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@thirteenthface
“ Oh Doctor.. “ He’s not sure what’s happened to them, why every time the other looks at him it’s as though he’s seeing a ghost. Still his heart aches, inching closer until he can reach out to take the others hand. It’s a new face but it’s still his best friend.
“ What have you done? “
I saw you used to rp Alois, I used to rp Sebastian years ago too :D
I didn’t know that xD Alois is my favorite character of all of time of Kuroshitsuji. Seriously, I love everything about him and feel so bad about that bloody ending of the season 2 I never recover. Ah Sebastian is charming and carry on many funny moments while teasing Ciel or be a overall badass.
Nice to know fandoms can collide years after <3
@thirteenthface
“Well at least some things never change. You keep looking younger, and you always show up after shit goes down.”
Revelry
The wind tore chaos through her hair and clothing as the world took tangible form around her, solidifying beneath her feet, anchoring itself into a clutter of shape and color, scent and sound.
Her hands closed over the railing in front of her, cool rusted metal chilling the skin of her palms, and Evelyn leaned forward to survey her surroundings. She had emerged on a balcony overlooking a cobbled street, lined with aging buildings, weathered and cracked but still standing strong. Below surged a cacophonous throng of people clothed in fluttering swathes of bright blues, greens, purples, reds and yellows and shimmering gold and silver, every hue imaginable. She could feel the celebratory atmosphere coursing through the crowd. In the distance, music played, raucous and pounding and piped from some unseen location, and many of the people below danced to it. To Evelyn it all seemed to be a jarring, discordant frenzy, like a Bacchanal, drowning her senses-- yet a part of her longed to immerse in it, to dive in and seek release and freedom and peace in unbridled revelry, celebrating, for just a moment, nothing in particular. Eat, drink, and be merry-- for tomorrow we die!
She had been a refugee for too long. Would she ever stop feeling hunted? She felt so... alien now. Everywhere she went-- displaced. Extraneous.
Not that it mattered.
Tired of caution, tired of hiding, uncaring if anybody saw her, she closed her eyes and again and focused, breathing slowly, letting her consciousness dip deeper and deeper, seconds melting into minutes until she felt the familiar sensation of shifting space envelop her. She had been practicing a lot lately, and she was getting better at it, quicker at it, but it still took a good degree of meditative centering to cross that threshold. Directing with her will, she flitted in and out of reality so quickly she scarcely saw the in-between. She alighted in the midst of the crowd like a windblown sylph rising out of a maelstrom, head held high, dark eyes sliding over the faces surrounding her as a brazen smile touched her lips.
“And what are we celebrating, then?” she asked no one in particular.
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@thirteenthface
“My back is not perhaps the safest position to be, I suggest to my left, it’s far more comfortable and you can see my good side.”
❛ -- NOT sure I’d be able to see it over all that ego. You know what I mean, Doctor, I’ve got your back. Since when have I EVER cared about ‘ safe ‘ ?? ❜
"I just don't care anymore."
Violent and Dark starters
@thirteenthface
“Liar.” Clara stared hard at the Doctor, arms folded and jaw clenched. The first rule of the Doctor’s philosophy was that he always cared. The second was that he didn’t want to, but that only happened when the universe showed how little it cared about him in return.
“You always care. That’s who you are.That’s why people across the universe worship you: for your kindness. And this thing you're doing, whatever you want to call it, is a disservice to the people who have faith in you.”
Megan, there may or may not be an escaped convict by the name of Jack the Ripper in your bed right now. I may or may not have let him in there. I also may or may not have allowed him to eat your yoghurt.
Megan blinked twice and shook her head. “At this point I’m not even surprised. How long is he going to be crashing with us and can I use one of the guest rooms.”
“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”
Villain and Hero starters
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“As long as it takes.” A long time ago, the Doctor had taught her that it was the duty of the strong to protect the weak. If that meant getting a little bloodied up during a “negotiation” between rebels and their government, so be it.
“You see what their emperor is like. These people are innocents who have broken their backs for him while he hardly bats an eye.” She interrupted herself with a hiss as she daubed a wet cloth on where the emperor’s sword had slashed her palm. “How could I--how could you ever leave them to suffer?”
She scoffed. “This is the first blood I’ve actually shed. I promise I don’t like it.”
