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[ @udcathal· ]

it felt like years had passed by as julian waited for the other to reply in hopes that he had believed the reason he had given. it wasn’t a lie, per se. it was more of a twisted truth in hopes he didn’t seem like a creep. as the seconds ticked by, sweat began to build up at julian’s hairline from the overwhelming nerves that were biting at his ends.

relief poured over him at the other’s reply, indicating that the doll had believe his answer. he hadn’t expected the other to offer guidance but to simply let him go about his way back or warn him to head back home. instead, the other, by the name of ‘cathal’ proposed to accompany him without even a question.

“julian liddell, pleasure to meet you,” the younger twin extended his hand towards the other, smile gracing his features as he did so. “it would be an honour to have such a gentleman accompany on my night stroll through such a breath-taking area. of course, if you truly don’t mind showing me around.” it wouldn’t be a terrible idea; being able to finally experience the wonders that was dollhouse alongside a doll nonetheless.

.prickly | cathal&julian

CATHAL’S EYEBROWS DRAW together at the stranger’s answer, lips stretching into a thin line. sightseeing is a believable enough reason to be (for the lack of a better word) lurking around if this were anywhere but the dollhouse, but there aren’t many sights to see around here. or, perhaps there are and cathal’s desensitized enough to to consider them mundane, but his point still stands: there is nothing here worth admiring–save for himself. as the dollhouse’s representative work of art (self-proclaimed), cathal would understand if people came from high and low in search of him.

“IF IT’S SIGHTSEEING you want to do, it’s always best to do so with a guide.” with a flourish, cathal offers the man a hand. “or a bodyguard, if need arises. cathal o’flannery, at your service. i’m knowledgeable about the area and require no tips! as a bonus, i’ve been told my voice is highly addictive to listen to.” he’s also highly bored, so this would be a win-win situation for the both of them. “unless my tree wrangling prowess has intimidated you, in which i must protest.” rather than rippling muscles and extreme manliness, cathal is a gentlemanly flower… of sorts. when he's’ not covered in blood.

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[ @udxjack· ]

with his lips still jutted out, eyes scoping the area in front of him, the male let out a surprised gasp as a pair of cold arms wrapped around him. the sudden physical contact rendered the male speechless, but still fully enjoying the feel of being in the other’s arms. the knight’s sudden words pulled the male from his reverie as the small smile began tugging back into yet another pout. it seemed as if tonight was a night of pouting for the young julian.

“it’s not my fault that i’m bad,” he grumbled, arms crossed against his chest after gently shrugging  the freezing male off. it concerned him slightly at how cold the other felt but still, he was trying to be upset so he simply blamed the knight for trying too hard in the game. still, a part of him inwardly whined at the loss of contact before the rational part shushed it.

at this point, julian couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact feeling the other had for him, nor the feeling he had for the other. it was a strange one; quite different from the one he normally feels around his other friends and sister. instead of shoving the unknown emotion away and locking it in a closet, julian simply let it be and hoped it’d bloom into something beautiful.

“t-thirty?” he stuttered, cheeks instantly flushing at the outrageously high number suggested by the playful fellow in front of him. of course, a part of him admitted to not have minded bestowing thirty (or more) kisses on the other. but the other part - the more emotionally confused one - simply shut that thought away and denied ever thinking of such a shameless thought. “isn’t that quite a bit?” he questioned to himself, voice just slightly above a whisper.

adolescent heart | NYB

                                    { @udxjulian· }

♞-There were very few occasions in which the ever arrogant knave disliked himself and feeling frozen to the floor officially made that moment one of them. As he spotted Julian, looking even more warm and cuddly than normal, walking past, it took every scrap of self-control to keep from clutching at the others leg and begging for a hug. The minutes drew on and it became steadily more evident that he was not going to be rescued and gifted a kiss for his poor frozen backside.

Oh well, Jack had always been more the saving type anyway. Getting out from under the divan was harder than going in, stiff muscles groaning with the effort. Recalling the matter of hide-n-seek after a beat, Jack crept up behind Julian as silently as he could.

At the exact moment arms wrapped around the others shoulders, he whispered, “Got you.” Next thing he was aware of, his body had acted on it’s own accord and a chilly nose was nuzzling into his date’s neck. He mumbled against the soft skin there, quite unwilling to withdraw from the warmth until the other male pushed him away, “You’re really bad at this, but that’s okay. I like it.”

The obvious at this point truth that the scamp liked Julian, plain and simple, was displayed by sweet kiss placed against a round cheek. “Being that cute when you pout ought to be illegal. Let’s try something else.” Sliding around to aim a cheeky grin, he continued, “Think you can keep up with me instead? An all-out surrender is about a thirty kisses fine, but I’m willing to accept them graciously.”

