#vitavitri

[spiritlessruby]

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❝... Oh. Whoops~.❞

He quickly withdraws his hands from the blonde locks of the small boy and stops ruffling through his hair as soon as he realized that this is not Oz Vessalius he just approached from behind. The expression, the looks, it’s all the same, but as soon as he managed to walk past him - he originally planned a dramatic appearance, patting Oz and then vanishing again - he sees his eyes. And he sees himself inside of them. It’s as if he’s looking into a mirror, into something that’s able to catch a glimpse of his soul with those orbs and the albino instantly shivers without a sound or a move, quickly getting that no, someone with those eyes could never own the Vessalius’ green, vicious and wicked ones. ❝Sorry❞, he says after a short, awkward break. ❝Mistook you for someone else~.❞ 

[noirxiseau-blog]

【 vitavitri 】

    ---⊱ Black nails tapped against the handle of a long rapier strapped to the young noir’s waist. He had no intention of using it in this calm atmosphere; touching it was only a sense of habit. Like basic instinct to delve himself into a pit of self-reassurance and serenity.

                    “Would you know of any gifts for a family member?”

[muodoton-blog]

        & vitavitri 

            ‘ such a lovely doll that is. ’ they spoke from the store’s entrance as golden hues observed the doll maker.

[bxneca]

vitavitri

         cue the doll kissing the dollmaker.

[einrotauge-blog]

vitavitri liked this post for a starter.

He couldn’t complain about this kind of work; being out in the field alone was his natural inclination, after all, aside being at the side of his mistress--yet, she remained never more than a few shadow-steps away.  Even so, investigation was perhaps not his specialty, given that he was such a difficult kind of person to deal with--Pandora hadn’t even confirmed for certain that the recent incidents here were the work of an illegal contractor, so even though it certainly seemed like nothing but a Chain could be responsible for such odd and violent happenings...

               Well, no matter.  Based on the precise locations of the incidents reported--they seemed to be centered on this area in particular.  Could whatever was responsible (for he wasn’t yet wholly convinced as to its nature) have moved far from here?  Even so, it probably made the most sense for Xerxes to at least do a thorough sweep of the surrounding blocks--thinking something like that, he was surprised to catch sight of an almost-familiar figure on the street along a row of shops, pausing for a moment on his heel to stare lightly.

               He didn’t know this boy, of course--he just so slightly resembled a certain Oz Vessalius enough to confuse the corner of Xerxes’s eye, didn’t he?  “Ah--” he’d been caught staring, almost certainly, but there was still something about this boy that struck him as uncanny-- “Do excuse my staring, sir.  You simply looked a bit like someone I know, for a moment,” the one-eyed man hummed, offering a small incline of his neck and dip of his arm as condolence for his still-keenly examining gaze.

[whattheflark-a]

becks is amazing at everything tbqh

that’s because i somehow managed to become dinh and ka-mai in one.

[bxneca]

vitavitri

                          ' sir! you opened up your shop again! ' can you see how excited she is?