[the crucified saint]

It has always been the Moonlight and the Caged Bird. One seeks the other, despite of everything, even death. | indie rev! märz von ludowing. | track: #cagedmoonlight

[cagedmoonlight]

"You should do something about those revolts."

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“....Th...that i should.”

He is reluctant to take action against the people revolting, not only because he knows the reason behind this mess but also because of the tragedies that come from it. the nobleman gulps, along with his gaze gradually placed onto to Dorn. She was right, some action had to be taken.

Yet how would he go about it? Despite of all of the tactical training that was beat into him when he first was decided to be the next in line, he knew no battle experience himself. He did fencing for a hobby, but never has he gotten his hands dirty. The amount of eyes that remained on him –– judgingly, for letting this slide, made him absolutely jittery in his chair.

He was a commoner once, the word that made most noblemen jeer and laugh obnoxously at. No wonder why the word bothered him so much, it was derrogitory. It wasn’t any better than the usage of the Witch’s Son, or the Messanger of Death because of his hair color.

With a sigh, the young man sits up from his chair and turns toward Dorn once more.

“Please, request for someone to bring my horse.”

“i shall make an attempt to negotiate with these people revolting.”

[cagedmoonlight]

One day, you will become a fine ruler of this land.

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Red eyes lift wearily up toward his mother in the mirror, as she looks at him reassuring. They happened to be sitting within the confines of his bedroom, separated from his grandfather but also the thousands of sets of eyes that tended to bore into his back. It was like old times, really. She brushing out his unruly locks of white hair was just like back home, in the forest, where no one could see them. 

His mother had insisted to do this, seeing she had some time in her schedule for him. some of the maids who assisted him were a bit-- touchy anyway, so he hadn’t minded. He’d prefer her over them honestly. In response to her statement, chuckles sheepishly, as she continues to work on some of his knots at the tips.

“Are you certain, Mutti––”

His voice drops into a whisper, as if he were confessing a secret. His secrets included not only his anxieties over ruling over this place, but also the thought of being ready for such a task.

“There are so many things my teachers have provided me with, and i’ve been incredibly slow with reading them. i...”

It isn’t long until he feels the tears coming, which blur his vision in result. at this point, He notes how his mother has stopped brushing through his hair.

“...Am i truly ready for that position–– the pressure of this... is incredibly heavy. I don’t want to disappoint you or Grandfather....ah..”

[cagedmoonlight]

ooc / regarding activity here, I shall be shifting everything from this account over to recklessmoon ! since this is a stand alone au, I figured to have everything there so I know where everything is. märz’s url will also be changed after I’m done with moving his info from here to there too! all content on this account will be remain, for archival purposes. if you’d like to continue following me, then that is where I’ll be at ! later everyone!

[cagedmoonlight]

ooc –– hello!!! I apologize for the inactivity here, I've been pretty busy with school? and i should have mentioned this sooner. märz will be on a semi hiatus until further notice. and to the new people who have followed him; thank you! if you would like to work something out (in terms of a rp thread?) then feel free to ask for my skype! (which will be given if asked) i hope to get active on him again soon.

[girl-in-a-well]

your calling voice that stays far away vanishes into the circulating spiral of memories

15/30 songs: "kioku no mori" - fictionjunction YUUKA

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Quiet sunset by uhx72 on Flickr.

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Submission courtesy of anon

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u_u I love him… März Von Ludowing

[birthoflight]

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[fearlessknightsandfairytales]

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[rawberry-preserves]

Someone who’s not in the Sound Horizon fandom please explain what’s going on.

[curseofthuringen]

"Wonderful!" Her heart is warmed with his instantaneous agreement. Given how he has shut her out for so long and she, fearful of earning his rejection, has stayed away, Therese half expected him pull up some excuse or another. Perhaps this is why she misses the tension in his face all together. And, in spite of his fears, she has no intention of bringing anyone along to his next lesson. For once she has the purely selfish desire to hear him play for only her.

That isn’t to say the current head of household will not invite himself, should he catch word of the little performance. In which case, neither of them have the right to refuse.

To say Therese is completely ignorant of  how strained the relationship between ruler and successor would be a lie. However, her place as Lady of the House gives her only so much room to act as a buffer between the two - especially when it comes to März’s refusal to marriage. It’s endlessly stressful for her to not be privy as to why her son won’t take a wife. She is hopeful that given time, he will find the right one and with her, find happiness.

For now, she reminds herself to be patient.

As they both stop, she hums a thoughtful tone and shakes her head. “A mother is not privileged with rest. Even when her child has outgrown her.” To keep hidden the genuine sadness that phrase, (“I can take care of myself,”) has shocked her with is impossible, but she waves her hand in a dismissing manner. "Besides, my work is comprised of playing hostess to visitors looking to call upon your grandfather. Smile enough and it’s over before long." It’s not as quick or simple as that and they both know it, but Therese chose this lifestyle and now, the two of them must endure it.

