#jacktheknave

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   the horrible, drunken cacophony that happens background to them isn’t enough for his phrase to go unheard, coal colored eyes that were far too focused on the drink poured to them in that nicely carved whisky glass soon directs their gaze to the strange male next to her — who also seemed to babble weird phrases in his own drunken world. her stare remains on his figure for a couple of seconds more, analyzing him from head to toes. not bad.

   hourglass figure turns in the chair slightly, toned and exposed legs now crossed in his direction, thick lashes batting slowly to her blinks, dark colored lips parting away:

      “ oh? ” her first reaction pops. “ and is that a curse or a blessing to you, child ~ ? ” demoness ask, hands now supporting chin.

[jack-the-knave]

@teniras // i don’t really  find fear in me, but,

The Knave of Hearts nodded at her remark. He had wrote it without any prompting. Still, somehow he felt he needed to let it out. Even if it was only in front of a stranger he only met this instance - a character from Caterpillar’s book, no less, and not the real person he’d arranged the words for. (Even if she might be a real person, everyone is a character of this predetermined story, including him. The dichotomy between a character and a real person is, in essence, useless.)

     When she posed his question at him, he blinked slowly at her, as if it had dawned on him that his words, spontaneous as they were, actually held meaning. Since he didn’t truly intend his words for her, her question caught him a bit off-guard. Not that he didn’t expect people from the book to talk back to him, anyway.

     ...I admit I didn’t really say it for you. I’m sorry. was what was written on his signboard. Beneath it was written: Though it’s not quite to comfort myself. There’s... someone I’ve wanted to tell these words to, yet I haven’t got the right chance. 

     Anyway, my point still stands. It’s perfectly fine to fear. Deluding yourself from that fact would only hurt yourself.

[hyacinthsgirl]

@jack-the-knave asked for a treat!

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[thmaniac-blog]

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     “look at this place. Those clouds are filthy. I think I even stepped in shit back there. My house is cleaner than this.”

[ofsmaragd-blog]

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      “ Are you sure this is going to be okay...? ” a soft, almost inaudible voice comes out from plump lips as emerald orbs stared at the man working in front of her.

   a sigh. It had only been a couple of days since she moved out from her parent’s house. Wishing to learn how to live by herself, she immediately took the chance when it appeared in front of her: during her last year of high school, a small apartment, a couple of blocks away from her original house and slightly near her Shiratorizawa Academy.

   yup! It certainly was one of the most excitable things she was able to experience at such a young age. It was super thrilling and exciting and full of surprises! So... Why did that happen to her? Of all people, why was she the one who pulled the lucky draw and got as a prize a leaking pipe, which was now soaking everything in her apartment?

   desperation and lack of knowledge on how to fix pipes leads the petite girl to knock on the neighbor’s door and that brings them to the current situation: she, watching him work and unsure if it’s actually working and him, trying to fix that damn pipe.

      “ Oh, but thank you for coming! I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here...  ” she quickly adds up to her last sentence, as petite body now bows in gratitude, brown locks falling near her delicate face.

[hyacinthsgirl]

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     "ah, Jack.” She smiled as she addressed him - a clear sign it was a pleasure to meet him again. The town was small, but that did not necessarily mean they would meet each other often nor easily. One spent most of her time home; the other was always following the Queen or his orders. Roles were roles; there was not any way out f them. They had to be put first anything else, or they would become useless pawns. Nonetheless, they could take short breaks like this one. Nothing special. A conversation out of their usual routine, nothing more. But to be honest, ever time they felt like a breath of fresh air.

     “I hope you’ve been well? It’s been a while since you last came for teatime.” 

[hyacinthsgirl]

@jack-the-knave

     she used to like winter much more when she had a roof above her head, but even if now she spent every night out in the cold she still enjoyed that season. Sure, it was not like summer, when she could sleep wherever she wanted without risking to freeze if she did not pay attention, yet it still fascinated her. To be completely honest, she would not risk to freeze to death: she might have left her house, but nonetheless magic still lived within her and allowed her to light fires to shield herself from the bat weather. She did not mind sharing heath with other homeless, although many of them seemed to be quite wary when approaching her. There was something in that girl with bright golden eyes which told them she was not human, at least not as COMPLETELY as them. Which was also the reason why no one ever tried to harm her: who knew what sort of tricks she had up her sleeve. Perhaps she would be able to set people on fire as if they were paper, they thought; and they were not wrong.

     At the moment, though, Chris was alone. She had taken shelter in an abandoned building not too far from the streets where she usually wandered, and was lying down on the floor to try to sleep. The fire she had lit by her side and her blanket warmed her up, though not enough: it had been a cold day, and of course the weather had not gotten any better at night. She breathed on her hands and rubbed them, pulling the blanket up to her nose, covering half her face. She was about to close her eyes when the noise came from one of the nearby windows, making her startle and sit up. The blanket fell from her chest, revealing the upper part of a black dress which had once been pretty but now was just ragged, but she seemed not to notice. Her gaze did not leave the window, waiting for whoever was on the other side to show up or leave.

     ( scared? No, just very, very CURIOS. )

[unladylikc]

｢ @jack-the-knave​ ｣ — writes:

/slinks in intimacy + 2! c:

still accepting → non-sexual forms of intimacy !!

     “ Man, it’s during times like these I really regret blowing all my money on gacha games! ” Vivian whines, only to continue staring longingly at the bubble tea stall. In the end, she didn’t have nearly enough to buy a beverage, which was to be expected, considering how expensive goods from the Night Market can be; still, it didn’t make her any less sad five dollars wasn’t enough to afford her one measly drink. Originally, though, Vivian was supposed to be attending the Night Market in Vancouver with her older sister, but well... that didn’t end up happening, leaving her to  WANDER  aimlessly around until Jack found her, sighing for about the millionth time she was ditched.

    At that point forth, he took pity on her and they began exploring the venue together; nevertheless, she couldn’t help being even more depressed, when she finds out she had underestimated it’s costliness. “ You think by offering up a kidney, I’ll finally be able to purchase something, Jacky? ” Vivian soon questions, allowing a wry smile to meander across her lips. Naturally, she wasn’t being serious, yet with how disappointed she is, it didn’t take a  GENIUS  to figure out she wasn’t exactly having the greatest time here.