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[ @udjulianna· ]

his sister’s words warmed the pit of his stomach, making the long wait for her worth every minute. “if you missed me so much, why not just stay home with me?” he pouted, hands reaching here and there to grab the necessary utensils to prepare a quick stew with the meat he caught earlier.

“besides, it gets quite lonely around here without my other bubbly half, you know,” he spoke softly, enjoying the warmth of the other near him.

the male knew though, that his sister would always find her way back to him. it was the exact same for the younger twin. home, to julian, was when the both of them were together. it wasn’t a physical form of shelter; it was more of a being comfortable and safe with his other half.

“yes missy, it’s already time for dinner,” he smiled at the female, tone slightly teasing as he boiled the water. “rabbit stew sound good?”

| half of my heart is on the palm of your hand; |

✿~ Home truly was the place where Julian was too. The physical attributes of the place did not matter, they could be lost somewhere out in the forest for all she cared, but nothing felt more like home than Julian. For Julianna, he was home.

“The only trouble I had today was missing you, Ian.” Her words were unbelievably cheesy but they were nothing but the truth. Yes, she loved going on adventures and finding thrill in every corner of Wonderland but at the end of the day, she was always going to come back to him. It had always been this way and she doubted that anything would ever change with their dynamics for they were already happy and very much content with the way things were. The two of them didn’t need a lot and having the other around was usually more than enough.

Pulling back from how she was nuzzling against his shoulder, she only realized then what the other was trying to accomplish and she was made aware of how her own stomach grumbled to signify her hunger. “Is it dinner time already?” She asked, surprised to find that she had been out that long but made no move to release her brother from her hold.

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[ @udjulianna· ]

quicken his pace as the discomfort from all the glances began getting to him, the younger twin nearly collided head on with another. he managed to stop himself just before and quickly straightened himself to apologize. before the words even left his lips, julian finally realized who the other party was.

“julianna!” he exclaimed, love and joy oozing from the single word that left his mouth.

it was rare for the two to meet each other outside of their place often but whenever the occasion presented itself, julian always enjoyed it. pulling his sister into a loving hug, the male scanned the other before spotting the crimson spilling down and tainting the purity of her clothes. “w-what happened?” he cried out, eyes wide and hurriedly shrugging off his coat to dab at the wet spots and wrap around the wound. “home. now.” his eyes narrowing as he surveyed around him.

“will you be okay to walk?” arms around encircling the older twin’s waist and preparing to lift her bridal style. he wasn’t the strongest but the younger of the two would practically do anything for his sister.

just for you // (julian)na

✿~ She had always found red to be a fascinating color. Sure, it was nowhere as beautiful as the color blue but that did not mean the fiery color had no attractive attributes of its own. Red was passion and emotion; it was heat and warmth but it was also the color of blood and for Julianna, this specific crimson hue was the most fascinating of all especially when it was running down the pale length of her leg. 

She watched the trail of crimson lengthen as it traveled down her knee all the way to her ankle and creating a stain on the pristine white of her lace stockings. The wound itself was not lethal by any means but it was still a big enough gash on the upper portion of her knee to cause worry. Her fingers came to try and dab at the wound only to pull back in surprise from the pain that resulted from the touch and soon tears blurred her vision as the rest of pain made itself known. Oh, how she used Julian was here. 

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[ @udxjack· ]

in jack’s strong and comforting arms, the male eased some of his weight on the other. the shouts and cries continued to flood into and overwhelm the male as he clutched onto the other tighter. adrenaline and pain overrode his system as the two maneuvered through the mob of people. as they slowly wedged through, it finally clicked in julian’s mind how vulnerable the both of them were, especially with his injuries weighing them both down.

“j-jack,” he called weakly, eyes looking up to meet the other’s as he contemplates the next words to come from his lips. it was the better good he concluded before opening his mouth again, brushing off the knight’s concerned words. “you can go on first,” he whispered softly, fingers loosening his initial grip. “help the others out, okay? i’ll be fine here.”

obviously the latter part was untrue however a part of him knew that without the burden he put on the male, jack would have an easier time escaping. after all, what matters most at the moment was having the other (and his sister) safe.

run away with me | pt.2

♞-Sanguine splattered arms curved around the wounded man’s body with utmost care, cautioning, “Try to hold on. I’ve got you.” Every bit of common sense told him to keep a brave face as legs lifted and bore the brunt of Julian’s weight, but the noble’s terror-to-confidence ratio was dismal at best for the first time in his life. All manner of beings burst into fits of screams or manic laughter around them, some fighting back with fervor among the mob and others fleeing just like them.

