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finitusvita-blog · 7 years ago

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winter ball starter call tho.

#i havent touched e cho in a while #ahhh #my neglected bb #im srsly gonna work on my muses blogs and whatnot tomorrow

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finitusvita-blog · 7 years ago

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cxnnaissance:

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“Thou art disrupting mine peace…”

The Duke lounged in his office, idly watching the birds that nested outside his window. Ah, the servant of Dormouse… A strange individual, without a doubt. She was known to be a quiet one, but his years of living had made him the wiser.

“I hath informed those under thyself that my loyalty is certain. What more doth thou ask of me?”

here the silent girl had thought herself a rather good spy. yet here the elder had sniffed her presence as easily as a blot of ink upon parchment. the valet slides out from her place of hiding and stands fully before his eyes.

“master has instructed echo to keep an eye on the lord barma.” she confesses far too easily for one meant to be secretive. her eyes meeting him with a neutral gaze. no, perhaps there was more to it than that.

“does the lord know much of chains?”

#cxnnaissance #• sᴛɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀɪɴɢs • ᵐᵃᶤᶰ

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falsemask:

with the sudden glow upon the girl’s expression, the joy that was clear upon her face. Jack tilted his head in wonder was the girl seemed to take on another persona, acting as although she had completely forgotten of the incident. With only upon hearing the name of his little companion, Jack smiles lightly, ❛ Ah, so I guess you’ve both already met! Well I’m sure— ❜ Before he finished, he heard of her being Vincent’s elder sister, and found himself pausing.

his mouth opened as though to speak, until he kept looking at her. Before letting out a small “oh” like sound, being rather surprised… he could have sworn that Vincent only had Gilbert… they certainly didn’t look alike!

❛ oh… —well good to know! Vincent never told me he had a cute big sister! ❜ if she wasn’t his real sister, then how come Vincent would let her call him brother while Jack still can’t get Vincent to call him big brother !!!

the aforementioned joy continued without pause at the man’s reaction. she instinctively categorizes him into an ally. someone whom also cared for the child of misfortune with which she had grown attached.

“i was just on my way to see him!” she cheerfully explains the motive behind her own jail break. not that he was aware she was meant to be kept locked away.

“come, I know a short cut!” the girl brags, guiding him by the hand. attempting to avoid being seen. her eagerness--- the way her pulse jumped and personality flipped just at the mention of his name. it was nearly as obsessive as it was sweet.

---------an all too familiar tale no?

#• ʜᴇʟʟʙᴏᴜɴᴅ • ˢᵃᵇˡᶤᵉʳ #falsemask

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finitusvita-blog · 7 years ago

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downthechicagoriver:

@finitusvita || random starter

“Echo, follow me.”

Thomas gently tugged her forward, searching for her fingers under the cloth of her sleeves. He was getting taller. Boyhood was leaving him, he didn’t have to wear loose shorts or knickerbockers anymore. Already hitting the age of sixteen, he dressed in brown pants and tweed jackets. Thomas was always covered in browns and reds, like the foliage of November dotting the horizon. Most people considered this choice to reflect a plain heart and plain mind, but just a few moments alone with him would show just a little bit of that mystery just running underneath the surface.

Most of his family had died a long time ago, four years now. He didn’t have money like he used to, he wouldn’t inherit what little was left behind until he turned eighteen, but that was fine. He didn’t want to pay her to stay with him. Thomas hoped, Echo would stay his friend just because she wanted too. He found himself floundering in shock and gratitude when she did.

“I found this place recently and so far, no one seems to bother with it.”

They were in a massive park in the city. It was public but stretched on for miles against the Lake shore and bordering skyscrapers. He’s heard people say you could even see it from a plane flying overhead. One hand gently pushed aside the rust colored vines and dripping branches. It was Winter now, but this place must look beautiful in the Summer.

A small tree hung low and curved, letting its bare skeleton arc and touched the ground. It sat against a cement wall, and just past this wall a long stretch of train tracks miles below. A train whistled in the distance coming to their direction. From this height it looked like a slick, black toy. They ducked under the branches, and the rest of the city was hidden from sight. Thomas sat down in the brown grass next to the tree, staring up at the blue sky just hanging above them. It was big enough for the the two of them, at least until he grew too tall. Thomas sighed a little bit and closed his eyes.

“It’s so quiet…. I like to come here and read when I can. You can come here too if you’d like, Echo. Even if I’m not with you.”

he’s taller now--- a fact which seems to resonate within the silent girl that is scurrying behind those longer legs with an unfair disadvantage. and there is an odd pressure, a squeezing sensation within her chest as she dwells on such a thought. many people were taller than her. such had bothered her little before.

she follows. silent in her still contemplation of her own foreign emotions. she was learning day by day to try to dissect them. to study them and connect them to their names. love was a particularly tricky concept.

“thomas---” she voices herself only when it seems dangerous for the boy, ducking beneath such sharp branches. she worries for him as he seems to lose his sense of caution as the years go by. she’s not his servant now, or at least not financially so. no, but she refuses to leave his side regardless. her loyalty keeping her bound not to his house or name--- but to the boy which held her hand so softly now.

the view in this secluded spot is breathtaking. and echo had always been a fan of seeing such things. fireworks, stars, clouds. she was fascinated by the sky. like the call of a bird without wings to fly. but such was not her focus now. not now as she sat so close to him, taking in his presence. and his warmth.

and then it strikes her. he’s growing. aging. and she is being left behind. anxiety grips her, and takes root deep within at the thought that one day he would grow not to need her anymore. the boy would become a man, and what of her? would she grow as well? no, she thought not. her fate was not meant to be so sweet. but such a feeling was unpleasant. it left a bitterness inside her cheeks. she shuffled closer, head leaning softly against his frame. silver strands of winter splayed against the autumn canvas of his vest. “echo will never leave thomas’s side.”

#downthechicagoriver #• нow wonderғυl lιғe ιѕ wнιle yoυ’re ιn тнe world • ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ

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