#identity-v

[siestawiii]

**guardaci, cosa siamo diventati? dove ci ha portato?

**dio, stai zitto.

[cheshiretea]

Chapter 2: A Gentleman

The Toy Store which you’ve entered was humongous. A smooth wooden countertop laid to the side with a cash register behind it, a spiral copper staircase next to the counter, shelves lined with dolls that could make any child squeal in delight, a workshop table in the middle of the store with pumpkins resting on it, and the one that caught your eye the most was the white shelf at the very back of the store.

The shelf looked to be the pride of the store as it was out in the open, with two unlit lamps by its side. Drawn in by the contents of the shelf, you made your way deeper into the store to inspect it. Dolls of odd designs rested on doilies on the cobweb-covered shelf, with white used candles resting between a few of them. “They look adorable,” You said as you eyed a doll, noticing how it reminded you of a witch thanks to the hat. “Did the store-owner make them because of Halloween?”

Picking the Witch doll off the shelf, you played with its cloth arms before tapping its yellowish button eyes. “You’re cute.” That compliment of yours didn’t last long when you saw its eyes shine, making you stare at it intensely. That wasn’t a trick of the light, was it?

No, it was not. When you placed the doll back in its rightful place on the shelf, the doors to the store slammed shut as the rest of the dolls’ eyes shone. The lamps by the shelf’s sides flickering on. It didn’t stop there! The rest of the store came to life. What once looked like an ominous store was now a place that could truly satisfy a child’s toy needs. “What the hell..” Was the only sentence that left your mouth before booking it to the exit, flinging the door outward.

Outside of the store was even more of a shock. The dead silent town you walked through minutes ago was now full of life, and the townsfolk wore a variety of costumes that looked too good to be true. “Hey, watch it! We have feelings too, you know?” The voice seemed to come from behind the door you flung outward.

“M-my apologies…” Panicked over the thought you hurt someone, you stepped out of the store in a hurry and closed the door. “Let me help-” Your words got caught in your throat when you realized where the voice came from. It got up on its own, the scarecrow brushed the dust off its behind and picked its top hat off the ground.

“Apology accepted. Be careful when opening doors next time. You never know who can be next to it.” You meekly nodded at its words before taking a few steps back. This couldn’t be happening, right? No way a scarecrow just talked to you. “You look pale. Is something the matter?”

“Don’t worry so much about them, brother. It’s probably just their makeup which makes them look pale!” You jumped back in shock when the same voice came from behind you. The other scarecrow had approached when you were interacting with his brother. “Though… They are skittish. I thought the townsfolk don’t get scared this easily.”

“Maybe this is one of the rare ones. Gotta have someone to scare around this town!” The scarecrow which you had pushed down let out a hum before looking at you. It picked its hat off its head and brought it to this chest, “My name’s Jack. The name of My brother over there is Zero.” Odd choice of names, but you would not question it.

You pursed your lips as you slowly took a few steps back. “Thank you for the introduction, but I’m afraid I have got to take my leave…” This was just weird. Maybe it was a dream? You were probably still in bed, or maybe you hit your head on a thick wooden branch in the forest and knocked yourself out? Before you could make it far, the doors to the Toy Store opened inward, and out stepped a gentleman dressed in a royal purple coat over a pair of black pants, a simple white button-up shirt, and a black waistcoat. Tied around the collar of his shirt was a black bowtie.

What caught your attention was the piercing blue eyes he had along with a set of ash-grey wolf ears on his head that matched his hair color. Your eyes stayed glued to his ears. Did they twitch? That is cute… THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE HERE.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of those thoughts. That isn’t what you should focus on right now. A small smile made its way on to the gentleman’s lips as he spoke in a polite tone. “Welcome dear customer to Otis’ Doll Shop.“ You could see his blue eyes examine you from head to toe, taking in, and analyzing your appearance. “You look shaken up, are you in need of some help?”

You kept your lips shut as you continued to stare at him. What could you even say? You followed a cat into this strange town. That is a weird explanation… Suddenly, a light bulb lit up in your head as you explained to him how you came here because of a dance. “Do you by chance know of a dance occurring in this town?”

You expected the gentleman to give you a look of pity, but the look of interest never left his blue eyes. “I see. So you’re here for the Dealmaker’s Masquerade Ball.” He said with a charming smile on his lips. You arched an eyebrow in curiosity. The invitation mentioned nothing about a masquerade ball. Is this gentleman the host of the event? Is this why we dressed like this?