The knave had never thought of some higher power, or at least anything higher than Her Majesty, but while lengthy limbs began to churn in an adrenaline fueled haste, a stray wish that those creatures would be kept occupied long enough for the pair to slip by without any further molestation filtered out. Carrying Julian left the both of them vulnerable, but Jack couldn’t bring himself to risk his dea— erm, friend’s wounds becoming worse.

Spying another wave of guards turning a corner ahead as he wavered between a brisk walk and sprints, the knave sidestepped into a nook, back pressed against the wall and breath locked tight in rigid lungs. Fearing to look away should worse come to worst, eyes fought the pull to squeeze shut in some lingering childhood mentality that what was not seen could not see.

Only a few moments that seemed like eons after the murderous forms had shuffled past, did he look down at the weakened male in his arms. “You’re not okay, I know, but can you go on right now?” Harsh profile, in vast contrast to the velvety soft tone used, leaned forward to glance down the hall, “I can try to dress some of the worst cuts and buy a little more time. ”

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[ @udxjack· ]

as he rattled off the numbers backwards, stuffing the butterflies back down into the hole they came from. they were in a middle of a fairly innocent childhood game therefore it obviously was not the time for julian to fantasize about further lip to lip contact with a certain attractive knight somewhere else in this room. however it served as a nearly impossible feat as the numbers dwindled down to zero.

happily, he skipped off - not quite literally - to seek out a certain person in hiding. after all, he did say he wasn’t going to go easy, which means he will definitely be putting in more effort to find the hidden male. with poised steps, the male silently eased his way around the hall, peeking in small nooks and crannies, mostly in more what others would call obvious hiding spots.

pouting after what felt like centuries of searching, the male let his feet drag - just a little - as he continued to search, eyes on the look-out for anything out of the ordinary. “jack,” he called out, voice almost coming out as a whine. he wasn’t going to give up without trying but when his efforts just didn’t seem enough, the male knew when to call it quits.

“just because i wasn’t going to go easy,” he complained softly to himself, “doesn’t mean you need to either.” bottom lip still jutted out into a full blown pout as he attempted to call for the other a few more times until he revealed himself.

adolescent heart | NYB

                                        { @udxjulian· }

♞-Numerous occasions had forced the roguish young man to keep hands to himself, but they never enjoyed the struggle, especially not then when all he wanted to do was cup that sweet face. The other’s positive response gifted for seemingly innocent affection between friends had a strange bubble of sunshine warmth buried in Jack’s chest threatening to burst from the brittle confines. Innocence and the knave were about as far apart as arsenic and sugar, however. There was a distinct desire to run his thumbs across the most adorable set of cheeks in all of Wonderland, keeping them glowing bright all night and the game seemed to be a good first step.

“I wouldn’t dream of asking you to,” he replied automatically, keeping a lid on how much he’d rather have the other be hard anyways by some miracle of self-control. Tip toed steps led down the corridor, gears inside a mahogany topped head attempting to work out the very best position to take and spying a divan, the scamp got an awful idea. With minimal effort, albeit a slight groan at the tight fit, lithe form shimmied its way between the furnitures bottom and the floor.

With winter chill having infected every spare inch of the castle, Jack had to fight off a bout of shivers while patiently waiting. Now that he considered it, maybe this was too good a spot. Then again, it didn’t really matter which one of them lost, he was the winner either way.

Scarcely had enough time passed for Julian to finish counting then the knaves teeth began to chatter and the brunt of his folly hit. What kind of hope did he have of being a good kisser with such a condition? He made a mental note to have some braziers placed even in the lesser used wings and halls from now on.

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[ @udxzac· ]

the tone the other held underneath the nonchalant words he spewed had julian thinking otherwise before he deemed that it was unnecessary to overthink such a trivial answer. instead he gently pet the male’s soft tuft of hair - probably breaking all laws and will be thrown into a dungeon or have his head taken off. it was the only comforting action the male could think of in the current situation as he winced when he pulled back.

“warm milk always helps,” he suggests quietly, letting his words float around in the air before disappearing. he wasn’t exactly sure about royals and their regulations but one thing that he knew for sure was that warm milk does wonders.

feeling shy under the intense stare of the shorter male, julian sheepishly examined his bandages while fidgeting in spot before the other sport. “i- would that be a good idea?” he questions softly, “after all, you’re… a prince and i’m just a peasant.” there had to be a rule against allowing strangers into your room in the palace, right? staring at the other, eyes wide, the male was left frozen in spot at the offer. “i-i wouldn’t want to intrude either, after all, my garments are all torn and filthy,” he stuttered out softly, eyes gazing at the dirty clothes.

