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jasminnescented:

Jasmine giggled as he mimicked himself. “You just have a lot to say.” Jasmine’s eyebrows raised and she tilted her head at the invitation, “I’d love to, thank you. I practically live on tea.” Jasmine shrugged, “I’ve always been pretty good at school, I guess.”

March didn’t want to just blurt it out but he couldn’t resist. “It’s a condition I have, you know. It’s an odd one, a mutation of Tourette’s Syndrome.” March looked at her, hoping that she was still following what he was explaining. “However, instead of spontaneous verbal action - I am compelled to say whatever crosses my mind 90% of the time.” Shaking his head in disapproval, March hated admitting his real self. 

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pocahontaspowhatan:

Pocahontas chuckled again. “Don’t worry, she’s just resting—you don’t mean anything to her at the moment.” She bit her lip, wondering how much she should tell the locals about her magic—surely many of them knew about it? In response to the questions, she just shrugged lightly. “Do you believe in magic?” If he did, she’d tell him—if not, then she had some time to make up another reason.

Frowning, she tilted her head from where she gazed up at him. “Why would people tease you about your last name? Hares,” Pocahontas made sure to specify, “are quick and agile. They’re also hyper-aware of their surroundings. They take very good care of their young…” she smiled at the nervous young man. “I’m sorry if they were rude, children can be that way. You shouldn’t care so much what people think.”

Still unsure, March sat down carefully next to the enchanting woman. He considered her question as he crossed his legs on the grass, his tweed suit trousers a barrier between his delicate skin and the irritation of the blades of grass. “I believe in anything if it’s proven; evolution, quantum physics, even magic - seeing if believing right?”

March shrugged his shoulders, remembering the teasing he endured throughout his childhood. “When you’re an odd character from the start, people find a variety of ways to tease you. Mainly mimicking my uncontrollable verbal impediment and combining it with rabbit impressions, it’s humiliating as a child.” Despite reminiscing tortured memories, he managed to bring a smile upon his lips. “Quick and agile? Ha, and good with children? Are you sure?”

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jasminnescented:

Jasmine shyly smiled and she chuckled slightly. “I know Father always said how I wouldn’t shut up for anything.” She nodded, “I do like tea, chamomile to be exact. I have other favorites though too – peppermint, ginseng, earl gray. And I came here to finish High School and start college on my own. Y’know, being independent and all that.”

“Oh, I can’t help it. My mouth is just blah blah blah, I literally cannot turn this contraption off.” March made chattering mouth shapes with his hands as he spoke, mimicking himself. “A girl after my own heart; Earl Grey tea is perfection in a teacup. Say, join me - I work at Hatter’s Tea Shoppe anyway!” March bowed his head in pride. “Congratulations, education is a hard strategy for life.”

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jasminnescented:

“I, uhm–” Jasmine usually didn’t have such a hard time speaking. She was talkative, she knew that, but one of the only things she hadn’t talk about in a very long time was her mother. She could still see her face too, and she was glad that the face she could see wasn’t the one where she had been dying in a hospital bed. “Overprotective, that sort of thing.” she covered. Another time she might tell him, but not now. “There needs to be a balance. I don’t know much about bullies, since I never went to a school before today, but I don’t know if parents can change how another person treats you. I know my father didn’t.”

March could tell Jasmine was struggling slightly. “Hey, it doesn’t matter - you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t like. Some days I wish I didn’t say as much as I did, which is pretty much every day.” Disheartened, March still tried to maintain the cheerful look on his face. “So, on another subject, tell me why you’ve come to Swynlake and do you like tea?”

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jasminnescented:

“I suppose, this one is pretty rare though. It’s over a 100 years old.” she shrugged. Seeing his face, Jasmine tilted her head down, becoming visibly uncomfortable. “My father really didn’t let me leave our house. I mean, we lived in a mansion so it could have been worse, but from the time I was three till just a day or so ago I had only really been in my yard if I wanted to go outside and see anything.” Jasmine didn’t make eye contact, playing with the ends of her hair anxiously.

“Oh, that’s terrible - if you don’t mind me asking, but why didn’t he let you go anywhere?” March’s heart became slightly heavier, a confused but compassionate expression on his face. “Though, your parents could have been careless like mine; if I wasn’t so exposed to the world, I might not have turned out like I am and even so, I might not have been bullied as much if I was kept under my parents supervision.” He sighed. “I don’t know how much they cared though.” March bit his tongue slightly to stop himself speaking nonsense much longer.

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jasminnescented:

“Of course. It and I deserve the utmost care and respect.” Jasmine giggled softly, jingling the bracelet once more. The smile on her face faltered a bit as she began to speak again, “Unfortunately, I wouldn’t really know about that. The most I saw of it was through my bedroom window.”

