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A race that is run within a circle, any which way one likes. A race with no goal. Who will be the winner?

— CAUCUSRXCE private indie roleplay blog for vincent nightray from pandora hearts.

canon and headcanon-based interpretations. low activity. 18+. private. cursed by sycamore (hymn/they)

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((gotta make this post on my other blog as well just for formalities even with my small amount of followers: i wont stop posting on here for the month of july, but my activity is going to be even lower than it usually is because im attempting to make an active effort to do artfight this year! not completely gone but... ill be around much much less than i was in the past!

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『•• ✂️ ••』starter for @moonsdrown​​ 

It was rather cold in Elliot's room that morning, and it was the first of mornings that he had spent in his own room within the manor. Given the time of year, there was no school for the boy to attend — and so he was stuck in the house. Well, Elliot supposed, it was at least better than being stuck on campus and running into that Vessalius girl nearly every day (whether he wanted to or not). Or better yet, it was better than having to deal with unruly underclassmen who clearly didn't know how to be gentlemen yet. 

For once, his valet Leo had not yet awoken, still asleep in some adjacent room. There was little reason for Elliot to leave his room until Leo greeted him, he figured, since Leo usually woke up before him or shortly after him anyways. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he sat up, his short, blond hair a mess and sticking up every which way, he turned to grab the book that lie on the nightstand.

It was yet again a volume of Holy Knight; he had read this one time and time again, but Elliot was the kind of person to read things again if he considered them especially good. And Holy Knight? It was — as he had put it to Leo once — a classic. 

And so Elliot cozied himself up underneath his blankets, internally cursing at the cold air around him, nose deep in a book. He was so deep in his reading — for once — that he may not have been been bothered to notice if someone were to knock on his door.

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dollsmuse​:

“Go on, then. Tell me how much you hate me. All I was saying was how concerning it is to pinch a flame out when you could get hurt, too!”

Searing heat against the thin fabric of the dress underneath his coat was the last thing the blond had expected from the girl. To be honest he hadn't expected anything at all; it wasn't often that someone (let alone a girl of her age) would have dared to stand up to him. Her words flit like smoke to his ears. This girl had no need to be concerned for him of all people. Vincent loosened his grip on her shirt with a heavy sigh, ultimately letting her go without a care of if she'd fall to the floor or not. He turned his gaze away from her. "I really don't need pity from someone like you," he whispered under his breath, barely audible to the average person. Though his expression was still rather bitter, it was suddenly tinged with curiosity. Vincent turned his gaze back to the girl who was now seated on the floor of the library. How in the world did she manage to burn him?

Without hesitation he moved in close to the girl, their faces only a few mere inches apart. The air between them was warm and hostile as he spoke to her. "What chain could you have possibly contracted that allowed you to burn me like so?" The singed fabric of coat and dress were still warm as he stared into the green eyes of the girl before him.

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((this is a post for a couple of things ((the first being a slightly-formal announcement for having both elliot and oswald here upon request. the second being that i cracked and caved in and made a proper multimuse for other fandoms which can be found at @sqnguinem​ . ((the last thing is that someone ought to kick my ass if i dont get out of this funk when it comes to writing.

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empathbled​:

“YOU DUMBASS—!” She hissed, much louder in volume than ideal for a library, but she couldn’t give any less of a fuck right then. “You could’ve hurt yourself.”

The volume and tone of the girls voice made Vincent step a little further from her on instinct. There was no way he was scared of such a girl as her; no, she had simply surprised him. His mismatched eyes drifted from the girls face — which had grown tight with frustration — to the girls hands and then back up, watching the smoke carefully rise from small, balled fists. In any case, they were lucky there wasn't a smoke alarm in the library (or anywhere in the house, for that matter).

There was, however, a small anger growing inside the man. In his half-awake state, he did not feel like tolerating that sort of language, let alone from a child of a presumably lower status than he. With his research at a standstill that he did not like one bit, the only thing the could be bothered to process were simple tasks and irritation. Vincent had asked if the girl had anything else she needed him to do; he did hadn't asked for a child to chastise him.

Without thinking, he moved forward towards the girl once more, his gloved hand grabbing and pulling at the front of her shirt. Even without being particularly strong he pulled her to her tip-toes, a look fouler than her own earlier smearing itself on his face. If Vincent himself had seen his own expression, surely the hatter's words about his dear brother would have flooded his mind, but he dare not think about it.

Vincent's fingers clenched the thin fabric tighter, not able to bring himself to hit her or yell at her, only stare into the child's eyes in disgusted silence. He hardly knew why he was doing such a thing, but didn't particularly care about the reasoning now.

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((ah not to make another ooc post, but i do think it should be known that sometimes my wrists and hands say Fuck You and hurt too much for me to be able to write. tonight is one of those nights.

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A thin smile attempted to slither onto his face but instead.. he let out a yawn. "We should leave posthaste and avoid the trouble my father will give us once word reaches him. Shall we?"

indie roleplay blog for vincent nightray of pandora hearts. semi selective, semi lit, often low activity. run by vincent. rules & about

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(( there we go, promo post drafted at the very least to be posted in the morning, some tiny adjustments made here and there to the theme, found someone to actually use for ooc posts that isnt vincent himself even though thats still technically me.... im all set to try and remember to write tomorrrow i Think !

