#udxquinn

[udpolaris-blog]

"you liar!"

He swore he could hear ringing inside his head.

He had never expected to be shouted by one of the twins 一 of all people 一 Oliver. Alasdair came out from the library, several books at hand. His eyes glowing, eager to flip through the worn out pages.

He stared at the taller and tilted his head, his face showing no void of emotion, but the tone of his voice showed he’s obviously confused.

“What is this you speak of, Ollie?”

[udjulianna-blog]

| sweet as sugar; |

@udxquinn: 

“Nonsense, Julianna. You’re currently a guest, guests do not serve tea, they are served tea.”

The crown prince chides, gracefully brushing off the hands that reached for the tray in his hand. He had been taught manners, and it was only common sense not to make a guest lift a finger in the Castling. Oliver then smiles, takes one of Julianna’s hands and begins to lead her to a seat, just beside a bush that blossomed with pristine white roses.

Yes, a perfect place for tea would be in the garden, where they could enjoy the view of checkered skies.

He sets down the tray on the glass table, pours two cups of rose tea with elegance he has been born with, and smoothly slides one intricate cup in front of her as he takes a seat across from her,

“how was the conversation with Mother?”

✿~ Hearing him speak, Julianna holds her tongue and lets him do as he pleases, offering him only a small pout to show that she is a teensy bit upset. She likes doing things her own way but apparently so did he and as his guest, she supposes that it is only right that she respects his wishes. In Looking Glass Land, she has always been treated like the most important of guests and it is quite a refreshing experience when she compares it to how she has to sneak about in Queensland. 

The roses in the garden distract her soon enough and she returns to her usual bubbly and almost annoyingly cheerful self. 

“I’m happy I got to see your Mother, I have missed her.” She speaks with a fond smile, long pale fingers curling gracefully around the porcelain cup. “It went well, we talked for hours so I supposed she was entertained by my stories. How have you been, Tolly?” 

[udxjulian-blog]

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

Those words instantly halted Julian’s movements - his hands freezing mid-shove, still soaked in the clear crimson red dripping from the animal in front of him. “I-oh,” he dropped the organ, unsure of which it would be, and proceeded to wipe his hands on the fur coat of the unknown creature. “Sorry,” he murmured to the poor creature before standing up, posture straight as he stared at the male a few feet from him.

“You don’t know that,” he retorted, sparing on last glance at the lifeless body lying just centimeters away from his feet. “If the doll maker can fix humans, why can’t I?” His words dripping with pure curiosity and innocence. It didn’t make sense to him. How could one person be capable of such skills yet he could not?

Julian tilted his head to the side, eyes peering at the other full of question and child-like purity instead of the usual indifference he wore. “Shouldn’t I at least try?” Even though he was the one to ‘break’ the victim in the first place.