late night encounters // zjm & jol

“Exploring at this late hour …” It wasn’t exactly a question or a statement - more of a sympathetic claim than an understanding one because the young prince would never be allowed outside the palace walls (without permission, at least). Zac let the words trail, not bothering to further question the other’s decision as he was questioned himself. “I was staring out of my window and didn’t notice how late it was,” he answered nonchalantly, as if this has happened on a regular basis and, in fact, it has. A lot more than the average fifteen year old, at least. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” A sheepish smile made its way on the younger’s face, now feeling slightly conscious at his disheveled appearance despite being in royal garments because he was really just in his pajamas. Zac’s image was probably extremely un-prince-like at the moment, but he didn’t mind too much when the other was the one covered in bandages that weren’t exactly professionally done. The more he stared at the other, the more he worried about his condition. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be out here any longer.” A slight frown replaced his smile as he examined the other’s body. “I can sneak you into my room so you can rest and recover over night.” Zac’s gaze was hopeful when he met with the male’s eyes. He couldn’t just leave him outside for the rest of the night even if he did manage to somewhat fix the other up.

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[ @udxciel· ] 

A pout made way onto Julian’s face with the other’s words, arms crossing as a sign of unhappiness to further emphasize his mood. Just as he was to complain about the hare’s comment, the older’s next question instantly lightened his mood. Nothing like having his friend be the first to initiate the conversation instead of just going back to work like the workaholic he is - though, only in Julian’s mind.

“I wanted to see you,” he chirped happily, being no stranger as he goes to fetch his own cup of tea since the other seemed reluctant to do so. “Besides, it’s been almost a century since I last saw you,” a frown making itself known on the wanderer’s face as he settles down on a nearby stool. “Nothing wrong with wishing to visit a friend after centuries of being apart.”

After a couple of sips from the steaming cup of tea, the male childishly swung his legs to and fro as he watched the other quietly work nearby. “Hey, hey Ciel,” he whispered at the other, not wanting to break the male’s concentration but the minutes ticking by were starting to drag on for what felt like forever without any entertainment. “Let’s play something, yeah?”

alstroemeria

There’s a sigh escaping his lips, one that was almost always let out when the younger Lidell twin was in his presence. Ciel hadn’t known that Julian was capable of being so childish, for a lack of a better term. Perhaps if he knew, the hare wouldn’t have made a move to secure some sort of friendship with him. Then again, he was one of the only people who put up with his behavior and the tailor supposes, it’s more than he can ask for.  But there are just some instances that his patience wears out rather thinly.  “ You’ve been into nook and cranny of my house, I’m sure you can manage on your own “ he says, indicating the empty teacup across his filled one. It is quite rude, to not serve your guests but in his defense, Ciel had been working and Julian’s visits were always so impromptu that he had no ample time to prepare to entertain a guest.  It wouldn’t hurt to engage in a conversation seeing as that it seems like the only way to calm down his intruder-guest. “ And if I daresay ask, what bring you here today ? “ 

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[ @udknox· ]

something about the cheshire warmed his body and shooed away the self pity he was previously wallowing in. the tears still trickled down the male’s cheek until a rough tongue swept at them, earning a soft giggle in response. it felt ticklish and julian wasn’t going to deny that fact, turning to smile genuinely at the feline.

“you did nothing wrong. my eyes are just … sweating” he responded, voice soft with a slight hint of hesitation and awkwardness at the end. if anyone were to ask, even the young feline resting on him, if he cried, he’d deny it with all his might. it was just a very uncharacteristic action for julian liddell to do. instead his hand came up to gently pet the other; fur soft and silky underneath his fingertips letting a soothing feeling wash over the other as they continued down the path. their destination was nowhere in particular but julian’s destinations were never predetermined.

“thanks,” the younger twin mumbled, voice almost inaudible as the day seemed to brighten up just a tad bit with the holloway by his side.

leave me alone // ckh & jol

“Well, I’m fairly good at finding people, so as long as I can find you.” The youngest holloway stated, a hint of pride in his high-pitched voice. Of course, being a feline, his nose was sensitive, even more so when he’s a Holloway. Once the kitten had managed to balance himself on the other’s shoulder, did he tilt his head, sparkling eyes blinking at the stray tears that the Liddell let out. 

Perhaps it was instinct, that the kitten had leaned over and began licking the tears that slid down Julian’s cheek, before nuzzling his nose against it, a small, quiet mewl leaving his lips, “why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?”