The doors of his store widened, allowing you to feel the cold air that billowed out from behind him and catch glimpses of the dolls on display; With the lights on this time. The gentleman held a hand out to you as if expecting something, “May I see your invitation?”

… Ah, your invitation. “Wait, are you the host of this event? The dance is in this doll shop?” You took one step back to examine the size of the shop. It was huge in a shop’s sense, but it wasn’t huge enough to hold a large scale dance or a masquerade ball!

“I will soon explain everything. But first, the invitation if you please.” He was quite adamant about it as he pressed on the importance of the invitation through his words. The scarecrows, who had returned to their posts, had their heads tilted your way, which made a sense of unease wash over you. When the gentleman received no answer from you, he let out a soft sigh and placed his hands on the doors, “No invitation? Then this is as far as I can help you then. I have more matters to attend too.”

You panicked. You came all this way for nothing! Just as the doors were closing, a mewl came from your feet. Looking down, it was the black cat again! Except it had a surprise for you. The invitation letter which you had presumably lost was in its mouth. “Thank you!” You whispered to the cat as you knelt down to take the invitation from it. “Wait! Hold on! Here’s my invitation!” Quickly charging forward, you grabbed on to the doors and pushed it open, holding your invitation out to the gentleman who had jumped back in shock at your sudden action.

He eyed the invitation in your hand before taking it from you. His charming smile reappearing back on his lips as he pulled open the doors once more. “So you had your letter all along. You sure know how to keep things interesting.” He complimented. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he guided you into the doll shop as he used his foot to close the doors behind him. “Let’s get a move on. Wouldn’t want to keep the other guests waiting! Once again, I express the warmest Welcomes, Miss (Y/n). I hope you’re ready for the dance~”

[identityvfictober2019]

Day 17 (Joseph Desaulnier x Reader)

("Change is annoyingly difficult." - Day 17)

In the library of Oletus Manor, Joseph sat comfortably in his usual armchair by the fireplace with an old-aged novel in one hand, and the other loosely intertwined with your warm hand. You had your head leaned back against his chest, and your facial features were relaxed; Indicating that you were fast asleep.

The armchair was large enough for both of you to sit in it. Of course, Joseph had tried to tempt you to sit on his lap instead, but you declined. Sitting this close to him was already enough to make your cheeks and the tips of your ears red.

Joseph hadn't known that you had fallen asleep as he continued to read his book. When he heard you mutter his name, he let out a small hum of acknowledgment. He awaited your question or sentence, but it never came.

"Asleep, I suppose." He thought to himself before returning to his book, thumbing through several pages. But before he could read a word, he heard you mumble his name again.

"Joseph..."

His blue eyes flitted from his book down to your form. An eyebrow arched in curiosity as he glanced back at his book, memorizing the page he was on before setting it on a nearby table. Did he hear you utter his name in your sleep?

Without disturbing you too much, he rested his head on top of yours and patiently waited for you to say something else.

"...I love you," You mumbled out in your sleep as a small smile appeared on your lips, your head nudging against his chest.

A light blush appeared on Joseph's cheeks as he wrapped his arm around your waist, the hand holding yours tightened its grip.

He met you months ago in a match, and it snowballed from there. Rushing back to present times, you and he were in a relationship, but a secretive one. A hunter and a survivor falling in love with each other was an unspoken taboo in the Manor.

Joseph let out a quiet but frustrated sigh, "This change is annoyingly difficult," And it was. Rendezvousing with you in neutral hunter-survivor areas, trying hard not to be biased in matches, and most important of all, trying not to rough you up too much.

At times, he had wondered if this relationship was even worth all these changes. But when he looks down at your sleeping form, he removed his arm from around your waist and raised his hand to your face, brushing away loose strands of your hair.

"Everything is worth it for you, Mon amour." He hummed out, gently pressing kisses to your closed eyelids. "Time to wake up~."

[bubble-of-illusions]

WIP of Female Dancer aka Margaretha Zelle

"Do what you have to do"

[siestawiii]

[siestawiii]

ho ho, un esperimento per il mio amico

[siestawiii]

I was reproached for irresponsibility

in brain natural virginity

in speech stupefying activity

in sexual irresponsibility,

they accuse me, poking their fingers,

they drive me into a strict framework

in their opinion, everything brilliant

after all, to the simple banal

is in a religious god

who frees from the burden of thinking

teaches you to listen correctly, believe me

faith is undeniable, faith is beautiful

, the name is irrefutable doubt

improve in this, show enthusiasm

everything will work out, believe me, faith is God for you