#wcnderment

[dawnswake-a]

                    it’s practically become routine by now, time that ought to be spent studying instead spent at li’s practices ( and time that ought to have been spent coaching being chipped away at by her attempts to steal away his attention ), but catching the coach off guard, lacing her fingers with his as he walked into the gym? not so routine. “ ok, so this CRAZY thing happened. ” notice that she says happened, deflects the blame with a charming grin. “ so i was talking to some friends after the cotillion, and they were like “ oh em gee you and li are so cute together ’ which, i mean, after our dance? we were couple goals. not that we’re a couple, obvi, but here’s the thing------ it might have been implied that we were and there’s this really cute guy who i want to make jealous.” 

                    the boy in question just so happened to be li himself. and it had been so nice at the cotillion, getting to indulge in all of the couple-y things she’d always wanted to with the same off-limits friend’s hot older brother she’d been crushing on for years. could anyone really blame her for wanting to continue the charade? “ so PLEASE be my fake boyfriend? i’ll make it up to you, i swear ! ”

@wcnderment .  /   FOR LI .  /   STARTER CALL .

[inventivum]

CORNELIUS AND FRANCESCA ROBINSON (feat. @wcnderment)

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy They can say, they can say we've lost our minds I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy Runaway to a world that we design

Every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make

--- Hugh Jackman & Michelle Williams (A Million Dreams)

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[lescelerat-a]

plotted starter ∟ @wcnderment

SOMEONE IS FOLLOWING THEM   —  dmitry has already noticed three turns ago but he didn’t wanna be too suspicious, didn’t want to set off the princess who’s been on the edge ever since the beginning of this trip; and of course she would be, she has every right to. none of them could even begin to imagine where the scattered remains of the revolt were hiding ( THOSE WHO KILLED THE ROMANOVS; he reminds himself, they don’t wanna do anything LESS to her ), that they were hiding in PARIS, out of all places   —  well, that’s just a dangerous and most unfortunate coincidence. HIS SENSES HEIGHTEN; SHARPEN; he actually spotted the man   —  smartly dressed, mid-thirties, dark hair, darker eyes  —  only at the last corner they turned, an attempt to get him off their backs but that has not worked. footsteps ring like gun shots off the pavement, an echo in his ears.

dmitry swallows, steps a little behind anya, more at her side, and brushes her back with his fingertips, then decides to lay his hand on the small of her back; it comes WAY TOO NATURAL to him but he can’t think about this now   —  now, now her safety is the most important thing, his number one concern, not his -- his   —  whatever his feelings might be; right now he has to get her out of here, away from the eyes trained on the back of her head. PAINFULROTTENHONEST TRUTH: he couldn’t bear, wouldn’t survive if she gets hurt on his watch. he wouldn’t know how to go on, then. there would be no reason to, simple as that & how frightening is the mere possibility   —  no, he can’t let that happen. he’s so very good at his job. he won’t let it happen. so he leans in, mouth brushing her ear, thumb rubbing a circle on her spine.

❛ stay calm, don’t turn around  —  we’re being followed, by a man. he’s been following us for the better part of our stroll. ❜

[indelicateloathing]

     ❛    SO    I    REALLY    DON’T———-    my m----------    ❜    half start in speech shutting down as quickly as she started with eyes downcast. chewing her lip for a moment, she’s a rather pensive child, isn’t she ? but these waters are unfamiliar and strange, honesty is the only hope she has of navigating them with something resembling mercy.    ❛    ---my    mother   ❜    she stumbles hard on that term. it’s never mom, never a term of endearment. it’s always colder than that and her mouth can hardly form the word she’d much rather swallow whole but she soldiers onwards with eyes flickering up ever so often, silently asking if this is okay.   if   being   vulnerable   is   an   emotion   she’s   allowed   to   show.    ❛    ...we   never    really    did    anything    together    ?    not    anything    that    really    mattered    anyways.    so    i    don’t    really...    know    how    to    do    this    i    guess    ?    i’m    sorry    if    i    do    something    wrong.    ❜

「 @wcnderment / sc ( mtr ) 」

[anewerdream-blog]

my lovely & wonderful mother @wcnderment 💖’d!

“Okay, hear me out,” the princess dons her most convincing and slightly pleading tone, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “I know you guys bought me new art supplies, like, two weeks ago, but I saw a really cute set of paintbrushes yesterday, and I’m in love with them. They were pink! They had little flowers printed on them! Can I please get them? I want to bring them back to school with me when I go.”

[theirheirs]

          “ i was thinking review jeopardy to be totally honest, ” she admits with an IMPISH giggle. for being the heirs of some of the most noble and wealthy, at the mere mention of ‘extra credit for the winning team!’ they became practically RABID. still, sharing a conspiratorial look with Li before her eyes flick back to his R.O.A.R. team milling about the gym, another equally good idea pops into mind. “ sword tag, maybe? that’d be fun to watch ! ” boys racing to make fools of themselves and lonnie probably mopping the floor with them ? sign her up ! “ what were you thinking? ”

@wcnderment continued from ( x ) .

[tailorsboy-blog]

@wcnderment

It’s been a turbulent couple days but things are settling down. He’s home again, he has his family back with him and that’s the most IMPORTANT thing. Sleep hasn’t come easy tonight and he finds himself wasting away the night in his study, rifling through old photographs and letters. The letters that Charity had written him all those years ago. They’re still there. Their home is intact and now their family is recovering as well but the circus is gone. And that building had been a home of it’s own, home to another family, one he’d brought together and nearly LOST because of his ignorance. Now it’s burned to the ground. The money’s gone as well and he’s not sure anything can be done about it this time.

Phineas is reading through another letter, half finished scotch in his other hand, when he hears the cry. He turns his head towards the door, brow furrowing slightly and he places down his drink when the noise sounds out again. It’s not difficult to PLACE it. The door to Caroline’s room is cracked slightly and he pushes it open silently, moving to sit at the side of her bed. She looks distressed and as yet another cry leaves her, Phineas puts a hand on her back, shaking her gently. “Caroline...shhh, it’s alright, princess.”

[choosehero-archive]

she leans down, grin on painted lips, hands on knees, ‘til she’s on eye-level with caroline.   ❝ what did you think about the lions?  do you think your father’s going to like them and their dance when he gets back? ❞   if and when p.t. ever gets back to the circus. 

@wcnderment   //   penelope starter call  ;  open .