Wholesome little MiranCina headcanon from the Novitiate universe to commemorate the weekend’s arrival: Back in the 19th century,...

Wholesome little MiranCina headcanon from the Novitiate universe to commemorate the weekend’s arrival:

Back in the 19th century, when Miranda would travel and take Alcina (and eventually the daughters) along with her, she would avoid mortals getting fussy over a bunch of women journeying without a chaperone by disguising herself as a man. Easy as pie for a shapeshifter, right? She barely has to change a thing beyond putting on a top hat, cane, and a monocle and people are already calling her “my lord”. Automatic free passage anywhere they would like to go. 

So she would easily talk her way into all of these high-society academic meetings and just bring the Dimitrescu along like “Hello, I am Dr./Lord [fake name she keeps changing] Dimitrescu and these are my wife and our beautiful daughters”. And of course nobody blinked an eye - they had no reason to think these Molded villainesses were anything else other than a very traditional, upstanding nuclear family of noble lineage. Great to see society beaten at its own game, right?

The thing is that it drives Alcina up the wall. Not the shapeshifting itself - Miranda turns into the oddest things sometimes and Alcina has just learnt to put up with it, and she knows to call a costume for what it is - but the whole game behind it. The theater nerd in Miranda just comes out with a passion, and suddenly people are coming up to Alcina like “your husband has very interesting opinions on medicine, my lady” and she has to bite her tongue because like hell she would marry a man, but she also won’t ruin their disguise. And now they think she married into the family and that Miranda is the “Count”? Oh, please, as if. 

Now, Miranda does have a sense of humor when she is not holed up in a damp lab, so she immediately figures out this makes Alcina tick and just full-on embodies Victorian Gomez Addams. These mortals are blown away by how much this blonde stick of a man loves his terrifying goth wife. Miranda pushes the limits of PDA, invites Alcina to waltz five times per ball, and has a blast picking mortals to toy with by doing her dramatic reveals as seen in the game (before plucking out their hearts and giving them to Alcina, because she can be romantic on occasion). Even the daughters join in tormenting their mother and keep telling the men they lure into empty hallways taunts along the lines of “My father would never approve, so we must keep away from prying eyes” before killing them violently. 

What is worse is that Miranda does look rather dashing in a top hat, particularly once they arrive back at where they are staying and she immediately changes back to her normal self. 

It is a game Alcina simply cannot win. 

Bonus: even the Maiden has to agree (through gritted teeth) that Miranda looks good in a suit. She hates to agree, but it’s the truth.