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indie EQUES. pandora hearts origin; canon divergent. written by aj

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Ｚｏｍｂｉｅ Ｂｏｉ: ⁽⁽ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ ⁾⁾ :

  A deep sigh left the boy, the buttons on his thrilled shirt were loose, like most of his clothes, though the black trousers he pulled over his knees and tied at the waist. He looked up to the man who spoke, it seemed as though they never had a decent conversation these days due to the boy’s ATTITUDE, as Everette would put it.

  “I’m nₒt the finishing act.” He muttered, tapping his watch, making sure it was working, “But I’m up next, did you want to talk now?” He glanced back at the man, but pursed his lips together, “Thₒugh I haven’t a clue what yₒu’re talking about.”

                        Well done, start the conversation with a lie.

                        NEEDLESS to say, Everette was hardly impressed. what he had hoped to be a short, civilised conversation had already taken a bad turn. ( honestly, he had to physically TENSE himself to stop his eye from twitching. ) lean arms cross over his chest, another endless sigh leaves his lips. he portrays an element of DISAPPOINTMENT & he knows Higure can feel it. 

                          “ there have been rumours surrounding the dinner hall in your absence; regarding this issue you have with your -- “ he has to PAUSE. ( how can he say this without irritating the situation further ? ) “ ... your temper. “

                          before he can allow Higure a response time, Everette unclasps his arms & holds out his hands; palms open, nail polish glinting in the dimness of the tent. it’s a DEFENSE, a way to say ‘ i’m not the enemy here, remember ? ‘

                         “ i would hate to keep you from your act, so please be sure to make time for the rest of this CONVERSATION after the show. “

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                                                       ♥ || @cloversent​

                                he pauses at the gate; eyes trailing over the youth crouched beside the monstrous poles ( his FAMILY had been so careful when setting up the perimiter of their new momentary-home that even Everette felt intimidated to cross the threshold. ) 

                                 “ are you waiting to see the show ? “ 

                                 normally he would not invite himself to speak so freely to the public EYE - it ruins the illusion of mystery, after all. but... he pauses. his head tilts to the side; behind swaying locks of dark velvet, his eyes narrow. 

                                 “ or perhaps you are the newest addition to our FAMILY ? “

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                                                        ♥ || @playing-d3ad

                             he announces himself well with the sparkling hood made up of glistening stars and lace. it’s enough to conceal the horn peeking from the crown of his head; just enough to CONCEAL that ever shame of being a freak. ( oh, but he hides it so well behind his wicked painted lips. ) as he turns the corner, fingers ghosting over the drapes which barely cover his destination - a tent filled with low lights, costume pieces strewn across the floors. the little TRINKETS which framed their precious family. their precious CAGE. 

                           “ how long until you’re called to the stage ? i had something to discuss with you; regarding your ATTITUDE, as of late. “

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                                                         ♥ || @mechantrouge

                            he peers down; down, down, down. there SHE is. the little Baskerville girl. with a big mouth and a tattered heart of gold. even he can tell that much behind those wild eyes, gritted teeth, matted bob-hair. she’s sweet, in a sense of ‘rose has thorns that will cut you into pieces’ kind of way. ( but what can he say ? he tends to love the DARKER things in life. )

                            “ running in the woods alone is your thing, i understand. but surely you should be running in the OPPOSITE direction of your enemies. “

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                                                          ♥ || @abyssloved

                          he was COMPLACENT with the way he had acted on stage only moments ago; a simple show for a simple crowd. their slanderous remarks did not thaw his hope for a somewhat endless future filled with all kinds of silly opportunities. OPPORTUNITIES of which gave him comfort when he were to close his eyes at night. oh! what a silly little dream. 

                          his companions were his family. should he ever unearth these marvelous opportunities, he would be sure to take one or two along with him. FAMILY works in funny ways, after all. 

                          “ enjoying the sunset ? “ the question left dark - painted lips as the man knelt, digging his knees against the soft grounds below. one of his more favoured of the bunch - the little girl in WHITE! “ how did your act go ? i was too busy rehearsing to catch a glimpse. “

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     ;;  ♥ for a circus starter !! ( comment below for a canon-verse starter )

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        ;; god give me strength to write again. hey, hi, i’ve missed the comm. i’ve missed my home. i’ve missed torturing you all with love. may these future days be filled with unicorns once again. oh, and Levi. bc i’m gonna make him too.

