#theworldsheruledalone

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    ♔| “Pardon?” 

  The young woman had not been sure if that soft voice she adored so much had voiced such a thing. Be treated as someone else? Is that what she wished? Naturally, Lea had every right in her mind to settle any wish or desire her loved ones asked of her. Yet, to hear something such as this to be one of those wishes was something to regard carefully.

  “Miss Ada, may I ask… what’s wrong with who you are now?” She inquired with a curious tone. Thankfully, the library of the Academy always seemed to be empty around this time of the day, so she could rely on their previous moments here to be just as private as any other. “You are wonderful, just the way you are… Why on earth would you wish otherwise?”

 Perhaps she did not want to be burdened with nobility? or was there more to it..?

  Her small hand reached out to trace a pale finger across the noblewoman’s cheek. Her touch was gentle, not wishing to taint the older woman in any way with her own impure, street-rat blood.

  “Is there something on your mind you wish to tell me?”

    Legs slowly curled in beneath her, her green hues having searched every space availability just to avoid the concern that the raven would shoot in her direction. The words had fallen out like a burden finally being raised. There hadn't been any tears that accumulated at the corners of her eyes, just the sudden look of disappointment. Ada assumed that her thoughts had gotten the best of her. 

    Heavily swallowing the words that urged to come up in order to support her statement, Ada finally looked to her love. What wasn't there about her that she'd like to change? Perhaps she would keep her individuality intact, but other than that... her status got in the way, her tendency to become a victim than a hero, everything else. 

    Again, Ada recoiled into herself just before the touch of a careful finger grazed over her face. She hated being in these moods, especially when she was around Lea. Times like these were moments for them to laugh and talk about their life long aspirations -- the happiest things. "I don't like being a noble, because sooner or later it'll tear me away from you," Ada muttered. "A-and I don't like feeling so powerless because I've got other people to protect me. I want to protect myself -- do something myself. The one time I had done something myself, it never worked."

    Pained and frustrated, Ada shot her gaze back up to Lea. Her dainty, frail hand reached out to clutch and intertwine into the other's. "I tried to bring Oz back with occult activities and it never worked. I thought that if I kept trying and trying, I'd at least be able to talk to him. I-- now I can't stop. Especially now that he is back. I guess it's the only thing that I've put enough faith in to make me feel powerful."

     Power wasn't exactly what she aspired for, now that she thought of it. All she wanted was to feel independent.

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   ♔| Lea didn’t really have a comment on the winter, at least whether she liked it or not. Temperature never really was a bother for her. No, the only thing that could come close to something she disliked was, to put it bluntly, her Mother. In fact, the girl had been walking back from the Hospital after having stayed there for the past week. Her Mother was a drunk, and she was a punching bag. It had been that way ever since Father left. A soft, tired sigh escaped the girl’s rosy lips, then all at once her world spun and she hit the floor. A BLURRY

 flutter of white barely missed her eye as she stood back up on weak legs, and ignoring the rather rude snap from the stranger whom she collided with, the noirette took her care in gathering the rest of the man’s music sheets before handing them over timidly. Seeing as though there was nothing more to it, Lea nodded silently and turned away, burying her pale face into the fluffy scarf around her neck.

Elliot huffs, folding his papers together and shoving them into an inside pocket, before gasping, his eyes widening, when he noticed bruises peeking out from beneath the woman's scarf. Had he hurt her? He rushes after, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "H-Hey! Wait! Are you okay!?" he asks, panicking a little over the thought of injuring another person.

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   ♔| A soft sigh was made in response as small arms pulled the noble closer.

Elliot smiles, wrapping his arms around the raven's frame, burying his face in her hair.

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    Doing her usual rounds around campus, she allowed herself to be comforted by the silence of the halls. The lights of the school would soon be blown out and students were expected to be at rest in their own dormitories. Ada had leeway with the rule, having been chosen as the prefect to monitor any lingering or lost students. There had been a number of times she had to break up couples and write them up for the administration, but other than that -- most nights were quiet.

