Headcanons of Muses

ArabiaKnight · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ArabiaKnight** on Thu Feb 25, 2016 1:34 am

While waiting for posts, here's a Headcanon Thread. Here, you may write on your character's past experiences- with past Card Holders, vague memories, traumatizing experiences, you choose. Let your creative juices flow and become familiar with your muse until you can imagine them sitting across from you and telling you the tale themself over a beverage or two. Posting is not required.

Enjoy!

Rules of Use
*Less Than 500 Words Per Post*
*You May Create Multiple Parts Of A Single Story*
*It Must Be in the Point of View of Your Characters*
*If You Want Your Character To Have A Connection With Someone From the Other Kingdom, This Connection Must Be Indirect*

ArabiaKnight · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ArabiaKnight** on Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:28 pm

Kingdom of Wands: Sable
Servius Lane ~ 2 Days Before

His door was locked.

Dark and stuffy, he did nothing to fix the environment that brought his body such turmoil. Lungs struggled for breath. Eyes struggled for sight. Ears struggled for noises other than that of his rapidly pounding heart that roared against his near deaf eardrums from the silence. His eyes closed- then again, were they really open? Unlikely. His lips pressed together, dry and cracking against the arid air filling the confined room, refusing to call out. He had to remain inside. He had no other control than to remain in this room, rooted to the ground and away from the people outside his walls.

His Discord was running wild.

Servius tried to grasp onto the last moment he saw, touched, noticed, or spoke with her. He wondered about what he did wrong and what he could have and should have done right…

The top Physicians, MagE teachers, hell, even Card Holders said it. It was all in his head. He had to get a grip on himself.

”Lane, you shouldn’t cling so much!” She laughed. “I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

She did leave. Every time a blossom emerged from her crown and disappeared into a concoction to heal, she approached death a moment faster. She walked towards death. She did not fear it. Did not mourn it.

”The dead stay dead, Lane. We have to keep moving.”

Everyone in this accursed kingdom carried that attitude. Too concentrated on working to care. Too passionate to take a step back. Even her… Possibly even him.

With uneven breath, he opened his eyes, demanding his Discord to fall under his command once more. There was reluctance. Then there was submission. He sighed as he felt the magic seep back into him before standing, rolling his shoulder. His eyes stared darkly at the door, Danger Sensor going on haywire. He hmphed, knowing well off this time it was definitely from him and any being approaching the door when he did. With stoic steps, he approached the door and threw it open, light blinding him from days in darkness. A hiss escaped him, Discord slipping ever so slightly. Dark eyes met dark eyes in the hall.

After the fight had finished, Servius squatted and examined the messenger who was currently kissing the floor. “Don’t pick fights with me. What the fuck do you want?” His voice carried a soreness to it- the raspiness of misuse and silence. The messenger muttered some profanity at him before reaching into his jacket tiredly and tossing out a letter. He took it, staring at the elaborate design of the seal alone. “So. The King sent for me.” ‘Of course. I’ve been doing nothing but mourning these last few days anyway.’ “If you get there before me, tell her I’m on my way.” Servius turned on his heel, making his way to the unknown without a word.

Headcanons of Muses

a part of “In The Name of Evil Eye”, a fictional universe by ArabiaKnight.

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