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𝔸 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ 𝕀ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂℝ𝕆𝕎𝔻:  ⁽⁽ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ ⁾⁾

◜   ◦ ♕ ◦   ﹠﹠ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗᵉˢˢ⋅   ━   ◞

         enshrouded   by  the   DICHOTOMY   between  light     &     dark,   she  watches   pensively   ━━   or  tried  to,   it  was  hot     (   people’s  breaths     &     heat  mingled   ),     &     she  couldn’t  shrug  off  the   heaviness   on  her  shoulders.   her  usual   cheeriness   was  absent,   tonight,   she  was  simply  polite   ━━   a  stark   CONTRAST   to  the   excitement   of  her     `  peers   `.

         a  lone  man  took  the  stage     (   like  a  shadow  sweeping  ‘cross  the  stage  …    whispers  hushed   ).   silence   SHATTERED   once  he  revealed  his   trick,   eruption  of  applause   /   murmurs  of  confusion,   astonishment     &     judgement  from  those  ‘round  her.   when  his   unexpected   gaze  met  her  own,   she  offers  a   smile   ━━   small,   perhaps  veiled  by  the   shadows,   but  ‘twas   genuine.   he  looked   tired,   she  wanted  to  help  ease  his  exhaustion  …  

         the  lights  have  returned,   marking  the  end  of  the  show.     &     she  finds  herself  standing  before  the  man  with  a  horn.     she  didn’t  have  anything  to  say,   yet  here  she  was.     ❛   ah,   hello   ━━   ❜

                   the end of the show was perhaps as EXHILARATING as the beginning. he was breathless, finding sweat against his forearm after swiping his sleeve across his forehead. (perhaps not the most attractive state ever. but he HAD been standing on display for hours, let alone assisting his brothers and sisters with their attire behind the scenes.) a small hum left his lips as he turned, facing the WOMAN who had been in the crowd -- his choice of perception and view while he was on display. 

                 “greetings, mistress,” he bows forward, long hair spilling from the hood adorning his head. his HORN was visible against the lip of the fabric as he moved; there was no reason to hide it now the show had come to an end. “i hope you enjoyed the show.” he forces a smile, raising himself to stand proper in the light; REPRESENTATION above all else was expected in the eyes of the public !

                she seemed peaceful enough, no attitudes or behaviours which echoed as they did around most nobles. (there were very few Everette had met who seemed so kind with their title and wealth at their best interest as OPPOSED to their mind filled with greed.) another smile. “was there something i could help you with, mistress? a tour, perhaps? it is customary after the show.”

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Everette/Leon Aesthetics | @ecxquix​

❝I’ll teach you how to DANCE;                      if you teach me how to FLY.❞

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‘ stop making me laugh. ’

                                  𝕊𝔼𝕋 𝕀𝕋 𝕌ℙ 𝕊𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔼ℕℂ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊

                “it’s not intentional, i assure you.” oh, yes… somehow he had managed to mix up his make-up with Sharon’s. getting up early in the morning, his natural routine consisted of washing, dressing and applying his GOTHIC cosmetics. alas, walking out of his quarters was perhaps the most humiliating thing ever. he did not have time to wash it off; so here he was, face full of - not black - but PINK. pinks lips, pink eyes, even his brows were somewhat shinier. (thank god he did not touch his hair up with anything.) 

                 he watched Dodie’s lips curve upward and Eques turned his head, pulling his hood down over his face. abyss, this was humiliating. “i’m washing it off the moment paperwork and meetings are finished-” he nearly chokes on his words. MEETINGS. he would have to attend to meetings like this, with his Mistress, Lady Sheryl and Lord Rufus… perhaps he could fake a cold until his face was clean. “Dodie! stop laughing!” he hides his own smile and presses his hands to his face with a loud groan. “…do you suppose anyone would notice if i walked in with a bag over my head?”

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"i just don’t even know what’s going on with your dancing."