Continuing forward once more, she attempts to keep the conversation nonchalant. "Speaking of guests, have you spoken again to the young lady who introduced herself at the last ball?" Some daughter of some family whose name she forgets. Given the degree of vanity that young thing had so shamelessly displayed, März had doubtlessly avoided all contact since. Therese is compelled to ask but truthfully, she could guess his answer before it came.

(Which makes her feel a little less guilty for dismissing the family from her memory). 

[cagedmoonlight]

––Oh.

For a minute there, he thought he would be able to avoid this conversation all together. Ha ha! But deep down, he knew this topic would be come up. Mother always knew how to surprise him, especially when concerning his.... possible candidates. He glances away, avoiding her awaiting gaze all together. He sheepishly rubs the back of his head with his now sweating palms.

"Well, actually about her... " He immediately trails off, trying to come up with some excuse or another, but he ultimately fails, " I have not... unfortunately." The last word is reluctantly said.

Clearly his mother knew to read him like a book; always has, and always will. He wasn't entirely for a young woman such as... her. What was her name even? He could remember only how she made him really uncomfortable, by latching herself onto his arm, resting her chin on his shoulder while they were speaking with her Father.

"Um... I believe her name was... Anneliese? But... like I mentioned prior, I have not. She has... send sent a dozen letters but I keep... forgetting to reply to them." Which in fact, was a half truth–– he purposely did not reply because honestly he wished to never see her again.

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[cagedmoonlight]

Name: März von Ludowing Age: 20 Height: 182.88 cm Eye Color: Red. Hair Color: White. Sexual Orientation: Asexual. Nationality: German. Allergies: Unknown. Fears: Loneliness. Commitment. How sickly they are: Somewhat healthy. However, due to his albinism when he gets sick his condition gets bad. How often do they hurt themselves: Rarely. Relationship Status: Single.

[damebrunn]

Tʜᴇ sᴀɪɴᴛ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ | Mᴀ̈ʀᴢ ᴠᴏɴ Lᴜᴅᴏᴡɪɴɢ

Any forest after dusk is a gate for wandering souls. Ever since, venturing at woods was seen as others by a proof of courage, a place for them to test their own value, a place to run from whatever concern afflicts their weak minds—Whatever view humans (or ghosts) have of a forest, they all intertwine at one point: Forests are dangerous, and should be at all costs avoided at night. 

Surely, as she is free from every petty judgement of that nature, she was fond enough to call the forest her ‘home’. And as any definition of the word ‘home’ implies, it is a place in which she feels safe and comfortable (though it is a tiny bit ironic that she only manages to find some comfort only by nighttime, but there was no one who could spot the contradiction for her). As soon as dusk arrives, the phantom is there, beside the well near an abandoned church she uses as her cradle, her senses sharp as always. And, of course, it doesn’t take long until she realizes she is not alone, much to her amusement.

Fortunately, they are not too far from her. In fact, it sounded they were about to pass through her current locale. It is in the least intriguing, for she knows that area was quite far from most of the forest’s entrances, there isn’t anything of importance there; Possibly, there would be an interesting tale for her to savor. However, it is wise to wait an appropriate moment of contact. There’s no need of a hideout, she thinks, for the steps of this one seem a bit distressful—their absent mind would without doubt not perceive the presence of a second person. For the moment, simply letting her dark figure blend in the shadows of the trees was enough. She was looking forward for this meeting, her curled up lips made it very clear. 

[cagedmoonlight]

Nothing matters anymore, honestly–– which is what he believes now. He needs to get away from the toxic enviroment he has submerged himself in. The tension there was very deep, and almost suffocating. Another refusal was accompanied by another argument; he did what he knew best: run away. Periodically he would look over his shoulder, while he was walking at a fast pace. He needed to make sure he wasn't being followed. He didn't need for someone to drag him back, after what has occurred in the manor.

It is not long till he enters the familiar wood; not much has changed since last time. He begins to heave his chest now, as he takes a few minutes to catch his breath. Running never was good for him, after all. He runs his fingers through his silvery locks of hair, trying to remove the strands from his sweating face. He takes his time to sit down and lean up against the well, as he continues to inhale and exhale. Once he catches his breath, März's gaze gradually raise up to the clouded sky; he prayed that it wasn't going to rain later, because he truly did not wish to be soaked.

He closes his eyes briefly, enjoying the moment of solitude until he feels like something is amiss. His red eyes soon widely glance around, and he is quick to get back to his feet as well. He was certain.... that someone was staring at him; from where he was not certain.

"...." Words fail to leave his lips, causing for his face to scrunch up in frustration. His red eyes pierce through the darkness, making an attempt to identify the presence he is feeling.