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                                        @illvsion || ʰᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ

              “i hope your accommodation has been settled,” Everette smiles, tying back the choppy clumps of his hair into a messy bun. perhaps it would be easier to cut, but then he would have to tame both hair AND horn. that was just too much hassle. “i would hate for you to be left sleeping by the fire embers after midnight.” he jumps down from his cage, respectfully meeting the newest member to the troupe’s eyes. 

          “i heard you could make magic?” he purses his lips; hopefully he did not sound too desperate. although, the idea of seeing something like MAGIC was an upbeat thought. he tucks back a loose strand of hair and forces another smile; quickly adding, “but i’m sure you’ll amaze us at the show, tonight.” he turned away, ready to waltz into the camp’s heart. he only paused to offer a glance and gave the other man a once-over with his eyes.                                                                                        “do you have a costume?”

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     PERHAPS STARING is rude, but the lines running on the other Chain’s arm are too fascinating and unusual (to him) that he cannot help but attentively observe them. His skin is covered in black signs he can barely read and whose meaning is obscure to him. How interesting. His wings flap quietly behind him, a clear sign he is calm at the moment. It is rare to see him like this, curios rather than suspicious, on the ground instead of up in the air; better take advantage of it. “What are these?”

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       “Pray tell, I did not expect you to join Master Barma. It is a pleasure to see you, Mister Dodo. My grandmother and I will always welcome you to our house. I hope you have been doing well.”

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   Owl had been watching him for what felt like hours, trying to figure out just what he had brought her out for. She would have elected to stay perched in her tree, high above the ground and in tranquility but something today told her she could give adventure a try.  ❝ What was it you were wanting to show me? ❞

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                                               || continued from X ||

DOCTOR ILLUZE: ⁽ ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵇᵃˡ ᵃᵘ. ⁾

          ❖ │ “It is curious you’d say such a thing.” The doctor was not used to such companionship. His facade is not so easily broken. Five years gone without the existence of a conversation beyond closed doors. Leave it to Eques to find a way to weasel himself in. Dodie can’t tell if he finds the man detestable or alluring, and thanks to that grey area and his insatiable curiosity he settles on the second. He leans forward against the elbow he had propped atop his messy desk. Unfinished sketches and reference photos remained from the night before. Frustration had gotten the better of him and he had simply gone to bed without tidying up. “Social anxieties have left me at peace for some time, I suppose that’s why I allowed myself to become so bothered. But it seems you are no stranger such troubles.” He pauses to wet his lips. “Tell me Eques…When did this first begin burdening you?”

               “social anxieties?” he nearly scoffs. instead his lips are pulled back; not quite a smile. not quite a grimace. he walks back and forth, perhaps admiring the books littered around the room without really reading the text or titles. “i never pegged you as the type to use labels on yourself.” the comment was a scapegoat to dismiss the queries hanging in the air. (was he being stared at? he tried not to ponder too much. not in this room. he never wanted to think in this room.) rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, he finally turns to face the doctor. that stoic mask, never crumbling. the only mind eques found himself sympathising; but never empathising. maybe he was too scared to really try. “when did it start burdening you?” another scapegoat. “i don’t think... i can see you as the type to get bothered.”

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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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illvsion replied to your post:

eques why you so shy

       “because i have respect for my PERSONAL life, maybe?”

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                                                                @illvsion || continued from X

❖ │ Foolish of him to think he would be the only one milling about during the dawn hours. Perhaps even more foolish to think Tove would heed his words regarding his volume. He lifts his head from his sketchbook containing a rather sloppy drawing of the trees surrounding the clearing. “Good morning, Tove.” He draws out his syllables, buying time to process what the badger had said. “Actually yeah, lead the way, Mister Tove. And maybe hand over some of those berries too.”

              he regards the Dodo with a wide smile, already digging his fingers into his pockets to tug out a handful of berries. “ eh ? whatcha drawin’ there ? “ he bounces up from the ground, pointing towards the sketchbook. “ oh, boy ! that’s some neat skill ! “ he exclaims ( although he cannot see the total masterpiece from this angle ) and tosses a berry in his mouth. holds out the rest for Dodie, momentarily DISTRACTED by a squirrel running across the grass to their left. “ c’mon, it’s just through ‘ere ! “ and he’s off, leaving dust, berries and leaves in his wake.