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[ @udxjack· ]

the two were off, enjoying their private time until the sudden eardrum bursting screams and whistles broke the tranquility surrounding him. knowing of his date’s duties and loyalty to the queen, the liddell twin didn’t hesitate to let the other leave first. reassuring himself that he could at least keep himself from harm’s way, the male set off to possibly find his sister in hopes she was safe. despite refusing to acknowledge his sister’s lover, the younger twin trusted that if he truly loved the female, he’d keep her safe.

heading in the opposite direction as the escaping bodies with the assumption that his sister was still inside, julian pulled out the pocket knife he tucked in his suit earlier that day. one can never be too careful. holding the blade defensively, he managed to weave through the crowd before halting in spot at the horror unfolding before him.

fear and shock holding him as a captive, the stunned male became an easy target for the attackers. before he could remove himself from such a vulnerable position, the air was forced out of him as he collided with the marbled floor. a choked scream escaped from his lips before sustaining more wounds on his body. several severe injuries littered his body partnered with bruises and minor cuts by the time another body rushed towards him.

whimpers of pain bubbled from his chest as he stared at the other with pain filled eyes, willing the tears to stay. “i-i-it’s not.. your fault,” he managed to stutter out, one hand grasping the other’s clothing while the other pressed to his side, in hopes to slow the bleeding.

run away with me | pt.2

                                                           { @udxjulian }

♞- As whistles rang out, sharp features swiveled over the crowd, willowy form already beginning to push its way through. One thought prevailed on the Knave of Hearts mind, “Where’s the Queen?” He had always harbored Her Majesty’s best interests in his core and the fear that sent bile rising up his throat over her safety was a natural, immediate response. For the life of him, the courtier couldn’t figure out why everyone seemed rooted where they stood. Becoming increasingly more rough with his shoves, the young man dashed across the marble floor only to skid to a halt before an advancing card guard.

The pitch creatures wobbling about them were the truly horrifying part, however, as the familiar guards began to tear into guests and sludge limbs swung about the crowd. Dropping to his knees just in time to narrowly avoid a wayward strike, everything almost seemed to freeze in the frenzied miasma of fear that hung heavy in the atmosphere.

Feeling his stomach drop about twenty meters, large ears picked up on a cry over the din. How he could pick out this particular sound from all the others, Jack probably would never figure out until it was too late, but lengthy limbs set into motion before beleaguered mind could scarcely command them to. Barely managing to dodge the various attackers, sustaining a few cuts and close calls, the noble managed to aim a series of jacks before him, but the encroaching masses never seemed to shrink.

Restless eyes scanned the area as more and more screams filled ear drums and, despite all his loyalties and intentions, the knave placed his Queen on a mental back burner. A gentleman never forgets his obligations and one Liddell was very much his concern, having brought Julian to this event in the first place. At least, that was how he chose to rationalize it to himself.

Scarcely able to breathe, at last the worried man zeroed in on his target, and promptly felt all the blood rush from his face. “W-wha—” With a negative shake of his head, the knave abandoned a line of questioning to insist firmly, worry lines creasing forehead and the corners of his mouth. “We need to get out of here, now.” And in the next breath, as gentle hands sought some undamaged purchase to move Julian, he whispered, not sure if his date could even hear, “I’m so sorry.”

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[ @udxjack· ]

stifling his giggles with his palm, the male huddled closer to the potted plant. it wasn’t as if he was hoping to stay hidden, after all a kiss from the latter didn’t seem like a terrible idea. in fact, if he were able to without it involving a childhood game, that’d be quite lovely but he wasn’t one to voice that thought out loud. at least, not with others - especially the person involved - around. so instead, he continued to hide (not exactly in the best place but it’s not like he’s wishing to win anyways) in a quite obvious spot as the other searches.

with each number voiced out, his heartbeat begins to quicken, nerves making him almost unable to contain the jitters. the clacking of shoes against the marbled flooring sent shivers of excitement down his spine, head peeking up slightly (despite it possibly giving away his spot) to sneak a peek at the other male.

just as he thought he was in the clear for at least another couple seconds after jack’s statement, the male breathed a sigh of relief, glad his hiding spot didn’t seem too obvious. that was until a sudden waft of cinnamon and a hint of fresh fabrics assaulted his nose. before he could escape his fate, a pair of lips pressed against his ever so slightly.

plush lips slotted with his as the blood flow rushed to his head. as everything began to fade away, julian gently responded, lips twitching (against his will) upwards before the other pulled away. red paint splayed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he shyly smiled at jack, eyes peeking from behind his fringes.

“okay,” he nodded quickly, hurrying to get up and set off to count. “i won’t go easy on you,” he called behind his shoulder, feet stopping at the spot where the other had previously been.

adolescent heart | NYB

                                          { @udxjulian· }

♞-While a countdown was muttered automatically, he wondered just when he’d last had so much fun. The knave presented a picture of perpetual enjoyment as best he could, but the truth was far from idyllic. Pulse quickened as spoken numbers came into single digits and the childish man may have turned around at three rather than one, but what was a few seconds between friends?

Each step clacked against polished floor as he crossed the space, hazel gaze sweeping every square centimeter with single minded determination. Bending to peek behind each bit of furniture, he recalled not hearing the opening of any doors so stuck to the main hall.