    A master key gently swung around her finger as two kittens circled and skipped around her. They mewled and fought with one another, simply enjoying the time free time they had to roam. Ada was currently headed to a particular corridor of the school which led the way to the vast library that the academy was well known for.  She knew of someone who, more than not, lost track of time while being accompanied by a book of choice.

    Ada pushed open the door, pursing her lips. The doors closed behind her without a moan of rusty door hinges. "Y-you know there's a curfew, right?" Ada called out, looping through a few aisles. Eventually she heard the friction of pages being rubbed together as they were flipped. Her kittens were the first to locate it, but her pursuit came shortly after. A tired smile complimented her calm demeanor. "Leo, you know Elliot is probably waiting for you back in the dorms. I-.. I'd rather he not get mad at me for letting you stay."

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♔| “Master?” Her eyes glance up towards the noble, trying to work out where this had sprung from. Had word travelled that far? Taking the fairest care she could, clearly not wanting to suddenly blurt out something Elliot wasn’t even aware of. He hadn’t been around so much, so it could be a number of things he was asking.   “It’s nothing, Master. Things have just been troublesome lately.”

Elliot watches Lea, clearly unconvinced that it was nothing. "What's wrong?" he questions sternly. He was worried about the raven, wanted to know what was going on. "Lea, talk to me," the nobleman half orders, half pleas. He knew he hadn't been around much, but he could tell that it certainly wasn't nothing. He just wanted to know what was wrong.

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"Jabberwock...?" A gentle hand upon a frail shoulder and the Duchess clicked her tongue in concern. "Are you... okay?"

Jabberwock nodded and forced a smile. “Yes, Mistress…I’m fine.” He whispers, head down and refusing to look at her so she wouldn’t catch his lie.

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♔| Leo lowers her hands when Elliot offered to help, in all honesty, she was very close to rejecting the offer. She was his valet! Not the other way around! But the noir wasn’t really up for arguments, and instead, she let her head hang low for her Master, staying bitterly silent until he’d finished. “… Thank you..” The appreciation was quiet, soft even. She just felt so useless sometimes. Sighing lightly, the raven tipped back her head and allowed the shower’s water to bath her small form. She couldn’t exactly smother herself in soap because she was still in her binding and panties, and with Elliot in here, they were never coming off. After a small while, the noir turned to the Nightray and closed the space for a small moment as delicate fingers began picking bits of eggshell off of the older’s toned form. “You look as bad as Humpty Dumpty after the fall.” She teased weakly.

"It's fine," Elliot mumbles, watching Leo rinse the soap off, before huffing a little, at the nickname others seemed to have given him, for some reason, though he could never figure it out. After a moment, he smiles a little, looking away, never able to get seriously angry at Leo or for very long. He quickly brushes off the rest of the eggshell off of himself, before picking out a few more pieces out of his valet's hair. After that, he steps out of the shower, mumbling to the raven behind him. "You can just finish up, if you want." He reaches for a towel, patting himself down and wrapping it around his waist.

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  “That right?” Sharing pain? Now there’s a thought. “..Tell me, bird, how much pain must one of us receive in order for the other to feel it?” Her words tried to stay on the borderline of casualness, as if she was holding the topic of the weather, or something of the sort. “Or can you feel anything? Like this?” Keeping her nails at a fair length had always been a weakness, considering she’d been disguised as a man for the past.. for a long time. So, flexing her delicate fingers, she pressed her nails against her wrist, at least until small petals of red had seeped. “Well?” 

Jabberwock glared at his Contractor and he smiled. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the numerous scars from previous contracts. "Arms are numb to me, I'm sorry to inform you." He raised his hand to press his frigid hand against her cheek. "Why do you think my hands are so cold? Such a low circulation hits my hands anymore." He clicked his tongue and made sure to tug at her hair roughly. "So, I'll remind you one more time. I may be your Chain and I may have to follow your orders, but it in no circumstances means that this bastard inside me will. So, watch your step because otherwise you'll end up left on a hill like Zeus did to Prometheus and you can't die..."