  uniforms  ,  thick  jackets  ,  sleeping  with  the  windows  open  ,  logical  advice  ,  scrapbooking  ,  compasses  ,  i  fight  for  my  friends  ,  sculpture  gardens  ,  cold  morning  air  ,  big  soul  ,  likes  routine  ,  secret  romantic  ,  last  to  get  jokes  ,  sunflowers  ,  practical  presents  ,  misty  weather

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  »  herbal  tea  ,  smell  of  rain  ,  blinking  away  tears  ,  camping  trips  ,  collecting  bones  ,  swiss  army  knives  ,  first  impressions  ,  anxious  thoughts  ,  bobby  pins  ,  burnt  marshmallows  ,  too  competitive  ,  clothes  lines  ,  messenger  bags  ,  holding  grudges  ,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄  »  flirtatious  sarcasm  ,  candid  photos  ,  lost  phone  chargers  ,  adrenaline  rush  ,  picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails  ,  social  chameleon  ,  clashing  clothes  ,  self  -  deprecating  jokes  ,  claw  machines  ,  sits  in  chairs  wrong  ,   smudged  eyeliner  ,  has  too  many  sunglasses  ,  eats  nothing  or  everything

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑  »  infectious  laugh  ,  family  trees  ,  shivers  down  their  spine  ,  lipstick  and  roses  ,  mood  swings  ,  clumsy  ,  believing  in  destiny  ,  high  expectations  ,  sleeping  in  darkness  ,  collection  of  nail  polish  ,  passionate  ,  good  grades  but  never  studies  ,  poetry  books  ,  blowing  kisses  ,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊  »  knowing  everyone’s  secrets  ,  backpack  covered  in  pins  ,  envy  ,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night  ,  earl  grey  ,  selective  memory  ,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids  ,  keysmashing  ,  need  to  know  basis  ,  can’t  cook  ,  bags  under  eyes  ,  experimental  art  ,  flickering  bulbs ,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃  »  piles  of  textbooks  ,  cat  in  lap  ,  keeping  a  diary  ,  indecisions  ,  scented  candles  ,  studying  alone  in  a  café  ,  lingering  touches  ,  museum  dates  ,  unanswered  questions  ,  taking  on  too  much  responsibility  ,  collections  ,  chalk dust  ,  comfy  robes  ,  unnecessary  apologies  ,  coming  home  after  a  long  day

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Josslyn, Josefin, Elena

“Oh, come off it. Elena’s practically a baby sister. Let’s see... well, I do faintly recall an occasion, or two, at least, where I’ve had to drag her to her own damn bed after she’s 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. 

I do stand by what I said, in her majesty’s case. Not that she needs a king, but that’s the idea - I really can’t think of anything I’d 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, wouldn’t 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.”

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"I think I know what to do with the daggers you gave me...xoxo - Iryana

“Sold you. For a fair and honest price. Please, don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. 

And, word to the wise, speaking of wrong ideas - really shouldn’t go around uttering threats in the general direction of a witch. Fortune frowns on that sort of thing. Dreadfully bad luck, in my experience.” 

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𝐵𝑒𝒹, 𝒲𝑒𝒹, 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 — Dominic, Ezrai, Kirian

“Quite certain I’m not the boy king’s type, so. Off with his head. Quite the fashion to be killing kings these days, isn’t it?

Afraid I’ll be keeping Ezrai, so far as likely husbands go. That Solgard - he’s 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.” 

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Bed, Wed, Behead: Iryana, Josefin, Ezrai

“I suppose the only sensible thing to do is behead Iryana. Of the three, she’s the most thoroughly mysterious element, at least for the time-being - and I don’t much like those. Nothing personal.

If she’d have me, I’d wed her majesty. At the very least, I’d be sparing her the scandals of another hapless husband. I know just what to do with my dirty laundry, thank you. 

That leaves Ezrai to bed, it seems. The old man could use a bit of loosening up, certainly… an ambitious project, but. Nothing I couldn’t manage, I think. Would be a service, really, to his intended - the poor thing, she shouldn’t have to weather the breaking-in.”

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Yourself, your crow, yo momma

“Well, we all should know how to romance ourselves, shouldn’t we? Self-love’s a precious thing. So I’ll bed myself, and make a real evening of it.

When it comes to weddings, haven’t you heard? Geban’s 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 don’t see how she’s 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.” 

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It’s 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 𝐵𝑒𝒹, 𝒲𝑒𝒹, 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹? Send me 3 names (on anon of off, doesn’t matter) and Josslyn will answer who she’d Bed, Wed and Behead.

Feel free to reblog this or make a post of your own and join me on this! <3

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loverebellady‌:

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. “Then let him way and get mother to entertain him, or marry him herself since she never shuts up about it.” If Kirian had been wise he wouldn’t 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. 

She was picking up some wood for the camp when she heard a man’s voice about selling swords and more. Iryana came to him and asked. “Do you have daggers? Or better yet, if I comission something to you, how soon can you get it done?”

Daggers. Weren’t exactly the stuff of full-blown warfare, but. Always wise to have a bit of back up. The lady who’d strolled his way, question at the ready, didn’t 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 Zab’s back. “I’ve a few. Didn’t seem to be such high demand, at present.” But, it never hurt to be prepared. 

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. “I’d take a commission, gladly, but...” Esker shrugged, with a grimace. It wasn’t even entirely put-on, for his customer’s benefit. “What with how the kingdoms have gone and requisitioned the forge, I can’t say when personal projects might get done.” Sliding a dirk free of its scabbard, Esker gave the weapon an easy flip, changing his grip to put the blade on proper display. “Would this suit you, in the meantime? I’ve others, if it’s not to your taste.” Such people as she seemed to be could fuss over that kind of thing, after all. Tastes.  

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Have you forgotten the face of your father?

“Wasn’t that memorable, honestly.” 

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Do you have any habits that you don't like?

“Well, if I didn’t like something, I wouldn’t make a habit of it. Would I? People are so dreadfully quick to hold this or that against themselves, it seems. Can’t say that’s a trouble of mine. Have to pity anyone suffering such an affliction - looks to be an awful and entire waste of energy. Personally, I’ve much better things to do. Even when I’m in the mood to piss a bit of time away. Don’t you? Doesn’t everyone?”

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What sort of thing would you feel the need to apologize for doing?

“Apologies aren’t a needy thing, are they? Can’t eat or breathe them, certainly. That, I’d say, makes them a choice. An apology you need to make - an apology you can’t survive not making, that is, by implication - isn’t much of an apology at all. Is it? 

Anyhow. As you meant it, then. I’ll tell you when I find out. Might be a hell of a wait. Don’t stay up for it.” 

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What keeps your hair so shiny and lustrous? Do you bottle and sell it?

“Magic, obviously. And no. Shocking, I’m sure, but - there are, in fact, some things that simply can’t be bought.”