At last the lengthy male caught a glimpse of his quarry behind a plant, hardly inconspicuous and an oft reckless mind dared to hope it might just be intentional, but decided to be charitable anyway. “Oh dear, I certainly didn’t expect to take this long,” was stated to an opposing wall. “That’s going to make winning all the sweeter, I hope you know.”

Forever impatient, the courtier decided he’d boosted the other’s ego enough and as silently as possible sank to all fours a few steps from the flora. The supposed adult moved forward stealthily, barely able to keep from giggling. Stopping right in front of Julian, an index finger gently tapped at the loser’s head, chirping shamelessly, “Found you!” That same digit followed the contours of a handsome profile to stop beneath Julain’s chin, carefully tilting it up while simultaneously leaning forward. With his heartbeat crashing in ear drums, thin lips pressed against the fuller set, hesitantly at first but increasing insistence with every second that passed. Finally pulling back with an unabashed grin, he whispered, “Best two out of three?”

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[ @udxjack· ]

julian’s eyes gleamed with a twinge of excitement and curiosity at the wide space in front of him. he felt honour that the other male would willing to bring him to such a location in hopes to spend alone time with him. this was definitely something that he’d definitely prefer to do over anything else (well, almost anything.) bouncing childishly on the balls of his feet, the younger male beamed before turning to meet the other’s gaze.

“ridiculously fun,” he retorted, eyes disappearing as a toothy grin spread across his face. it had been, what seemed like, centuries since he’d last played the nostalgic game. “a kiss, really now?” shyness replacing the previous emotion as he stared thoughtfully at the male before him.

the younger liddell twin knew better, having made sure he knew all the proper rules and regulations prior to moving with his sister. however, a kiss involving jack sounded like a dream that he was more than willing to transform into reality.

despite the sudden bashful change in his attitude, his feet quickly took off just as jack had turned to count. “no peeking!” he exclaimed before dashing quickly in hopes to find a hiding spot. obviously one that wasn’t exactly too difficult to spot but at least made him seem like he was trying.  spying the potted plant several feet from where he paused, the male hurriedly crouched behind, curling into a ball in order to further conceal himself.

adolescent heart | NYB

                                      { @udxjulian }

♞ -A vague notion that he was being childish and silly prickled at the edge of Jack’s senses. It was typically an unfavorable trait that persisted now into his twenties, but the knave had less a chance of breaking it than suddenly growing a second head. Familiar corridors seemed to fall behind in the blink of an eye and callused hands only relinquished his hold on the other for palms to connect with the door handle behind his back. “Honored guest of the Red Queen,” pausing just long enough to slip in a cheeky wink, he continued, “and my own, personal favorite, I present to you the greatest entertainment Queensland has to offer!” It took every iota of extra effort to keep the phrase, ‘at least outside of my bed’ from escaping in addition to an already brash statement.

With an unrepentant grin, he pushed open the double doors and swept an arm out grandly. “We used to play here when I was little and Papa was busy with his duties. I doubt anyone will wander upon this locale tonight.” The eldest Seymour child glanced about the unlit hallway and adjacent rooms fondly.

Uncharacteristically unsure and bashful, index fingers met before him and head bowed. “It is alright to tell me I’m being ridiculous.” Hazel gaze fixed on Julian from beneath feathery fringe and a canine clamped on bottom lip. “I just want you to have fun.” Shrugging thin shoulders, the scamp offered up his idea at last, “So… Hide and Seek? Loser gets a kiss, of course. Those are the standard Queensland rules.” Covering up mismatched eyes, Jack leaned his forehead against the door jamb. “I’ll even give you extra time since I’m such a nice fellow.”

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[ @udxjack· ]

the other’s bold comment painted his cheeks a bright shade of red, almost rivaling the colours of the decorations carefully placed on display across the grand castle. the male never seemed to bore julian with the way he would act whenever they were together, not even for a second. just as he was about to playfully scold the latter and warn him to be more careful about what he says, the other had already placed a plate of cherry pie (they’re absolutely to die for) and leading him out.

on most occasions during events like these, julian would attempt to halt his partner’s actions and request that they stay a while longer to at least greet his sister before disappearing. however, it completely slipped his mind the moment a warmth pressed against the small of his back, cherry pie in hand as he silently munched on it. an excuse of his own so it would seem that he was simply too occupied to protest. however in reality, he was the one that also agreed to such an act.