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『•• ✂️ ••』@sablicr​ whispered: ❝two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.❞

murakami prompts

The room that the two of them lie in was completely, utterly silent. It was far too late in the night for anyone else in the manor to be awake, and so the two of them really were the only ones stirring about at that hour. If there was anything that could have been heard it was the slow but heavy breaths that escaped slightly parted lips of the two that lie in that there bed. Without any sort of care left inside him, Vincent was preparing himself to turn over and just go asleep. He didn't care enough to say goodnight to the woman next to him, and with his luck, he'd fall asleep even without getting comfy under the blankets. His chest and throat felt heavier than usual, and he didn't like it. The words that Lottie strung up in the air at a moments notice only served to make the bed feel odd to him too; he felt like if he wasn't paying attention, he'd just be swallowed up by it all.

Vincent shifted himself onto his side, his blond hair messily strewn about the top of his pillow. It wasn't the first time that Vincent had simply withdrawn himself from his "partner", but this felt worse than normal, and the only thing on his mind was sleeping it away like everything else. "I do suppose that is true, Lottie," he said, cooly. "At this hour, you should either fall asleep or take your leave. We can talk about other things in the morning or... something like that." He let his eyes close shut, hoping that she would take the hint and head back to wherever it was that she stayed the night.

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continued from here 『•• ✂️ ••』 @sablicr​ 

And then an odd feeling fills Break's body as he feels the blond's lips press against a particularly painful bruise on his face. He smiles, attempting to grasp at Vincent's chin and pulling him in for a kiss upon the lips. "Ahaha, is someone being soft today?~"

He had only kissed the bruise on Xerxes' face with the hope that it would sting and hurt him even more. He did rather enjoy the pain that he was causing the older man, and was rightfully taken aback at the others actions. He was used to letting himself give into the pleasure of hurting another, and the joy of having someone beg him for forgiveness. Vincent was not used to feeling another mans lips against his own, the faint taste of iron from the others mouth grazing the tip of his tongue. The other pulls away from him before he has a chance to pull him back in, to make the kiss go deeper.

Mad Hatter's words were spoken with a bloodied grin on his face and rung like some sort of horrible bell in Vincent's ears. "Is someone being soft today?~" Vincent didn't appreciate his actions being called soft.

He knew that that the silver haired man before him could not see him as more than just a vague shape; the result of using his illegal chain far too much more than his body could handle. But still, Vincent roughly grabs the mans face with his gloved hand, squeezing at his jaw and tilting his head up as if to give him a good look. Seeing Xerxes like this only served to make his small internal dilemma even worse. He spat at him.

"Do not mistake my actions for soft, Hatter-san. Really, I think I'm coming to enjoy hurting you. But it'd be a lot more fun for me if you didn't seem to enjoy it back."

There was a faint, faint bit of a smile on Vincent's face as he spoke, but not a positive one in the slightest. While he did, in fact, understand what it was like to enjoy pain, he figured it kind of took the fun out of trying to hurt someone if all they were was excited for the next punch that he threw.

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sablicr​:

Instead, she stepped forward, grabbing at gloved hands, and imposed in a low voice: "Did you sleep well last night?"

The pleasant smile that had been on his face quickly dropped when the girl grasped at his hands. He really didn't like the fact that she seemed so... so comfortable with grabbing him and asking about how he was out of nowhere. Wasn't it enough just to be out here with him? Vincent wasn't sure if he should pull his hands away from hers or not. It was taking every ounce of willpower the man had not to recoil in disgust at the touch. He was surprised he didn't feel as sick as he usually did in situations like this one. Truth was, he hadn't slept well at all, but he was hoping that she wouldn't have pointed it out. In the event that he didn't look his best, most of the women he had been with would just poke at the fact his hair was untidy and offer to fix it; this was new to him, and he had seldom an idea how to react properly.

Vincent looked away from Ada, hands still gently held by the woman's own. At this rate there was no way he could speak to her if he maintained the uncomfortable eye contact from just moments before. He found himself uncharacteristically nervous to tell Ada that he had not slept good. Perhaps there was a part of him that was scared she'd ask why. "No, I... Yes, I got plenty of soundless rest. I'm sure that I'll be fine as long as I can rest later on." He returned his gaze to meet Ada's, wondering if it was comfort or disgust he truly found in those emerald eyes of hers. "We should get going. Don't want to miss the nice weather, now do we?" He deeply, dearly hoped that he had safely averted what could have been a disaster.

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dahliaghoul​:

“DO YOU KNOW this man?” it was a rather crude drawing, but the general features were horrifyingly simplistic - and worse, could be anyone (monsters don’t hide in plain sight, they wear human skins). 

