[You send a word or phrase or anything at all, really, and I have to give you a headcanon that has to do with whatever was it that you sent me.]
“Ince. That’s a very lovely name,” Nina said softly. “This feather is for you then little Ince. It matches your eyes,” she blinked back tears from her own bi-colored eyes. The smile on this little one as he played with her feathers was comforting.
Everyone seemed to love her feathers, even if she had ripped half of them out in a fit. Certainly she was a sight right now. No wonder Ince had hidden from her, she must look like the undead, dried blood on half her scalp, bits of missing hair and feathers. Thankfully children were more prone to letting curiosity over come fear. “Where are your parents Ince? You’re mighty young to be wandering about on your own.”
She didn’t reach out, not yet. That might spook him still, she would let him initiate their interactions. For now she just stayed still, holding out the blue-black feather.
“Wahh~ Thank you!” Ince beamed, bouncing up and down a bit in excitement, it wasn’t often that he got presents, so the feathers came as not only a surprise, but a bright source of happiness. They also proved that this woman was nothing like the ones he had known in his past, who would refuse to feed, beat and burn him simply for being different, no, this one seemed kind.
“Pa-wents?” he mumbled, still quite enamored with the feathers. The word was one he had still not learned, and this did not understand, but as he turned his large eyes up to question what it meant, Ince noticed for the first times the woman’s disheveled appearance. Mouth falling open, and small fingers released the feathers, only to gently reach up and touch the woman’s cheek, “Is you hurt” he asked gently, large black ears folding back in worry.
(Source: tinyforksandknives)
Quiet moments when no one is looking.( C x S )
- puerdemon started following you
“Uuuuoo, hewwo”
The raver looked over her shoulder at the strange little cat child that was peering up at her.
“Oh, hello little one,” she smiled, although the expression lacked her usual enthusiasm. Nina crouched on the ground, reaching into her bag and pulled out a very large, blue-black feather and offered it out to the child. Just because she was distraught and possibly not in touch with reality at the moment was no reason for rudeness. Even if this child was a figment of her imagination. ”My name is Nina, what is yours?”
Gasping silently, the incubus hybrid hid behind a wall as the woman turned to speak to him, only just peaking out from his hiding place after she crouched. It was not in his nature to trust women, his eyes grew a wide at the sight of the colorful feathers. Glancing up from the decorations, the boy carefully watched her expression, attempting to determine whether or not she would harm him. Though it didn’t take long for curiosity to overcome his instinctive fear, driving the incubus forward, his tail swishing nervously as he reached for the feathers, a small grin lighting his features at the feel of them, “Nina?” he questioned softly, casting his blue eyes up to hers, “I Ince.”
Ince isn’t a very talkative person, or rather, he simply doesn’t know enough words to talk in full sentences. As he gets older, he’ll of course learn more, but he will always be generally quiet and shy, only really able to talk to those he’s comfortable around, like Gwen and Lucas.
- sebastianmichaelis1214 started following you
“Papa!” the hybrid exclaimed rushing forward and giving the man a wide eyed, happy stare.
