Well well look who showed up, the biggest walking brother complex.
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Well well look who showed up, the biggest walking brother complex.
@overlyattachedbrother|| The truth hurts sometimes
Jack stared at the people surrounding him right now. Not everything went exactly according to the plan. It was still a bit too soon for the truth to be revealed. As expected from the great Duke Barma, huh? Jack couldn't help but chuckle, feeling slightly impressed by the redhead's decryption skills. Also, it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Arthur, almost making a fool out of the blond man. Ah, even one hundred years after his death, he actually managed to get him. But then again, it could be worse, they could discover the truth earlier. Now it was the time to answer the questions, that dear little Oz wanted to know so badly. Retracing the memories of all what happened one hundred years ago in Sablier, suddenly a sharp pain struck his heart. Of course he always remembered, but now, it felt almost like he could reach out to people from his past. The snowy day he first met her. How he would wish it to be reality, not just a piece of bittersweet memories. "Don't go" he always whispered, watching her going back home. As opposite to his previous feelings, now he only felt disgust, remembering about what he was doing for eight years straight just to be able to find her. And then there was a happiness that could not be described with words alone upon finding her. And then again-the day he learned about her death, and the scene the stuffed bunny showed him in Alice's tower. At this very moment, all these different feelings were fighting in his head, even thought it doesn't matter which one wins at that point. It all just made him even more determined to fulfill his plans.
However, as the vision of a little blond boy with one eye gold, and the other one red appeared in his mind, he focused on him and thought about him for a while. Such a cheerful little fellow he was. It wasn't hard for Jack to earn his trust. Making him feel that he was accepted was enough. Was it a lie, when the man told him that he liked his red eye? No, it was actually the truth, it reminded him about her. But then again, it was just another step in his master plan. The boy was just too gullible. He cared so much about his older brother, poor little thing. So naive, that sending Miranda with a bulshit fairy tale about how to 'rescue' little Gilbert from non-existet danger was enough to convince Vince to open the Doors. The blond wondered how Vincent reacts at the fact that it was actually Jack himself, who had hurt Gilbert that time. But now, there is no time for thinking about the past. Everyone knows the truth, so it's time for the final move, early or not.
overlyattachedbrother
ღ;; A time-check occurred as Ada took a glance up at the garden's petite clock tower. 5 minutes to go. Taking a deep breath, she remained seated on the bench, her hands fidgeting in anxiety as she kept them clasped in her lap. And it was then that a sudden wave of doubt flooded her mind. This was where they were meant to meet, right? He wouldn't have forgotten, would he? Had she gotten the date or time mixed up---? Before she could continue with the pointless questions that popped up every few milliseconds in her head, the noblewoman heard footsteps approaching, not seeming too far away at all. Raising her head, she allowed a gentle smile to cloud any doubts that still lingered on her mind upon spotting whom she had been waiting for. Speaking with a gentle, unwavering tone in an attempt to disguise her nervousness, Ada addressed the man, "..You're early, Vincent."
OUO
◊ | “…I don’t really have anything to say, but…perhaps it’s how you can tolerate someone as stupid as Seaweed Head.”
5 little birds singing
The Baskerville duke cracked his fingers, small pops coming from the joints, before shuffling the sheet music in front of him and beginning to play. His fingers danced over the keys with a practiced fluidity, his eyes closing as he melted into the sound of his music.
unum-lucentis / motheroftheabysslacie / ask-cottonfluff / overlyattachedbrother / thecourageouswarrior
It was a particularly nice day today, and having no sorts of responsibilities that he felt like doing, Souji found himself lying outside. This time, however, he wasn't alone. Where would be the fun in that? So instead, he was playing around with one of the neighborhood cats. This was better than any person anyway, cats were all cuddly and cute and it felt funny when they licked his face.