“and now i can hear your soothing voice,” he replied boldly, the red once again returning to his cheeks as if they were meant to be there since the beginning. luckily for the younger twin, he had finished majority of his pie (only crumbs were left to be honest) before his date had excitedly pulled him along for another crazy adventure. letting a genuinely pleased laugh bubble from his core and fill the space between them, the dark haired male followed along, enjoying the sudden feel of youth and warmth that washed over him.

adolescent heart | NYB

                                        { @udxjulian }

♞- “It’s hardly rude to call a spade a spade. I assure that you may refer to my derriere as adorable any time you like and I shall never take affront!” Stretching to his full height and adding the distance of tip toes, Jack scanned the room. “See, no one’s coming to claim my head just yet.” Setting down again to rest eyes on a more desired sight, the playful man batted lashes at his date. With a low whisper that only the quiet male could hear, the audacious youth leaned closer, “Julian Liddell, you are very much a man after my own heart.”

Bestowing an impish grin on the other, Jack brazenly placed a palm against the small of his company’s back, casually placing the plate into his hands, and gently began to lead across the crowded space. Perhaps, in the past, the myriad beings that occupied the grand room would have interested a cocky and spirited teenager, but of late he’d become enamored of peaceful, private rendezvous.

A sigh of relief escaped pert lips as soon as they were through the ornately carved doors, suffocating atmosphere shut behind them. “Much better! Now I can actually hear you laugh, it’s quite becoming by the way.” Index finger tapped against his chin, other hand planted on a bony hip while the gears of an oft naughty mind considered better entertainment for the evening. Suddenly, eyes widened and a light bulb flashed above mahogany topped head. “Done with your pie?” he chirped eagerly, grabbing Julian’s hand without really waiting for an answer. “Come on! I’ve got an idea.” Taking off, barely restraining from running, Jack tugged the other along on course for a secluded section of the castle far removed from the suites being used for the ball.·

[udxjulian-blog]

[ @udjulianna· & @udemerson· ]

julian had not expected to run into his sister after they parted. he sincerely doubted he would, assuming that she would be off and busy by that male’s side the whole night while he by another’s. fortunately - or unfortunately - he was incorrect. so here was standing by the buffet table (with all the food he should be eating but isn’t) in front of the two - one he’s relieved to see and the other, not so much.

“i’ve just been around and about,” he answers, nonchalantly. it wasn’t exactly a lie; he’d been following jack around the majority of the night before the male had to run off and do to royal duties that the red queen had ordered him to. curse the male for leaving him alone, not that he minded that much. however it was slightly lonely without him by his side in such a crowded room. although quite odd but it couldn’t be helped.

“and who may this be?” he questions, eyes flitting from his sister’s captivating eyes to one that belonged to.. someone not so captivating. his voice expressing a hint of distaste but it was not julian’s fault that he disliked the man that practically stole his sister from him. right under his nose too. such foul play.

| three sure is a crowd; New Year’s Eve Ball |

      ✿~ By the time Julianna reaches for her second glass of whatever sparkling drink the Red Queen is serving, the New Year’s Eve Ball is in full swing– the dance floor is packed with dancing couples while an excited chatter is barely recognizable above the playing music from the orchestra. 

Throughout the night, Emerson has made it a point to keep her close to his side with an arm around her waist or his fingers laced with hers. Likewise, he has introduced her to more people whose names she is already beginning to forget though she remembers that most of them are part of the Queen’s court, mostly important people. 

But one person has thoroughly evaded Julianna’s line of sight since the festivities began and it isn’t until she spots the familiar head of hair that her worries fade away. “Julian!” She calls out, pulling Emerson to where her brother is without a second thought. 

“There you are, where have you been?” 

[ @udxjulian & @udemerson ] 

[udxjulian-blog]

[ @udxjack· ]

events like these were not julian’s usual definition of a fun night out. in fact, any sort of gathering that exceeded the number of approximately five guests were instantly a turn off for the male. however he wasn’t one to publicly show his displeasure, especially not when royals were present. in the end, he simply followed the orders that were voiced and dressed himself in his finest suit to impress - but only for the sake of his date. he knew better than to appear in front of many others alongside a dashing male and appear like a simple peasant (but in reality, he really is just a peasant) in rags.

as he followed behind his date, almost like a lost puppy, the male halted beside the buffet table. one thing he did enjoy about such events like these were the grand array of delicacies that would appear at the tables alongside the walls. they helped keep the dark haired male’s attention away from the suffocating amount of bodies and the fact that his sister was nowhere to be seen. he suspects that she’s probably happily skipping along with her toy at this very moment. but he refuses to acknowledge it.

a soft bubble of laughter voices itself as he stares back at the male he accompanied to the queen’s ball. “that’s quite rude to call such a spectacular event debacle,” he comments softly, lips still tugged into a smile as he stares at the other. “i will still take you up on the offer for both. one can’t simply pass up on some delicious cherry pie or a chance to escape.” eyes twinkling mischievously under the light beaming from the grand chandeliers from above.

adolescent heart | NYB

                                                 { @udxjulian }

♞ -Catering to the Red Queen’s whims was basically Jack’s wholereason for being, but spending an entire evening next to some simpering court lass or fop who had nothing better to talk about than the ongoing scandals of other,infinitely boring, nobles and rumors of destruction to the realm, wasunthinkable. The scamp would rather be hung from Her Majesty’s garters by histoes!

