glass.

balthazar avi bianchi, loyal servant. like shattered glass ‐‐ dangerous, with sharp edges, but beautifully complex.

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“ 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”

[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”

[udbalthazar-blog]

new phone who dis.

[ea-kyug-blog]

“Can I… Can I ask for your name?” He belatedly realises it’s rude to ask for other people’s names without first giving your own, so he quickly splutters out a quick ‘I’m Cepheus, by the way’. He knows this man.

[udbalthazar-blog]

suspicion still wears his face as his eyes narrow looking at the man in front of him. it takes some time for him to talk and balthazar wonders if he is thinking of a convincing lie, a clever way to trick the butler’s intuition. his hand lets go of the handle of his knife when the stranger speaks, his voice sounding all to familiar to an unknown face. yet again, the sense of familiarity strikes him, leaving him too confused for his liking. he wonders if this place has this specific power. that this land where he stands has the ability to pull memories and distort them, burning them with flames of colors, so things he never saw and never knew seemed close and familiar. it does seem to have the same effect on the man he talks too, balthazar reading easily in the eyes which are focused on him. 

he nods to acknowledge the new information, wishing for the magic to cease once the other male was gone and he can resume his peaceful journey. however, the man does not leave and if balthazar wasn’t the awfully patient creature he is, he might have hurried him to go. the butler is ready to ignore and forget the twisting of his brains because of this place, but the other isn’t. “cepheus” he repeats, emotionless. there’s an interested tilt of his head for he feels he knows this name, but no face come along with it when he thinks harder. so he thinks, this place didn’t hold as much power as he thought it did. 

for a second or two, he wonders if he shall speak his name.  it’s his domain and balthazar doesn’t feel it should be carelessly shared with a stranger. nevertheless, his name holds power and pride. it is not largely known but it’s well-known. the bianchi are known to be under the protection of the white queen, too, so if cepheus is to be hostile, he might as well turn so right now. after so much as a minute of hesitation, balthazar’s lip turn and then he announces. “i’m called balthazar bianchi”

[udbalthazar-blog]

sweet reunions.

( udnatalie ) 

his thick, dark hair covers most of his pale skin while his fingers fumble around, unsure of what to grasp to hold their attention. balthazar who is usually very aware of his surroundings, seems almost aloof, unable to settle and walking to the place he is supposed to meet someone way too early. he is to fetch the dear sister he kissed goodbye more than two years ago. he knows he is in no place to question his king’s decision, but this topic always make him uncertain and uncomfortable for he never agreed with it. balthazar remembers his protests to his father once he heard of the mission for his younger sister - now the youngest of the bianchi - and remembers the frustration settling on him when he realized he couldn’t do so much as to wish natalie luck. 

the young female is the recipient of many of his worries, though he feels a strong sense of pride when thinking of her. despite the danger her situation offers, balthazar trusts her to do her job better than anyone in looking glass land - or even wonderland - could ever dream of. he knows she is smart and resourceful and it would only surprise him if someone had any suspicions over her. however, since the great loss their family suffered, balthazar felt stronger the urge to look after their siblings so there is low chance for them to get hurt or even killed in this chaotic land they live on. so in a sense, the eldest bianchi not only wished to make sure natalie is safe, but wished to ensure her safety and such feat becomes impossible when the girl is living in enemy land. 

“who is there?” he asks in a sober voice, rising to his feet and looking in the direction of where he heard noises. ordinary people may have barely listened but losing an eye granted him a few advantages when it comes to audition. the butler feels the urge to ask for his sister’s name, though he is smarter than that. although they’re family, it’s convenient that nobody knows of their involvement. his hand grips the handle of his hammer, knuckles turning white. “reveal yourself to me”

[udbalthazar-blog]

dark secrets.

