#lvndersbloom

[storybroke]

from  deep  within  bones  scarred  by  a  life  which  he  could  no  longer  recall,   something  about  old  friends–   whether  from  then  or  now–  drove  a  deep  longing  from  his  gut.  there  was  someone  he  was  missing  ...  then  and  now,  and  this  ball?  it  only  made  that  longing  grow;  twisting  him  up  inside  as  it  desperately  clambered  it's  way  up  his  throat.  only  drowned  downward  with  a  steady  flood  of  party  drinks  down  his  tongue.   "  wyatt,  "  seig  greets  the  other  based  on  attire  only,   recognizing  that  look  despite  the  masks  which  conceal  their  identities.  he  supposes  he  could  pick  his  friend  out  of  a  crowd  of  hundreds  with  only  a  glance  if  he  must,   but  that  was  simply  what  made  them  unique;  something  which  seigfried  had  come  to  admire  since  their  time  in  high  school.

CLOSED STARTER ... @lvndersbloom : SEIG & WYATT

[untale]

starter for jinyu klau of @grimmtale and dylan graham of @lvndersbloom. featuring viviane myricks at their home.

"hey, we're going to have fun. let's not let anything ruin it." sprawled over her bed like she had no better place to be, viviane tried to garner some more enthusiasm, an all too laid back approach toward the evening despite her own reservations. there was only one thing that could tarnish it, and that was enchanted falls very own 'darling mayor'. she watched the others put on their final touches, dragging out herself getting changed into something more befitting for the occasion in the meantime. "and if anything does . . . i have a stash of the finest liquor i could get my hands on, we can have our own party!"

[thehoutman]

@lvndersbloom:

she   looks   up   ,      at   long   last   ,      at   his   voice   .

“ huntsman   . ”

when   snow   was   just   a   young   maiden   ,      he’d   taken   her   to   the   woods   to   tear   out   her   heart   and   serve   it   to   her   stepmother   .      of   course   ,      rather   than   do   so   -   instead   he’d   warned   her   and   had   her   flee   -   but   still   the   image   of   him   haunts   her   .      the   image   of   what   might’ve   been   .      still   ,      he’d   survived   the   queen   .      that   ,      to   chariya   ,      is   the   biggest   shock   of   all   .      she’d   wept   over   his   actions   -   believing   he’d   sacrificed   himself   to   see   her   safe   ,      but   it   would   seem   she’d   wept   over   nothing   .      

she   should   trust   him   ,      she   should   .      above   all   else   ,      she   is   sure   he   means   her   no   harm   .      but   still   .   .      “ what   .   .   .   what   is   it   ?    ”

------HE UNDERSTOOD HER apprehension. if he were a vicious man he might revel in it, but the complexity of the huntsman had always lay with his asocial tendencies. once upon a time he'd been raised by a mother that kept him purposely sheltered from the world (to protect him from a card reading he knew nothing of, as it turned out). his icy cold demeanor was nothing more than a result of the sheltered life he'd led ---quite simply, the huntsman didn't know how to be a chatty creature. it was much easier to while away his time with animals he'd either befriended or hunted.

so why had he spared snow white? he wasn't a monster. he'd never been on board with the idea of murdering a human (lest they threatened him, and he spoke very little of that one particular scuffle), and at least when he hunted his game it was for a purpose. when he'd discovered that the queen's target was nothing more than a woman ---barely a woman, nearly a child, he was disgusted. of course he spared her. but it had not been enough to spare him the title of VILLAIN, apparently.

---so he understood her apprehension. if he were in her place, he'd be apprehensive, too. still ---he wondered what swift vengeance would be eventually wrought upon him. (until then he'd spoil his cat and make his little figurines). " commission. well, sample of. the mayor wants me to make something for them. there's a wood sample in there. once it's okayed ... i can make what they want. " nothing interesting. just work ... for what that was, now.