#udvictorique

[udevie-blog]

❝the rumors are terrible and cruel. but, honey, most of them are true.❞

Her eyes narrowed at the statement and if she had no self control she’d probably be displaying a nervous habit right about now. Rumors were the one thing the princess tried to avoid. Although the other’s strange comment had gotten her mind reeling, she wasn’t too sure what she was talking about. The odd thing about Evie’s thoughts though, was the fact that they lingered on one word. Honey. She felt rather insulted really, and she couldn’t quite explain why.

“I hardly think we are acquainted enough for you to be calling me honey. There are plenty of other terms you could use. Also, if you want to start a conversation with me you should be a little more specific on what you’re saying.”

[udbalthazar-blog]

“ c'mon, try to guess what. ”

balthazar’s collected demeanor is shattered in front of the cat lady, looking even flustered for he’s not able to send her off. he is too keen to his duty and victorique disturbs it. it is supposed to be a very simple errand which would cause him no trouble at all, however, he never counted on one of holloway’s offspring. balthazar doesn’t have anything specific against the cheshire cat or their children, but he must admit that living with mysterious grins and riddles isn’t his favorite way to spend an evening. 

he tries to dismiss her a lot of time, treating her silently in hopes she will get bored of him and end up leaving, but that doesn’t seem to be happening soon. so he leaves an inaudible sigh and his tongue wets his lips as the butler turns to face the cat in her human form. he finds support behind him, his hands resting against the counter while his face doesn’t show the friendliest of expressions. he isn’t impolite or seem angry, but he is ice cold and his right eye almost look as dead as the left one. 

“miss, if you excuse me” the long haired guy starts, so politely it feels there’s no personal touch to his voice at all, as if it was an ordinary record. “i’m not fond of riddles, not do i pride myself of being good with them” balthazar’s hands come to rest beside his body once again as he continues. “i suggest you find someone willing to guess this you say to me”

[udknox-blog]

“—Oblivious”

(@udvictorique)

Christian has only been able to transform until recently, so it was no wonder that here he is, sneaking in Queensland to meet his friend as a kitten. Largely different from his siblings and Father, Christian’s animal form was tiny, and lacking the characteristics of a Holloway, apart from his glowing and sparkling silver eyes. With a ribbon around his neck, given to him by Cecil, he jumped, squeezed, and slipped into the nook and crannies that leads to the gardens. 

The baby holloway’s favorite game would be hide and seek, most probably since he could make himself disappear at will, something that should be deemed unfair, but who could say that when being looked at by innocent sparkling eyes? 

Hiding behind bushes and statues, the kitten easily slipped past the card guards with ease, taking it as hide and seek with a giggle, which almost got a rise out of a few guards, yelling there was a trespasser. Muffling down another giggle, the kitten proceeded to move around the maze, sniffing to see if he could smell his dear friend, but a particular scent has his ears perking up, and on instinct, shot to the direction of the familiar scent, 

“big sister!”