                                  𝕊𝔼𝕋 𝕀𝕋 𝕌ℙ 𝕊𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔼ℕℂ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊

                  “are you impressed?” he TWIRLS for emphasis; nearly tripping over his left foot. (no, he does not dance. at least not ballroom dancing. he’s far more educated on pub dances where no-one cares what kind of moves you’re throwing because everyone is far too DRUNK to care.) now, standing here with the prince on one of his very favourite pub porches, no matter of drink seemed to be granting him any powers on how to dance even with Leon’s eyes watching him.                    he smiles, taking the prince’s hand and pulling him closer. should he trip, Everette’s arm will steady him. he twirls once more, tipping Leon back to the point his neck was exposed and Everette hums, nuzzling the skin. (he was drunk. sorry, Leon.) “perhaps you should teach me? though I suppose you’ve never led before, hm?”

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‘ no, not you, i’m talking to my pizza. ’

                                   𝕊𝔼𝕋 𝕀𝕋 𝕌ℙ 𝕊𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔼ℕℂ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊

                      “you’re…” he swallows (perhaps swallowing down his own IMPATIENCE with the man) “…talking to your pizza?” he does not even want to encourage the man on his foolish antics - so he returns to his teacup and lifts the porcelain to his lips. his CURIOSITY seemed to win and he looked back towards the clown.                                                              “for the sake of BOTH our safety, might you like to share what is you’re saying to your, uh, pizza?”

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idk if i got his hair right but THE NOSE NUZZLES. | @ecxquix

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                                             &&. characteristics and plot-points for;                                     【v】;; ᴮᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴬˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᵁᴺ && ᶜᴼᴸᴰ ᴬˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴼᴺ  ⁽⁽ ʳᵒʸᵃˡ ᵃᵘ ⁾⁾

            &. Everette holds the proud title of the court’s STABLE BOY. at night                  he turns to gambling and drinking. (this is, of course, an oblivious                   fact the royal family seem to have not figured out nor heard of.)             &. running stables is simply a family tradition. his parents died in a                  carriage accident when he was ten. the king and his court were                  kind enough to take him in, supply accommodation and give him                   a job when he turned fourteen.             &. despite Everette’s night time lifestyle, he DOES respect the royal                  family and can never repay for what they did for him; but his                   self-destruction tendencies will forever be his downfall              

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕆𝕐 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝔼𝕐𝔼𝕊 𝕆𝔽 ℂ𝕆𝔸𝕃:  ⁽⁽ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ ⁾⁾

    LEO’S HAIR is not the only untameable thing; so is his spirit. If he follows the rules of the circus for most of the time, it is just because he cannot do much else, not because h likes that place. He likes most of his ‘colleagues’, but he cannot the atmosphere of that place. Its dark zones. The unspoken words. The mysteries lying underneath he has been trying to solve for years. The Ringmaster’s hands on him, so disgustingly greedy. Tonight he took Leo aside to talk to him in private, but Leo would have gladly avoided that conversation. Even if now he is alone, he still feels the man’s gaze on him, the hidden meanings underneath his words. Coming back to his cage and spend the rest of the night on his own is out of question. Knocking on Everette’s cage may be egoistical, but he does not think much about that at the moment.

    Is he alright? That’s debatable. His only reply is a shrug. He rarely speaks about his current state of mind, and he will not do it now, in the middle of the night, when he is only asking for company. “I’m sorry I woke you up.” Most people would not expect him to be polite, but they are not close to him enough to know he is not rude to everyone. Everette is another one of those exceptions.

    He accepts Everette’s hand and lets him drag him inside the cage, much more comfortable than Leo’s. If one forgets about the iron bars, it can almost look like a real room. “Can I… spend the night here?” He can provide further explanation if asked; it will not leave his mouth willingly, at least not now.

                      “don’t be foolish, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” he’s already reaching out to pull the iron bars shut when Leo speaks up. Everette allows a smile to appear and he turns to the boy, lighting a candle and gesturing towards the pile of cushions and blankets in the corner of the room - his ‘lounge,’ as he called it. “you’re welcome to stay as long as you need. and you don’t have to tell me what’s troubling you, i think i have a rather good idea on what it is...” THAT MAN. the man who led them all; always hiding behind that crooked smile and charismatic tone of voice. his eyes were the coldest (a man’s story was always told in him eyes; Everette had decided.) 

                       “come and sit,” he bends his own knees, perching upon the comforters. (he knows he might look rather unkempt; what with his lack of make-up and scruffy hair. he hopes the light from the candle can do his visage justice as he pulls another smile.) “it’s cold tonight, isn’t it?” small talk would be a good way to coax Leo out of his shell - or that was what Everette could hope for. “would you like anything to eat? drink?”