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@brokencrimsonknight ♥’d

Perhaps it was a bit uncouth to simply call out to a wanderer in the Abyss, but surely a small conversation would not cause any harm. It was getting a little lonely down here, anyways. A lithe hand landed on the stranger’s shoulder for the briefest of moments. Though, maybe this wasn’t a stranger at all.

“Ah... you there. Thank you... for helping fulfill her wish.” Whether this was the same soul or one from a different story, didn’t matter; the Intention was simply content to deliver gratitude on both their behalves. 

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send me a number and i’ll open my icon folder and write up a starter with that icon!

kokuroshi asked: 25 for Jack and Elliot?

"Oh? Are you the one responsible for the lovely music? I dabble a bit in piano myself... what would you say to a duet?” Jack leaned on the instrument in question, a smile hanging blithely from his lips at the boy’s surprise and obvious irritation.

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hiiddeneyes

It was only for the briefest of moments, but there was no mistaking it. The boy had peered at Oz from under his mess of hair for a second and he couldn’t miss the presence of golden flecks, especially when they had chased him like an unshakable phantom all these years. 

(No...not now... not when he was so close to meeting her again... )

Jack’s soul stirred within their body, appearing behind Oz. Before the chain could question him, Jack swiftly plunged him into the depths of his memories, taking control. He now could see that boy (Leo, was it?) happily chatting to Oz. He was nothing like Glen, but his eyes betrayed his true identity. 

“...Ah, Leo, where did you say Elliot had gone off to again?” He asked calmly. The names were foreign on his tongue, yet his intent was the same as it had been 100 years ago. Glen was a threat once more.

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wherethelonelyonesroamed

No, no, this was all wrong. Something about the girl had unnerved him, but stirred a sense of nostalgia inside him all the same. And he knew he had never seen her before in his life, yet the curtain of dark hair that fell behind her seemed only too familiar, like a fleeting image in one of those vivid dreams he had. Against his better judgement, he called out to her. “E-excuse me! Have we... met before?” 

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kokuroshi

...Ah, now this was quite refreshing! 

He had convinced Oz to lend him control of their body, his body, for the day by feigning some story about ‘feeling darkness approaching’ or something or another. It was positively endearing how the boy listened to his words as if they were absolute. With that, the other’s soul was put to rest and Jack was free to do as he pleased until he woke. 

He paced around the garden outside, not wanting to come in contact with anyone Oz knew too well. That would be quite the predicament, wouldn’t it? He may be able to charm his way through many a situation, but fooling Oz’s dear friends and having to explain his little excursion could prove difficult. 

He thought he could enjoy his solitude when someone he saw someone on the grounds. He gave a short wave from his spot. That was... the Nightray boy, was it? From what he observed, Elliot didn’t know Oz as well as Gilbert or Alice; it wouldn’t hurt to extract some information out of him.

“You must be Elliot Nightray, I presume?” He asked cheerfully, bounding over with hopefully the same childishness Oz possessed.