#udxkillian

[udxalexandra-blog]

“Do you trust me?”

With brows furrowed in confusion she answered “How do I know I can trust when you just suddenly appeared out of nowhere, disappeared and then reappeared again? And most importantly I don’t even know your name!”

She didn’t mean to sound aggressive, in fact she was just kind of scared since this is the first encounter she has ever had with a cheshire cat.

[udxjack-blog]

❝If you live like that, you live with ghosts.❞

♞ -Decay lay heavy in the dank air. Mossy tones rested on the makeshift grave of his father while Jack’s knees soaked up dew from the grass. “And what’s so bad about living with ghosts?” An icy stare fixed on the other, single brow arching above and mouth fixed into a tight line. Painstakingly slowly, the knave rose, keeping eye contact. “I suppose you think it’s silly to let the past cling to our heels, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” In the next second a gamine-like grin cracked the stern demeanor and gaiety bounced in hazel shades once more.

Sweeping a crimson cloak more tightly around willowy form the young man strode away from the dispiriting sight, tossing over his shoulder. “It’s always so dramatic with you kitties. One would think for something so inconsistent you’d be a lot less judging.”

[udxvihren-blog]

❝You don’t know about me, but i’ll bet you want to.❞

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“I don’t mean to be...mean, Mister Killian,” he began, rubbing a sponge down the metal-covered leg as he sat by a tree stump. It would do him no good to be seen with blood on his armour, and it wouldn’t exactly harbour trust with others. All he had done was fight off some animal or another that seemed absolutely intent on refusing to heed any of Vihren’s requests for it to stop attacking him (please). He had been given no other choice to fight back.

“But can’t this wait another time? I am in the middle of cleaning my armour, as you can see.” He smiled underneath the helmet that he kept on, and continued to speak, dipping the sponge in the bucket of warm water, and repeating his previous actions. 

“Though I would be more than happy to get to know you -- in about a few minutes, if another meeting will no longer be possible. I’ve grown to learn, Mister Killian, that your kind aren’t the type to...ah...remain anywhere for any-when!”

[udxjulian-blog]

“Foolish.”

Eyes brimming with tears as he stared back at the male standing over him. Julian’s fingers gripped the hem of his shirt as the single word was directed at him. “Foolish?” He repeated, questioning if he had heard right, despite knowing deep down that he did. His heart clenched in pain as his mind grew numb from the words exchanged before.

“For thinking that I could trust you?” He whispered, a lone tear escaping from its confinements before roughly swiping at it. He despised showing signs of weakness, but now that he had, the hatred directed at him only increased. “I told you everything,” he spoke, words raising a notch as he stiffly stood up, “I thought that you would understand. That it was all right to open up to you.”

Maybe the latter was right, Julian was a foolish male. Foolish and naive enough to trust another person with his thoughts and emotions.

[udbalthazar-blog]

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

balthazar raises his eyes to the holloway child, only emotionless blinking when looking at him, it is a funny question for balthazar rarely felt he could trust anyone. he barely trusted himself at all and so one can imagine how difficult it is for the eldest bianchi to lay his trust in another person. the other male doesn’t offer him any direct threats, though he isn’t so reckless anymore as to use it as a parameter on who he trusts. a person who shows to be friendly in one day can just easily turn around and stab your back. in order to keep serving to the white queen and her family, balthazar must as well ensure his safety - and most importantly, keep his mouth shut whenever it’s not needed for him to say anything. 

a few seconds tick away until he opens his mouth and takes a breath to answer the eldest child of the cheshire cat. his shifts the weight of his body to another leg and brushes his hair off his red eye. “it is very simple, cat” he says in a practical, almost bored tone. “for once, i don’t think your grins and your tales can be trusted. your father can bring more confusion to the creatures than help and i don’t think one can be too different from their parents” he pauses. “i need not uncertainty in my job - not any more than i already get” 

the rabbit circles the other male, his hand playing with the ring placed on his pinky while he ponders for more time.  “i also don’t know where your loyalties lie; where is your place in this chess table? are you a white e piece or... a red piece?” he stops talking, then, looking at the blond with a focused eye. “what i mean from this blabbering is, cat” a pause. “i have no reason to trust you”