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                                                       && protagoniistic​ ;; Hideaway

            It was a wonder to have been freed. Truly, my eyes hadn’t lain upon the              brightness of day in such a very long while, the fact I could walk in the             light or breathe the fresh air is a wondrous feeling indeed. The light of             day, the scent of the trees, even with their nettlesome complaints of             others in their land. 

         I’ve truly lost count of the days I was locked away, years, according to             one of those who freed me from the confinement of my cell. Moved a few             times, I was, but never without coverage over my head, nor without being             dragged along under close watch of the Count. I’d been trapped, & as such,             I truly believed I’d remain as such for the rest of my days. However few or             many there might have been, the thought alone was upsetting. But, then, I             was freed by the woman, & afterwards, she said I may leave if I desire; on             account of my being unable to tell who allowed my freedom.             Freedom had become such an illogical belief, yet, now, here it is. &, now,             I may fulfill what my original intentions of returning to this world were. Finally,             I may find my own way of undoing the horrid crimes placed against me by             none other than Count Olaf himself, &, find my way back home. &, while I              had arrived to find my sister as well, with the news I had received prior..             it seems as if that may never occur. Perhaps it is what would be best. After             all, what could I provide for her, let alone her unborn child.              Then, a voice comes to my attention. Young, certainly. Perhaps not too             much older than my dear Beatrice’s daughter. Certainly not in appearance             when I turn & view her countenance. For certain, this must be her, the              very true saviour of the story itself. 

                           ❛ Alice Kingsleigh, I presume? The true saviour. My                            name is Lemony Snicket. I’m searching for information                            on various people, & was to meet with her Majesty some                            time ago. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. ❜

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gearsinherhead

            ❝It's... rather difficult to explain the exact reality of our               relationship.❞ For me, at least. Sure, many reminders of my love exist still. Her daughter is no exception to the fact. I am one who understands her wishes particularly well. If I were in her place, however, I wouldn't have tried as hard to find my siblings as she. I knew they'd be able to rescue themselves. Only, now they're both gone, as I was just a  smidgen too late, a phrase which here means "was caught behind while documenting the Baudelaires', too much so that I was unable to rescue my elder siblings from their misfortunes that stole their lives from them." Violet deserves the truth, however. No matter  how painful it may be to me to recall it, she is my love's daughter. She deserves to know what Beatrice and I went through, for better or for worse.             ❝It started with her father. Led to a hayride on bark. It               had ended a worse way than I could have imagined,               really. Though, what was to be expected. I was hardly               thirteen when we met, and the mystery of her.. That               mystery was worth more to solve to me than the original               assignment my chaperone and I were assigned to.❞ And, quite possibly, the only mystery that was worth solving. At least to my young mind. Solve the mystery of Ellington, all else would come together at last. Though, the end was far more different than I had planned. From her name to her reasons, all was far more different than I believed possible.