#takealookfall

[andessence]

@takealook-fall​ // starter call (accepting) // for dea

Her coach is reluctant to deposit her in the wretched fairgrounds at this time of night, certainly, but Josiana’s will is not to be tested, and servants know as much. She doesn’t even notice the unsavory characters that haunt the neighborhood, let alone fear them. She orders the driver to content himself with waiting by  the horses as she hurries through the muddied street to the blessed site of today’s MIRACLE, a dingy caravan with the words “Ursus’ Potions, Lotions, & Puppetry” (of all places!) and raps determinedly on the door. 

She can still feel in flashes of heat the press of hands on her body, the slide of teeth over her lips, and it renders her insistence on admission all the more acute. ‘He must come back here,’ she assures herself to combat the memory of  L O S S . ‘He’ll come back, and I’ll be waiting for him here.’

“Open up. Oh, open up, can’t you hear?”

[mvndrvke-archive]

@takealook-fall​ liked for a starter! MUSE(s) : nina & alyssa greene

"Okay, you know I love you,” Alyssa says, looking at Nina on her couch. “But I’m getting kinda’ worried here with the whole sleeping long hours on my couch with no explanation thing. Are you okay?”

[lyresung]

@takealook-fall​ liked for a starter! muses : christine & meg

"What’s he like?” Meg can’t help but be curious. Christine’s life seems so mysterious to her, something much more complicated and interesting than Meg’s own life, or the lives they’d had as children. Her dark eyes turn up to look at Christine as they sit together, stretching after rehearsal. “The angel of music. What’s he like?”

[parents-of-dust-and-ashes]

[ @takealook-fall ]

THE ROOM was bright, lights glittering everywhere and bouncing off of the walls. Milo was almost overwhelmed by it all. He wasn’t used to social events like this one, had never been to so much as a party before. There were so many people wandering about, laughing, smiling, socializing. Milo wasn’t sure that he belonged here. He was used to working in his own little office, serving as Mr. Burr’s secretary, filling out paperwork and doing as he was told, keeping his head down. He’d never expected to be invited to a place like this, he’d never thought he would be expected to socialize and make small-talk with important people. He was quite out of his comfort zone with all of this and he was certain that he didn’t look like he belonged there at all. He was wearing his nicest outfit, which wasn’t very nice at all, not when compared to the fancy suits of those around him. He felt so out of place and awkward, not knowing what to do with himself. 

He spotted Mr. Burr from across the room and decided to stick besides those he already knew. He made his way to the man, taking notice of the girl standing beside him. She bore a striking resemblance to the man, her eyes almost matching his exactly. He found himself staring at her before he caught himself, a light blush growing across his cheeks as he ducked his head, not wanting to appear rude. He glanced up awkwardly and muttered a small apology. “You’re Mr. Burr’s daughter, aren’t you?” He asked, hoping that he wasn’t being rude or was somehow mistaken. 

[skyfulcfstars]

@takealook-fall​ continued from x.

       “i don’t wanna go.” she murmurs. it’s a stark truth; if persephone had her way, she’d stay below forever. be a proper wife, all year round. things would be easier, then. always easier. instead, she has to tend to the mortals who rely on her to bring the harvest, to ensure not so many end up down here in the underworld. she’s their goddess either way, alive or dead. she smiles softly as he kisses her fingers, and she tries to ingrain the feeling into her skin because she knows she ain’t gonna get it for six months. “---will you come up top? and visit?”

[andessence]

@takealook-fall / gwyn & jojo starter call (accepting!) song: ‘only a clown’

He doesn’t need to grasp at Dea so, not for her own benefit at least. The rocking of the boat has been something they both struggled with, but Dea has been able to find wood beneath her fingers to keep her steady. Gwynplaine can’t keep the world from spinning even when he clutches at the deck’s railings; the lack of his CRIMSON LETHE is what evokes this vertigo. His pain is twice what it had been only days ago, and he swings wildly between crystal clarity of sense and a muddle that debilitates him for hours with shaking, nausea, flashes of burning heat and then freezing cold... No, it is certainly for him that he holds so fast to Dea as the vessel rocks this way and that and reveals bit by bit through its progress something in the distance. “Land, at last,” he rejoices. “I can see a bold new horizon. Today’s the day.”

[andessence]

@takealook-fall // starter call // for dea

“We’ve left town by now,” he murmurs to the form reclined against the rocking wall of the wagon. His eyes turn from the thickening trees, drawn to the familiar face dappled now and then by the sunlight through the leaves which pours in through the window he sits at. His fingers negotiate with the sway of the cart for a straight line of thread through the seam of a shirt. 

The observation isn’t to inform her — he knows she can hear well enough the twitter of the birds that has replaced the buzz of the market — but to express his own slight relief. Passing along the wooded road meant a reprieve, for at least a few days, from the spectacle of their show. It meant REST for his aching mind and body.

“Father says it’s three days to Cheltenham.”

[andessence]

@takealook-fall​ // call. (always accepting for moritz lol)

“It certainly is a surprise——! Wendla Bergmann, about in the woods alone. ... I suppose I am also about in the woods alone. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Moritz CRINGES. An apologetic laugh makes her duck her head. She never knows if she can talk like this with the girls — if she can joke with them. Thea is obstinately judgmental, Martha is quiet and intense... But Wendla was once a particular friend; she, Moritz, Melchi, and Ilse had had a unique camaraderie. Maybe it’s foolish, but she hopes that Wendla remembers and  m i s s e s  those simpler times as she does.