( udxzac )

balthazar faces a dilemma with his fingers gripping tightly to the tray on his hands. he is supposed to be a silent benefactor. the butler is prepared to listen to every and any wish those who he serves without a word and especially, without meddling in their personal matters. he is a servant and not a friend in any way and balthazar knows his place. however, right now, he judges if he should interfere in the youngest prince’s personal life. his forehead is wrinkled as he tries to balance the pros and the cons. as usual, he got nothing when maintaining the royalty’s privacy to themselves, but what makes him walk with his feather steps towards  zachary’s bedroom, he’s thinking of the cons. he fears ignoring signs his attentive red eye caught would end up threatening the young prince’s safety. 

he knocks once and then twice, hoping for a response. balthazar learned to be patient and he learned that his superiors - his masters and mistresses - owed him no hurry or consideration. he wouldn’t dream of asking it from any of them, not even for the younger ones. after some time, balthazar speaks, and his intrusive but necessary ways make him feel uncomfortable just as if he is breaking rules. and he probably is, except they’re only written in his personal collection of laws. 

“your highness” he starts, his voice echoing through the wood door separating him from the young boy. “i have orders to bring your highness some food.” there is a pause and then he finally resumes what he is saying. “your highness has the freedom to do whatever you wish with your free time, but it’s my duty to look after you, so please allow me to deliver your food”

[hostoria]

Lee Hyun Jae: More Fabulous Than You       

[udbalthazar-blog]

` curiosity (killed the cat)

( udxjulian )

he has bored eyes. balthazar have a look of one who was never entertained in their life. one eye is like glass, lifeless and empty, looking and seeing nothing since he was only nine. the other is unamused deep red, attentive but without any spark of emotion. his features are always molded in a mask of indifference, only rarely disturbed. he works a lot like a machine, or maybe a doll, purchased from the dollhouse to grant every wish the white queen could ever had. his will is weak but his sense of duty and honor is strong, so balthazar lets himself be ruled to a life with little excitement.  

tw: gore

so when he finds the boy with red stained hands and corpses beneath him, the only thing the butler does is to halt. he stops, judging it to be what is appropriate. there is no emotion - no surprise, no horror, no delightful satisfaction - when his eyes drop to the dead animals. balthazar learned to have no mercy over lowly creatures such as these ones, although they seem to be closer to him. after all, he’s still a white rabbit. despite of that, there is no apparent discomfort and no changes to his demeanor when facing the strange boy whose skilled hands don’t seem to be opening the animals in order to have something to bring to dinner. 

“please” he says in a low voice. “don’t let me interrupt you” but then his lips trembles and his eye lights up with curiosity despite of himself. “however” balthazar begins again, clearing his throat and tilting his head, causing his hair to slip through his shoulders. “may i inquire whatever is that you do here?”

[udbalthazar-blog]

new phone who dis.

(  udxceph ) 

his boots kissing and hurting the ground are the constant on his ears. his breath should be broken and shallow if only he didn’t have years of rough training to prepare him for long travels. he usually refused to take any sort of transportation, even though it would a greater effort off of him and a longer time to reach his destination. in fact, he is never anxious to go back to the oriental grove, even though the mysterious land guarded his father and also precious graves. it reminds of him of his past and his reckless and unpolished self - someone who could easily bring ruin upon his family’s name. 

(however, he also remembers a free spirited version of himself. a happier, more malicious balthazar who had the world in his hands and all the wishes to explore it.)

a sigh emerges from pale lips as the butler combs his long hair with his fingers. balthazar has the urge to settle down for a bit - take a rest and perhaps have a small meal before resuming his journey towards the bianchi’s household. and as he walked, a path seemed to be awfully familiar, attracting him with promises of good memories. it confuses him for memories of his own are usually monochromatic and blurred, but this seemed to be in screaming colors. so he follows it, even though he should know better - even though he should know wonderland has its way of luring people to their own demise - and finds a secluded place which seemed perfect for what he had in mind. that is, before a noise startles him and his single healthy eye falls on the figure of another creature. 

“my apologies” he speaks, his hand curling around a small dagger hid on his back. “i had no idea his spot was occupied”

[sandcvstles]

five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

[udbalthazar-blog]

♡ ooc introduction

hello! ^w^ my name is allie and i’m behind (not so) lovely balthazar. ♡ i’m v v v excited to be here and to rp with y'all.

currently, i’m trapped on mobile and the app won’t let me see im messenger??? but i’ll be sure to try to reply to everyone soon!

so finally, i’ll try to write some open plots next days ;w; if you’d like to plot and we didn’t talk yet, pls feel free to like this post and i’ll come running to u ♡

[udbalthazar-blog]