roses-and-skulls:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

“Miranda… Barma. I know of your… cousin? Arthur? He regularly attends the parties at my estate… ” He noted how she shook and laced her fingers together, in some sort of odd way — oh, lord, was this woman enamored with him? He felt awkward; instantly awkward, because he was like that around women anyway — he knew too much about them due to his sister, and the people he’d grown around… he shifted away, a bit awkwardly.

“… ah. Well. It was lovely to meet you.”

With a smile she shook her head and said, “No, Arthur is my brother and of course the head of my household. I would have loved to attend the parties but sadly I cannot~”

She frowned at his weird behaviour and her eyebrow rose a bit as he started to shift away. Miranda place her hands on her hips as she tilted her head to the side.

“You’re not nervous are you?” She gestured with his hand at him. “You seem… suddenly so different”.

Crap. She’d caught his awkward behavior as easily as if he’d loudly pronounced it to the entire countryside. He cleared his throat, tilting his head as he looked down at her.

“I apologize, my lady. I find myself nervous around persons of your gender.”

hero-of-sabrie:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

hero-of-sabrie:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

hero-of-sabrie:

“Oh, Glen?”

He lets out a small noise of amusement.

“Hello, Jack.”

“You seem… happy, Glen?  How are things?”

“I’ve been well. Surely better now that I’ve seen you… “

Oh, God, he’s horrible at masking the affection in his voice.

“Oh?  So, you’re pleased to see me!  It has been a while but I didn’t think you would miss me so much.  You’ve been busy with affairs of the Baskervilles, I’m guessing?  And your sister, she is also well I hope?”

“I have. Extremely busy, considering the holiday season has just passed, after all… “

He felt a brief surge of annoyance when Lacie was mentioned.

“Lacie has been well.”

little-duke-oz:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

He let go, after a moment. He wasn’t some sort of predator; nor did he particularly enjoy bringing about such terrible feelings as fear in a child as young as this. Yet Oz was exactly like Jack; or, at least, what Lacie had described him as looking like when she had first met him, when they were young, and that in itself disarmed him as he stepped back a bit, still looking down at him.

“… you are more alike than you think.”

The blonde’s eyes were entirely fixated on the other’s figure, never even trying to leave it even for a single moment. He followed his every move and stared really intently with a surprised look on his face. He tried to hide the fear he was feeling the entire time Glen was inflicting him. He tried to act normal, to speak normal. This was the only thing he was good at, pretending/acting tough. And by then, his lips started to move apart and let out words from his mouth as he stared at the brunette now with more calmer eyes without any hints of the previous fear he showed. A small smile crept across his lips the entire time.

“I’m sorry… But don’t mistake me for another person. I may carry Jack’s image, we maybe alike but we’re different. He’s Jack and I’m not him. He’s also not me. I have a name. My name is Oz. Oz Vessalius.” We’re different persons. We’re really different.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Oz — it was the fact that he knew much more than him about the entire situation, and if he had the chance, he would have liked to have explained the events of the past to the boy, to tell him all that was happening and everything that eventually would be. But he couldn’t. It was if he was forbidden to; forbidden to alert this boy of his fate, tell him what to avoid and what not to cause, so he would avoid causing himself and his companions even more pain than they were feeling now.

“… sadly. I know.”

meow-cheshire:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

“I am not as dead as you think — or as you’d like me to be, I presume. Why don’t you go and curl up in a nice little pet bed, or something?”

Cheshire couldn’t help but grin slightly at the comment. Thinking of the Cheshire Cat as just a mere pet.

“Simply stay out of Chehsire’s way, and make sure you don’t harm Alice.”

“I wouldn’t dare to harm her.” Of course he wouldn’t; considering her relation to him, after all… 

“Make sure you keep your own words in mind… “

roses-and-skulls:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

roses-and-skulls:

She turned around, her eyes widening slightly upon seeing the raven haired man. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks and her heart skipped a bit. There he was, the one man she longed so much for.

“…Good day~” She merely said and smiled at him.

He’d never seen this woman before… he raised a hand in greeting, nodding his head, as well. She was perfectly pretty (yet sadly enough, not the kind of pretty he was interested in), yet also… she held some air of danger around her. As if he should be wary of her.

“… good day, miss.”

Her smaller hand shook his as she held it lightly. When she was done she let go of his hand and laced her fingers together. He truly was a sight to look at and unwillingly she wondered how many other women would have thought the same and most probably tried to get his attention.

“I don’t think we’ve met before. I am Miranda Barma~” She curtsied slightly when she said that.

“Miranda… Barma. I know of your… cousin? Arthur? He regularly attends the parties at my estate… ” He noted how she shook and laced her fingers together, in some sort of odd way — oh, lord, was this woman enamored with him? He felt awkward; instantly awkward, because he was like that around women anyway — he knew too much about them due to his sister, and the people he’d grown around… he shifted away, a bit awkwardly.

“… ah. Well. It was lovely to meet you.”

hero-of-sabrie:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

hero-of-sabrie:

“Oh, Glen?”

He lets out a small noise of amusement.

“Hello, Jack.”

“You seem… happy, Glen?  How are things?”

“I’ve been well. Surely better now that I’ve seen you… “

Oh, God, he’s horrible at masking the affection in his voice.

thepaperfanwillgetyou:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

thepaperfanwillgetyou:

blackbirds-and-goldfinches:

“I’ve known members of your family. Your grandmother, in particular… although she was a very, very tiny girl when I knew her.”

Excitement pinched her heart before she knew it, and soon her eyes were wide and sparkling with curiousity, her lips slightly parted in awe long before she spoke.

“My grandmother ? So long ago ? Then does that mean you know the Duke Barma too ?”

“I do indeed know Duke Barma… perhaps not Rufus. But I know others of his clan, as well — and not all of them are as civil as he.”

“… I wouldn’t describe him as ‘civil’ per se …”

“Who were the Barmas you knew then ?” Somehow she felt absolutely no fear, even a bit of trust towards this man, even though they had just met. She didn’t even know his name, and he didn’t feel that much familiar, but his presence was appeasing in a way … And she definitely wasn’t that surprised he was as old as he said, which in itself was surprising for her to react like this.

“Arthur Barma… and I’ve heard of a relative of his. Miss Miranda.” He did not exactly mind talking about the Barmas; but they were always a weird group, foreign to his eyes, with strange Asian customs and an odd fascination with the processes of death in general. “Your family wasn’t very well established then, I would think… if you don’t mind my saying so.”

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roses-and-skulls:

She turned around, her eyes widening slightly upon seeing the raven haired man. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks and her heart skipped a bit. There he was, the one man she longed so much for.

“…Good day~” She merely said and smiled at him.

He’d never seen this woman before… he raised a hand in greeting, nodding his head, as well. She was perfectly pretty (yet sadly enough, not the kind of pretty he was interested in), yet also… she held some air of danger around her. As if he should be wary of her.

“… good day, miss.”