#[ also. i'm trying to incorporate canon into convos ; if I have it wrong... the narrator can end me ]

[madamhatter]

act ???. backstage your name is….. silver tongue.

“Sion, Sion, Sion!” Scrawny legs and worn shoes chase after the quietly pacing figure of the Informant. Dandelions clumped in her hair, messy brown locks curled out and dancing in the sunlight, she couldn’t keep herself in one place as the older person’s walking was made her too anxious to keep still. 

“If I were to--” Numbers and confusing phrases are what she hears leaving from their mouth. It sounds too technical, too boring, too specific, to be about anything near by them. Bottom of their boot digs into the red soil, drawing out small lines and intersections as they continue in their plan.

“Si-on! Listen to me, please!” The young girl haughtily announces, balling her fists, tugging on Simeon’s jacket. Tiny hands were met with scarred hands greeting them, gently patting them, trying to ease their frustrations. Lilac pink eyes meet earthly brown eyes, two brows lowered from impatience and the other’s one brow raised in curiosity.

“What’s wrong, little one?” 

“I’m soooo bored!” 

“What am I to about that, lilita? What about your older brother and sister? Are they not wanting to play with you?” 

“Rosibel is too busy with that hot thing or something. Reuben, he thinks he’s too big to play with me--! I’m only 8! And he’s 10! And that’s dumb! I’m taller than him so I--”

“Alright, alright, enough.” Or, as her mother would say, tranquilate. “I suppose I can do something about that.” The way they rubbed their chin, eyes averting, already had the young girl staring widely, wandering what was in their head. 

“I could--” They wave their hand over their throat, quietly kneeling down to her height. An already pitched voice quickly deepened, a foreign rasp yet familiar softness coming from their mouth now. “Show you a world of possibilities of people you can meet.”   

They return to their feet, back straightening, a distant warmth in their eyes, almost as if possessed by another. “Why not a man whose been around the world before and knows all these places? He’s quite old, but, ‘Ah, maybe for you, I will tell you a story' because you always brought him strawberries you’ve stolen from your mother’s pantry.” 

“Don’t tell her--!”

“I won’t. I swore, I don’t forget.” Simeon sighs, clearing their throat. “Ah, but maybe this mischievous stranger the old man knows may consider it..! She’s a renowned thief,” they click their tongue, voice already sharpening and shrill, higher-pitched with the accent thicker than the previous. While the young girl couldn’t pinpoint it, it was most certainly Russian. “How do you convince her not to spill your secrets? Maybe her friend, the old man, can convince her.. But,” Simeon rolls their shoulders, shrugging, glancing away from her, “ ‘Should I really consider that? What do you have for me that I could eeveeer want?!’“ 

Simeon rocks on the balls of their feet, rubbing their chin. “Or, there’s always...” Their voice rolls into a hum, accent dissipating and taking on a sleepy tone. They shuffle to seat themselves on a nearby rock, legs crossed like a woman of proper with their posture reeking power all behind careful eyes. “The calculative detective who might take up on your case to figure out how to stop the thief. Though, you need to impress her, she has quite a reputation,” Simeon spoken this, almost like they were familiar with this story too many times, “but, she is remarkably considerate, if not aloof, if you’re able to step yourself up and come running to her door.”

“But, oh, oh....there’s always the valiant route. Not so deceptive, more so action-packed, honorable--” 

“The highly regarded and greatest defenders of the empire, you can seek them out..! You can hire a knight of the great Orden--” Their posture was striking stiff, disciplined, though their was certain passion in their voice. Lila’s brows furrowed, quickly patting Simeon’s abdomen, demanding attention.

“Sion! They don’t exist!” Lila interrupts. “So you would prefer a detective over a knight?” Simeon tilts their head. “You say people I can meet!” She clarifies and “Of course, of course--” they quietly nod. “....” “....” “But, wouldn’t it be cool?” They murmur under their breath. “They would have a stick u-” She was about to finish her sentence -- “Hey, hey! Don’t say that!” until Simeon quickly dissuaded her. “But you did before!” “Don’t repeat me!” “Why?” “Lila, ¿terminaste tus quehaceres?” “Mami--!” .... “SION, THAT’S NOT FUNNY.” “That was a little mean, I admit -- I’m sorry, it’s okay-”

It was only after moments of Lila sticking out her tongue, and Simeon returning the same childish act, that both erupted into euphoric laughter. Though, Simeon’s voice returned to normal, their laugher softer and quieter than the young girl’s, she was growing conscious of her own and covered her mouth.

But, of course, Simeon had spoken out, encouraging her: 

“You have a beautiful laugh. Don’t hide it, please!”

Two (2) HCs:

No matter how much Sophie embraces personas and taking on acting/being a different ‘person,’ the core of her being will always stand out. One of those traits being an innate love for children and always having a incredible soft spot for them. She will honestly make herself look silly and ruin any form of seriousness on her (or Simeon, in this case) to make them smile.  This also does mean that if you mess with children, you’re on her shit list. There isn’t any workaround this and this one way to actually see her mad. Her true anger works slowly, calculatingly, and coldly. She waits the best time to strike and she will not hesitate to mark you off a list to do in her daily schedule. ( read more on her anger here: x )

Sophie’s innate magic originates from her voice. The same way reality bends to her voice and how much everything is disposable at her command, her magic itself pretty much always 'on.’ Explaining her magic takes a while, so don’t expect to find out really what it can do here. (I just call it a ‘sophie can make everything fucky wucky on a bad day.’) However, we’re going to talk about the property that it is channeled through and one of her unique aspects. She is able to implement mimicry and change her voice freely when she properly trains herself (which she does in this verse). Control of magic (or general ‘self-control’ as a theme for her, including illusions) in pretty important and can also be reflected by another extension of her power (over here). She doesn’t need any formal command or spell to do this and can happen naturally (when thought of properly). 

NOTE:

I originally had Sophie/Simeon about to give an explanation and a ‘did you know fact’ comparing the warriors to roosters and Lila would’ve slapped her hands over their mouth. But, just know Simeon was ready to lecture.  ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡ I just want my baby to talk and fumble over her words in excitement and feeling comfortable to talk about her interests and passions. even if she can dumb of ass, stubborn of ass, she is soft of ass...a marshmellow, a marshmellow hedgehog....