“I’d rather you be respected more than the bracelet; you are a human being after all and deserve to be treated incredibly, a bracelet can be replaced.” His teeth became visible slightly with a goofy smile creeping onto his face, despite his mouth blurting out complimentary nonsense. Though as Jasmine continued to speak, March’s brow furrowed. “You only saw your home from your bedroom window?”

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jasminnescented:

Jasmine let out an anxious laugh as he pointed out the rust, “I see. I’ll have to get it restored or something. Dunno where I would do that, but maybe you could help me sometime with that.” she offered a helpful smile, “Indian. It was my great-grandmother’s. I keep it on to remember my country.”

“I know of a few places, yes. They’d have to be careful with a delicate heirloom as precious as your’s.” March stifled a slight curve on his face, a smile perhaps in having a normal conversation with a stranger and they haven’t run away yet. “You’re not going to forget India though? It’s huge, you can’t miss it!”

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pocahontaspowhatan:

Pocahontas chuckled and ran a finger between the eyes of the snake and down the beginnings of its spine. “I daresay you should keep your distance, Adders are poisonous. Her name is…well, I guess the closest translation would be Warrior. And I’m Pocahontas. A hare you say?”

She peered up at him for a moment, looking over his bright aura. “Yeah, that makes sense. Got a name, or should I just call you Bugs?”

The casual nature of the girl around the snake made March incredibly nervous, he fidgeted on his feet. “Why on earth do you have it on your lap? It could kill you! Why is it so calm? I have so many questions, I feel like I’m going to burst.” 

March stifled a quiet laugh, “I’m not a rabbit, I’m a hare. March Hare to be technical, unfortunate surname for rabbit impressions at school and being an odd human being didn’t help either.” March pushed his hair back, chilling out slightly from watching the stress-free Pocahontas in a natural state. “An easy target for most.”

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pocahontaspowhatan:

“She is an Adder, and she has a name,” Pocahontas answered from where she was sitting cross-legged in the garden. The gold and brown snake was curled up in her lap, its head resting on her thigh.

He stared wide-eyed at the treacherous creature, the snake of course. “A name you say?” March edged closer slightly. “What might her name, and your name be? Though I’ll stay my distance, if you don’t mind - I’m not sure if the snake and the hare see eye-to-eye yet.”

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jasminnescented:

“Oh, this?” she moved the charm bracelet on her wrist back and forth, “It’s a family heirloom, so some of the charms are old…and weird.”

March gently pushed one of the charms so it swayed. “I can tell it’s old, almost rusting - can you see?” He rubbed his fingers around the clasp. “Not to my taste though, no offence of course. Fascinating though, what origin is it?”

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gleamandgl-w:

She giggled at the brief flub of words, waiting until he clarified before gesturing to the sandwich. “Sorry to bother you, but uh–you know, we met a few days ago, and I’m just so hungry, and I was hoping you’d be willing to share? Even just a little.”

March looked back at his feeble sandwich; marmite, mustard and mango. “I have more than this.” He took another bite of his sandwich made of madness; rummaging in his satchel, he placed a handful of snacks onto his lap. Chocolate, sweets, biscuits, crisps. “Help yourself!” He grinned, he saw the desperation in Rapunzel. “Why are you struggling so, my friend?”

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ursula-divine:

Ursula’s heels clicked on the pavement as she walked up and down the streets. It was the middle of the day, so very few people walked by. She tried to stop the occasional nanny and mom but they gave her the cold shoulder. “I guess this town know’s how to hold a grudge,” she said to herself. She saw another person, someone she prayed wouldn’t recognize her. “Oh, excuse me! Hello darling, none of the cafes around here will serve me, do you think you could get me a cup of coffee? I have the money right here!”

March was perched on a traffic bollard, balancing his weight evenly so her wouldn’t slip. He liked when his mind was focused on one thing, he had no need to think about anything else than balancing.

With his mind, he pushed pressure on different areas of his body; his feet became lighter and his hips became heavier, then his weight would alter slightly so his feet pushed him back up. March’s pacing thoughts were silent for a short while.

From nowhere, more like behind him, someone approached him. The unexpected conversation made him jump, slipping off his unusual seat and landing on the floor. Slamming his body onto the concrete floor, he groaned looking up. He recognised the woman, but was unsure of who she was.

“Darling? I’ve not been called that in a while.” He laughed slightly as he picked himself up off the floor. “I don’t see why not?” He took the money off the woman. Squinting at her uncertainly, he still tried to figure out who she was. “Beg pardon, but I recognise you - I’ve seen you around I mean. I’m a watcher of people rather than a people person.”

ll A cup of coffee ll

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gleamandgl-w:

“Can I have a bite of that?”

March mumbles with his mouth full, “excz me?” He coughs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Apologises, excuse me?” His half eaten sandwich limply in his hand.