Swiping a plate from the grand buffet table, the gentleman forced back a chuckle at its contents before he casually sidled into his preferreddate’s line of vision, blocking any view of the dance floor. Holding it up sothat only eyes, hopelessly crinkled by his patented megawatt smile, werevisible above its contents, he queried, “Would you care for some cherrypie to liven this debacle up or am I going to have to drag you out of here? Both?I like both.” Of course, being an utter rogue, he had the audacity to waggle brows at Julian inperfect tempo with the orchestra.

[udxjulian-blog]

[ @udknox· ]

a breathy laugh managed to bubble out of him, the innocent response shining some light through julian’s dark fog. the sudden weight on his shoulder throwing him off as he peered to his right, eyes wide with surprise. “i guess i can’t really, huh?” he replied back softly, fingers coming up before pausing and falling limply by his side once again.

he had impulses to pet the feline resting on his shoulder but he knew better than to go and taint such a pure soul. his hands were dirtied from his experiments and it wasn’t the brightest idea to pet the young one. maybe his mind worked differently than others but to julian, it made sense. well, at least enough sense.

the cheshire’s next words completely caught him off guard. the pure honesty and innocence just oozing out with each word the younger male spoke squeezed his core. it unconsciously brought a smile to his face as his eyes, without permission, started to turn misty from emotions that were yearning to escape.

“will you really come back?” he questioned shortly after he let out a genuine laugh, the stray tears tittering at the corner of his eyes slipping down from where it laid. “or are you just making empty promises now?”

leave me alone // ckh & jol

Christian tilted his head to the side, blinking owlishly up at the younger Liddell, unsure of exactly what the other was talking about. The kitten stumbled a few times, trying to keep up his quick pace to catch up, and more than once did he actually roll back due to losing his balance. 

“I don’t know, can you?” He asks innocently, after he had finally caught up to Julian’s steps, ears flicking randomly. Of course the youngest Holloway meant nothing but curiosity to his question, but more often than not that his words had been misunderstood by other Wonderlanders. Pink nose wiggling before his body quickly turned into smoke, and the kitten is suddenly hanging at Julian’s shoulder, having miscalculated his position, and he lets out a mewl, 

“Of course I’ll leave,” Christian’s tone came out soft, and before the other could respond any further, he continued with a brighter, more chipper tone, “I can’t stay out too late, or my older sister and brother might scold me, but I can come back!”

[udxjulian-blog]

[ @udxzac· ]

julian continued to let his eyes roam and observe the shorter male’s actions, taking in the royal clothing that draped over the other’s frame. it wasn’t exactly a normal time for most people to be awake, especially someone that was important enough to wear such beautiful garments. instantly he couldn’t help but question why he was awake. but stopped himself before he could open his mouth, opting to let the (probably) younger male concentrate.

it was kind of, for a lack of better word, cute to watch the other clumsily tend to his wounds. his sweet actions warmed a part of julian’s heart despite the two hardly knowing each other. minus the occasional winces and hisses of pain, the male quietly enjoyed the comfortable silence that hung between the two.

“thank you,” he replied, letting a small sheepish smile grace his face as he examined the bandaged parts of him. just as he figured it would be a great time to question the male as to why he was awake way past his bedtime, the other beat him to it.

“i was exploring,” he simply stated, as if it was perfectly normal to go out and venture the forest and such at ungodly hours of the night. “and may i ask why you’re awake at this time of night?”

late night encounters // zjm & jol

The young prince kneeled beside the dark-haired male, not caring how his royal garments stained with patches of grass and soil. Zac lifted the stranger’s shirt to tend to the open wounds on his torso, clumsily but carefully, not wanting to cause more pain than he already had. He wasn’t an expert in patching up wounds like his family’s doctors, but having experience with frequently nursing the scars and cuts on his own arms was better than nothing. 

Zac reached into the first-aid kit that he had stolen from one of the doctor’s cabinets and hidden away inside his own bedroom for his sole use, using a cloth and alcohol to clean up the cuts before covering each wound with strips of gauze to control the bleeding. He worked quietly, ignoring the stares of the other and focused on each and every open wound on his upper body. 

“It’s not much but it will help stop the bleeding for now.” Zac broke the silence as he closed the first-aid kit, leaving it on the ground beside them. Curiosity got the best of him and instead of returning back to his bedroom, the young prince stayed in his position, finally gaining the courage to look at the other. “Why are you out here in the middle of the night?”