#udophelia

[udxalexandra-blog]

"How could I believe someone like you?"

She was right. She wouldn’t believe herself either in this situation, especially since she was related to the “evil queen of hearts”. But Alexandra was in desperate need for the girl to believe her.

“You’ve got to believe me! I promise you, I’m nothing like my mother! Although we are related, I assure you we’ve got nothing else in common!”

[udxjulian-blog]

“Foolish.”

Foolish? His mind scrambled for reasons as to why the other would call him such a word. Mouth opening but then chose to shut again as he simply tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Why would I deserve such a word to be directed at me?” His tone hostile as he stared at the other.

Sure, Julian was considered naive at times considering his life now revolved around caring for his sister and their home so his visit to the outside was not very often. At least, not as often as he hoped it’d be. “I have yet to do anything to deserve such a rude name directed at me,” he stated, eyes reflecting confusion.

[udxvihren-blog]

"It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see."

sentence prompts : { open }

"Ah, how regretful...” 

Vihren, clad in full armour, felt the helmet too heavy for his head more often than not. A tale or two often made his spirits feel a little lighter, his strength returning to him slightly as he continued to listen to the story she began to weave as he made sure that the saddle upon Charlie’s back was secure -- who, for once, remained still as well, as if intent on listening to the good lady Ophelia.

But the knight would not push the lady into continuing if it was no longer her intention to, despite Charlie beginning to grow uneasy once again.

“I do thank you for your time, Lady Ophelia. It does feel like it’s been a good while since I’ve had your company! -- or perhaps...I have been wandering too often around the border lately...”

[udpolaris-blog]

“What more do you want from me?”

“Huh..?” It comes out of his mouth, a few seconds the latter had approached him. He doesn’t remember asking anyone for anything, nor owing anyone. So, he stood there dumbfounded.

“What does she want?” What does he, himself, want from her?

Alasdair thinks but, without noticing, he spoke his mind. Loud and clear. He gives her a curious glance, awaiting for her reply.

[udcathal-blog]

.standoff | cathal&ophelia

response to @udophelia‘s post here!

FEAR HAS NO place in cathal’s heart. people who are frightened are ones who have something to lose. he doesn’t, save for his life, and even that is transcendental. unimportant. he is nothing but a cog in a larger machine. and yet as a cog, he can’t understand why anyone would consider him a target fit for elimination. unless it the dollmaker they consider an enemy—and if that is the case, then cathal cannot allow this to continue any further. 

 A HINT OF a smirk dances on his lips as the woman counters, and he knows he has her (if only for a moment). conversation is the first step to turning the tables and gaining the upper hand. to keep someone talking is to expose their weaknesses one by one. “why, they’re heroes, are they not?” cathal raises a hand to show the jacks arrayed between his fingers, a warning that he is not as defenseless as he may seem. “dying for a cause… it’s awfully romantic. better, i think, than dying for nothing at all.” eyes widening in mock surprise, he shakes his head. “but don’t take this as a personal attack, miss. many of you don’t know what you’re fighting for.” it is one insecurity he has never had.

“UNFORTUNATELY, I FIND myself disinclined to take orders from you,” cathal says. his low, breathy tone is equal parts provoking and something else altogether, carrying a hint and promise within it. “especially since we both know you don’t want to harm me.”