26, female, Russian. Quiet Resident Evil fan, amateur photographer and part-time snakecharmer. This is my photo tag. Welcome.
Sorry, gals, I won’t be on tinychat today. Caught a nasty flu and gonna sleep through the day.
Gals? I feel like pouring some RP clockwork love on you.
i am all for headcanon but i really think a lot of people don’t understand what the actual meaning of headcanon is.
headcanon is not ‘i don’t like this part of canon. in my opinion it should be different so i’m just going to replace it with what I think it should be’.
headcanon is ‘canon has never specified/is ambiguous about this specific thing, so i’m going to fill in the gap with my own reasonable guesses’.
December 24, 1914
"And this is my younger sister," Ned says in heavily accented French. He pulls out the photograph and shows it to him. Lyanna is smiling, her hair done up in a bob. The photograph had been taken in Berlin just before they had declared war, right when her engagement to Robert had been announced. She was smiling a coy smile—the sort of smile that meant she was definitely hiding something.
The Frenchman smiles.
"She is beautiful," he says. "Very pretty." He rolls his rs the way many did in the South of France. Ned wonders where he hails from. "This is my sister. My Elia." He produces a photograph. Elia is pretty as well. She has the same olive skin as the Frenchman, and the quiet sort of strength that Ned’s own mother had had.
"Lovely," he replies. "Very lovely."
The soldier smiles down at the photograph before tucking it away again. Then he reaches for the bottle of champagne he and his compatriots had brought out into No Man’s Land. ”You want some?”
The man pours some of the champagne into Ned’s empty canteen, before raising the bottle. There is something empty in his expression as he does so, something sad and hard, and even before he says the words, Ned remembers that the day after tomorrow, they will be firing on one another again.
Gals, if you want to chat or RP, i’m all here.