#juniperblooded

[ruefulcurse]

The banquet is a lot like the social parties she once attended in her youth. Therefore, she knew the ropes of how to play hostess. She had wandered out into the flower garden, to check to see if anyone was there or needed assistance and upon stepping out she notes of someone vaguely familiar. A memory crosses by her, hair as dark as ash, skin as pale as the moonlight–– a figure from her memories flickers before her which causes her to straighten. But she composes herself, then calls out toward him.

“A lover of flowers, hm...?”

Watching him turn around, she continues to speak toward him.

“I thought the same, when Lady Hinoka had shown me around, or were you merely wandering and ambling by...?” She recalls seeing them at the entrance, him and his Master, but she felt quite...shaken by his Master’s appearance but she mostly kept it to herself. 

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[midnightwalkin]

@juniperblooded || continued from here

"Use you?"

Thomas repeats the other's words, speaking in a tone that was lost in thought, dreamlike. His brows furrow just slightly as his brown eyes flow to the side. What a strange thing to say... But the look in Wolfram, the sincerity is real. So much so, that Thomas feels his heart thud heavily in his chest. People like this are rare. It almost hurts to look at him sometimes. Because Thomas is not sincere. He's a liar. He buries everything to avoid ridicule, disappointment. But, looking at him like this, Wolfram won't leave him, will he?

"I..."

His mouth feels dry. Thomas curls a few fingers in front of his lips to hide the worry in his voice. He's waivering.

"I killed someone, Wolfram..."

And now that the truth has escaped him, Thomas is thrown back into the past. Into the viper's pit. He could feel it seeping into him as if every scene, every moment had only occured hours ago. The light slips from his eyes, like a lantern fading in the dark.

"I killed my father."

[recklessmoon]

An invitation ?

While he was humbled and appreciated the invitation, März couldn’t help but feel a bit wary. Granted, this would be an opportunity to properly meet with the rest of the Masters (and by extension, the Servants). He hears the door creek open, and turns toward Assassin with the message in hand.

“Ah, I was just about to look for the two of you,” März begins, he wonders where they had gone since he’s given them a free run of the estate. Did they go to the library? Or perhaps the room with the piano...? None of those matter right now, though. “We’ve recieved a message from Hoshido’s master.” 

März plays the message for them, showing Hinoka and the appearance Berserker by her side. Once the message concludes, he places it off onto his desk.

“What do you think we should do, should we attend...?” He tilts his head, tapping the bottom of his chin, “...I’m eager to meet with the masters at a neutral gathering, but I’m...concerned if something more sinister may erupt too...” 

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[deadseeing]

ooc. a thomas, a ansel and a raine (x3)

[idowautauu]

                              ( @juniperblooded | Wolfram ) 

“I was? I don’t remember shit, ” The former navigator runs his fingers through his hair, contemplating on his words. He must’ve been super plastered if he didn’t remember something. Idolfried frowns a bit, while wearing an apologetic expression toward the other. 

“I...Sorry, makes sense why you wouldn’t want to if I said that.”  His hand falls to his side, but seeing that dusting of red was kind of cute. “It’d probably mean a lot more if I’m fully concious what I’m saying, yes?” 

And there it is again, a smirk adorns his lips. 

[idrownko]

Cooking, cleaning, laundry–– they were duties she technically didn’t have to do anymore but with little to do nowadays she did it to keep busy. After her revenge tragedy finished, she accidentally brought the plague to her small town. It killed everyone except for her, so she returned to Frau Holle and began to work for her again. And her job expanded beyond cleaning around the older woman’s home–– she became an errand girl of sorts. From bringing parcels to Herr Laurent from Big Sis Holle to bringing freshly baked bread to Herr von Friedhof. 

...And it has been awhile since she’s last met with him too. She travels through the worlds, taking the golden door per usual with warm bread wrapped nicely. The golden door leads her pops her out from the bottom of the well, and she grabs ahold of the rim and jumps up onto it. 

“Guten Morge---AAAA!” The blond loses her balance, eventually leaning forward and falling onto someone and she watches something tumbles from their hands.  “E-Eek!” She rolls off of him, but remains on her knees still.

“O-Oh no! What should I do? Are you okay? Can you hear me?!?” 

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[interludetorevenge]

@wolfram-von-friedhof † previously 

Wolfram stirs and, hearing the sob, turns over in bed. “Vatti?” he whispers. He only gets a whimper in reply. He must be dreaming, he thinks. Wolfram sits up from bed and leans over, gently placing a hand on Marchen’s shoulder.

“Vatti,” he calls softly, shaking his father a little to jostle him from sleep. His voice is unexpectedly calm and even. “Vatti, please, wake up.”

Had a certain presence still resided within him, they might have said Just push him off the bed; he’ll wake up. But then his Vatti would relive all those terrible memories of falling–of dying. Wolfram steels himself and shakes Marchen’s shoulder a little harder. “Vatti, it’s only a dream. Please wake up.”

This is too much, even him. He watches as the fusion of the girl he loved and the copy of her shatter. The pieces float away, out of reach.  I shouldn’t be alive, ah god–– similar negative thoughts swirl within his mind space. He’s becoming overwhelmed. It’s then a voice silences the rest, it’s soft initially, but it becomes louder, echoing within the darkness. 

‘Vatti.’ The voice–– it’s familiar, wait, he knows that voice. ‘Vatti, it’s only a dream. Please wake up.’ Another spotlight appears, he sees a silhouette of someone he loves dearly. The boy runs, even though the shadowy hands try to slow him. He wads through it till he reaches the figure, then goes to embrace him. Everything becomes white.

...Teary red eyes slowly open; another tear trickles down his cheeks. 

He takes a moment to compose himself. “....Wolfram.....” He turns back onto his back, then when he’s ready he slowly sits up. “I’m sorry, d.....did I wake you?”

[midnightwalkin]

@juniperblooded || m!a

The bell rang and Thomas quickly picked up his pace. He spent too much time reading in the back staircase, he was going to be late to class. While he quickly pushed his books inside his back, the teen didn't look up when he turned the corner.

Next thing he knew, his back was on the floor while books and paper scattered all around them.

"I-I'm sorry." He muttered quickly while pushing himself up