#udcathal

[udxivo-blog]

"No one has ever known anything—not really."

“And do you suggest this is because they refuse to retain the knowledge or have yet to be exposed to it?” Pivoting to cast a soft and questioning glance, his eyes give a once over to the individual a few paces behind, smile peaked to a partial fruition that illuminates his face, endearing, small like most expressions are on him. He stops contemplatively, feet coming to a still as he acquires a rock in the cradle of his palm, bouncing it in speculation before drawing it back and throwing it into the surrounding woods. The sound that ricochets back is a gentle crack, possibly the reverberation of its impact upon a trunk.

 “Persistence and patience is what we have to rely on when others refuse to see what we see, but how can someone understand if we do not show them? Unless this is what you’re going for, isolation of your thoughts from the conglomerate of others, then I don’t have much to offer since you would be successful in that feat.” Curious it seems, to think of people not willing to share themselves, after himself being raised by such a generous and giving community, but it would be an act of ignorance not to acknowledge that there were such individuals, too scorned by the world to accept it like he does. A secondary question; if that was the case, then what was it that could have scalded someone’s heart so severely, it refused to open?

[udxjack-blog]

tiddly winks | NYB

                                                            { @udcathal }

♞ -  Any proper courtier worth their salt knew that the very best parts of balls were the action behind the scenes. In smoky drawing rooms away from the mind numbing chatter and waltzes, they gathered, a shadowy force with sacks full of teeth. People were made or broken in these games and the Seymour heir was glad to give his best effort to uncover the kinds of secrets and ambitions the opposition might hold in the name of the One True Queen, even though it meant sacrificing his own enjoyment of vastly more charming company. 

Bending over the cherry wood table, mossy hues lined up his shot, carefully gauging each centimeter between his wink and the target. At last they glanced up to his opponent, brow arching above though his mouth remained firmly lacking in any humorous upturn. “Just what are we wagering here old chap? Obviously pride is on this table, but it’s downright dull if that’s all!” With measured care, the knave straightened slowly only to lean forward with palms against the cold surface. A chuckle threatened to tumble from the recesses of a lean throat as he admitted, “I have the distinct feeling everyone in this room, nay land, would greatly appreciate the loss of your— Can that even be rightfully called attire?”

With a disdainful shake of his head that set unruly locks tumbling and several tongue clicks more in line with a nagging mother than a rambunctious twenty year old, Jack swept a long appraising stare over the other. “All right then, name your bet. I’ve got mine.” 

[udjulianna-blog]

| we never go out of style; New Year’s Eve Ball |

           ✿~ In between hiding from the Red Queen’s watchful eyes and getting introduced to various people in her court, Julianna barely manages to acquire time for herself for a much needed breather. 

Gathering her silk skirts, she escapes into the balcony with a relieved sigh. She clearly has had enough of listening to Lady Matthews drone about her pet goldfish and if stayed another minute, the Liddell child might have stuffed the old lady’s mouth with the strawberry tart they were serving for dinner just to keep her quiet. 

The fresh air rejuvenates her waning energy and she basks in the muted noise of the party from where she sits on the marble bench. Watching the festivities from the outside brings an all new dimension to its grandeur-- one that she surely would not have noticed had she stayed inside. Out here, she is able to marvel at the colorful lights as they filter out from the double doors of the balcony and it is their iridescence that casts a glow on the familiar company she had not spot earlier. 

“I was wondering when you were going to show up until I thought you wouldn’t at all, Mr. Handsome Savior.” 

[ @udcathal ] 

[udxjack-blog]

❝Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now.❞

♞ - “Har de har har, yes, go on and have a nice long laugh at Jack in the box.” Gangly limbs struggled within their colorful confines, annoyed tone muffled by the wood. Of course, he hardly expected help. Jack had not suddenly forgotten where he was. Scraped knuckles knocked against each side, desperately hoping for some mechanism to disarm the trap.

Going on a dangerous expedition to the dollhouse had seemed so romantic last night when he had just a bit too much heroism pumping through mischievous veins. It practically served him right to be entangled in this ridiculous little fiasco. Exasperated, the noble finally yelled, more out of frustration than any expectation of a rescue, “So, any thoughts on smashing me the hell out of this letter block before starvation and thirst get me or am I too entertaining right now?”

[udevie-blog]

❝Trust me, mine is better.❞

His words were challenging and Evie felt rather amused by them. She didn’t know the male or why she was even having a conversation about talent skills, especially since the conversation had nothing to do with herself. But if someone wanted to attempt to impress her with a unique ability, then who was she to stop them right?

“Better you say? Would you care to prove it?”