Uhm Drunk Mhin Headcanons If Nobody Asked For It..(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Uhm drunk mhin headcanons if nobody asked for it..(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nobody has! Here ya go (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

TW: Alcohol (Obvi) Small note: I think it goes without saying, but this ain't romanticising addiction.

🕊 Whatever it is that got them drunk has to be strong.

🕊 Not because they handle alcohol well, no. Mainly because they're used to being hyper-aware of their surroundings and in control of their actions. 

🕊 They are quiet… until they aren’t

🕊 Their normally sharp senses are dulled, their movements clumsy and uncoordinated. They look slightly disheveled and dazed; the edges of their vision’s slightly blurry and their head is swimming.

🕊 *stare…*

🕊 Their glare shifts from cold to something slightly flustered and aloof.

🕊 And even pink flushes against their cheeks — it’s borderline adorable gqbuifcsgbfcu

🕊 They are so squishable

🕊 POUTY

🕊 Definitely more relaxed, easygoing and less threatening — perhaps to the point where they are willing to hold an almost normal conversation with Ais

🕊 If offered anything sketchy they’re give the other a deadpan look that morphs into annoyance.

🕊 They’re not that incapacitated, come on.

🕊 Even if they were, it’s highly unlikely to accept anything that’s not out of Kuras’ hand (force of habit strikes in)

🕊 The only difference would be them talking.

🕊 and I mean talking

🕊 no filter

🕊 Alchemical experiments, anatomy, cats, the stars, whatever’s interesting to them. You just have to smile and nod and they can go until the alcohol wears off or until they’re out cold.

🕊 If Vere tries to mock–flirt, they flirt back

🕊 and then they laugh

🕊 not just giggle, actually, truly laugh. With that beautiful, tinkly “jingle of fairy bells” laugh that rings through the silence.

🕊 Vere is left speechless

🕊 Everyone is stunned

🕊 “Alright, that’s enough drinks for you,” Mama hen Kuras has to intervene.

🕊 w h i n e y

🕊 “I’ll just… just one more? Please?”

🕊 I dare you to say no to those eyes

🕊 I dare you

🕊 Stronger people have been brought down by less

🕊 Next day they lay sprawled across the bed, a hell of a hangover pounding in their head.

🕊 “...I’m fine.”

🕊 They’re not