Without so much as a reply, Vincent looked down at the drawing before him. He rudely paid little mind to the woman behind the paper and began to grip the bottom of the sheet tightly with a singular, gloved hand. He tsked to himself inside of his head. Sadly, for the woman, the drawing was far too vague for Vincent to tell if it was anyone that he interacted with or even saw on a regular basis. Still, he studied the features on the drawing for a good time; much longer than he'd ever need to, but long enough to make it seem as if he knew something. Perhaps he had seen the man and perhaps he hadn't — he couldn't be sure unless the man was described to him further. But more information came at a price, both on his end and for the woman who had approached him. Vincent released the paper from his tight grip, leaving it mildly warped from the pressure and warmth of his hands.

"Hmm.. doesn't ring a bell quite yet," he nonchalantly shrugged, "If help finding him is what you want, maybe you should start by asking nicely and speaking up about what's in it for me." It seemed as though there was nary a moment that there wasn't a devilish grin on the nobleman's face. He was never up to any good, and he knew that better than anyone else.

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『•• ✂️ ••』 @chainedheir​ whispered: "My, how you've grown, Vincent."

Without truly meaning to, Vincent had made it much of a point to not interact with the Vessalius boy. His sister was enough for him to handle, and thinking about him too long only served to remind him that his brothers loyalties lie elsewhere, and he would fill with a certain inexplicable jealousy. This time was different though. He had barely an idea how he had found him, or why, but when those words fell from the boys lips he knew instantly. He felt worried, sick, and heavy. He wanted to feel relieved, be overjoyed and cling to the man that he once knew. But he couldn't find it in himself. He knew that Glen had not died and would be resurrected again soon, once everything fell into the right places. He knew the rumours that ran through Pandora, but he hadn't though them to be true. Jack had died, hadn't he?

Vincent found himself looking down at the ground, his long hair falling in front of his face and covering his eyes. "Y-yeah," He managed to force the words out, "but you've only shrunk, haven't you Jack?" What was said may have been said through forced laughter, but really, he was trying to hide the fact his eyes only wanted to water.

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empathbled​:

—Azure’s eyes gently closed, and her tiny body fell forward onto the blond as her consciousness faded to black. Her chest rose and fell, and soon soft snores came from the sleeping child. 

He stepped back, having already braced himself for the impact of the weight of a child against him. Another soft sigh left him, unsure if he was content that his power proved useful for once or annoyed and irritated that he had to deal with a child of all things. Children tended to be far too... nosy and loud for the tired man, and so on most occasions, he avoided them. This time was an exception though, and he accepted his fate. However.  Vincent did not know much about how to pick up a person, much less one that was asleep, for he never had to before this moment. And though safety was not a priority of the man, he did not want to worsen the issue, lest the young girl wake up and begin trying to flood his room once more. So there he was, his hands placed under the girls arms, dragging her across the soaking wet floor of his room to the couch. If someone had looked into the room at that moment, they may have assumed that he killed the girl.

He laughed a little to himself — dragging a girl like this felt much like a smaller Echo. A part of him wondered a little bit if Echo would let him attempt to drag her around like a corpse. Perhaps he would "ask" her about it later. Vincent slid the girl onto the couch, carefully resting her head against the arm of it before leaving her to slump into herself as she slept. Vincent himself simply closed the door to his room, locked it from the inside, and went to sit on his bed while he waited for the girl to wake up.  He had no ulterior motives for once in a long while; he had simply locked the door so she wouldn't be able to do any damage to the manor itself if she woke up in a panic. Vincent went back to stabbing his dolls in peace as he waited.

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Azure’s golden hues turned white, and water suddenly flooded the room, rising quickly to reach Vincent’s bed. She’d lost control of her powers, and she wasn’t even aware of what she was doing in that moment. 

There was a small gasp from the mans lips as the cold water crashed against his boots, his legs, the tips of his gloved fingers that hung off the edge of the couch. 

With a sudden movement, Vincent jumped up further onto the furniture, and he thanked the fact that his heels weren't tall enough to make any lasting damage — he'd surely get in trouble with his father if he did more damage than usual, and he didn't feel like dealing with that (even though the water would likely do more than he would on average). The fact that he was still wearing his boots inside would be dealt with later; right now he was trying to think of the best course of action before this... annoying child destroyed not only his room, but the manor itself.

Despite his initial reaction, the water was still tall enough for him to walk through, and only came up to about his knees if he were to stand in it. Vincent was currently — mentally — shaking his head as thoughts of trying to strangle the child and yell at her to stop this nonsense flooded his brain. He was not usually one to hold back on his violent impulses after all, so he got down and braced himself for the coldness of the water. But... As Vincent sloshed through the heavy liquid, he noticed something odd: whatever it was that was causing this child to do such things — he was under the impression that it was the work of an illegal chain — was causing her to be in a sort of trance; the look in her white eyes was too empty to be in full control.

And so Vincent thought of a better idea. He made his way over to the small girl, his dress now soaked and heavy with the water that continued to rise. And gently, as gently as Vincent could allow himself to be, he placed his hand on top of the girls head. With a sigh, he whispered,

"Sweet dreams." Vincent braced himself for the impact of the girl falling over onto him.