Canon era, huh? Oh gosh. I never feel quite smart enough to talk about them in canon era, because I feel like there are so many Romantic things that I don’t know about? BUT I WILL GIVE IT A GO. ^_^
- How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?
- What non sexual activities do they like to do together?
I imagine they see a lot of theatre. And visit all the best salons in Paris – not necessarily the most fashionable, but the ones with the best wine, the best company, and the crowd most likely to explode into poetry or revolutionary fervor (and depending on the mind-altering substance of the night, that could really go either way).
- Who does chores around the house?
Bahorel. Prouvaire has a bit of trouble pulling his head out of the ether and into practical pursuits. ^_^
…neither. Fortunately, Bahorel knows all the best places to go in Paris including all the best places to get yourself fed without risking poisoning yourself or burning your rooms down. (…don’t ask. Really. The curtains haven’t smelled the same since. O_o;;;)
- Who’s the funniest drunk?
Probably Prouvaire, but not because he’s actually funny. Prouvaire normally is a bit maudlin and leans heavily towards the Romantic, but Prouvaire drunk is… maudlin about the most innocuous things; things that are decidedly UN-Romantic. For example, he’ll wax poetic for hours about dandelion fluff and how it resembles a kitten’s tail, and treat the topic with the seriousness devoted to talk of death. Bahorel finds it adorable and refuses to let anyone tease him for it.
Well… if we’re in CANON… TT^TT
BUT LET’S SAY THAT THING THAT HAPPENS AT THE END DOESN’T HAPPEN AND THEY BOTH LIVE TO 120.
Then, YES. They absolutely have kids. And grandkids. And great-grandkids. They adopt so many orphans and Bahorel, especially, never seems to have fewer than two hanging off him at any given time. Their home is warm and cozy and filled with light and laughter… and skulls. And other very bizarre things that it’s really best not to ask Papa Prouvaire about. Ever. …because he WILL answer you. And you probably don’t want to know. O_o;;;
- Do they have any traditions?
Prouvaire’s birthday celebration is always held in a graveyard. He once idly commented that he feels closest to life when among the dead and Bahorel brought him there for a picnic on his birthday one year and the tradition stuck.
- What do they fight about?
Mostly inconsequential things, like what color curtains to purchase and what to eat for dinner. When it comes to the big things they tend to be pretty well in sync. But they both have hot tempers and will explode at a moment’s notice when it’s called for – though Prouvaire has a much longer fuse and it takes longer to set him off. They both cool off as quickly as they explode, though, so they’ve usually cleared the air within an hour of whatever started the fight to begin with.
- What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)
Oh gosh. Assuming such a thing were possible in 19th century France, they would have a BLAST. They’d make a secret ship blog and contribute SO MANY HEADCANONS AND SO MUCH FIC AND PHOTOSETS AND EVERYTHING THEY COULD. They’d think it was hilarious. XD
- Who cried at the end of Marley and me?
Oh, really. Like that’s even a question? Both of them.
- Who always wins at Mario kart?
Generally speaking, Bahorel, because Prouvaire just isn’t that competitive normally? But every now and then, Prouvaire gets this light in his eye and it is ON. And when that happens? Pfft. Bahorel doesn’t stand a chance! ;D
- One thing I like about this ship?
I like how on the surface they’re polar opposites, but at the core they have so much in common. I love how those opposites make them such a good and supportive pairing. I think they’d take very good care of each other and deal really well with each other’s eccentricities. ^_^
- One thing I don’t like about the ship?
…that they’re both dead?? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, BECAUSE LIKE I SAID, WE’RE IGNORING THE THING THAT HAPPENS ON JUNE 5, 1832. I CAN’T HEAR YOU, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.
- The song I would say fits them?
…oh I’m terrible at those kinds of questions. I honestly have no idea. O_o;;;
- Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)
Since I still have that whole prompt of headcanon to write for you, I’m going to wait on this one (also I have to run if I’m going to make it to yoga on time.) So, to be continued…? ^_^