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Oliver Quinn always had this certain intuition, laying dormant but always there, curled up around his gut and squeezing whenever there’s something going to happen. Today though, was different. He woke up with an itch at his side that he can’t seem to get rid of, despite there was no physical signs of any bite or allergies of some sort. It made him uncomfortable and fidgety, even more so than normal. 

But now. Now he understood. 

Oliver was quick to draw the large pair of scissors that he always, always carried at his side, and Elliot was just as quick to draw his own weapon. The uninvited guests made bile rise to his throat, but the crown prince swallowed it down, it was not the time. His attacks were quick and graceful, as if he was merely dancing some kind of dramatic waltz with the enemy. He had Elliot, and their sister at their side, but as one of their own personal guards came to assist them in escaping the ballroom turned battlefield did he realize something important. 

Zachary was nowhere in sight. 

The color drained from his already pale face at the thought, and he stumbled on his steps, coincidentally missing a flying limb over where his head should be. “Zac... Zac!” His head whipped left to right, in search of his youngest brother, figure tensing and hands gripping tightly onto each handle of his weapon, breaking them apart easily for dual swords. “Ellie! Ellie, where’s Zac?!” He called out in panic, amidst the screaming, the noises, the sounds of metal against metal and flesh. The brightest pair of blue eyes were wide with panic, pupils almost dilated at the thought of his youngest brother lost amidst all this chaos. 

He could only hear his heart thrumming against his ears as he ordered his twin, sisters and guards to leave the place, despite the violent lash Elliot had given. He could only pull his Ellie in a quick, tight hug (because who knows when they might see each other again), before he ordered them to go somewhere safe, somewhere far away from this hellhole, before he is back inside the ballroom. 

It didn’t take him long to find his brother, despite the blood that now coated his pristine white clothing which could be his or not, but what he saw almost made the his blood freeze. 

“Zac!” He shouted once at a close distance, right after stabbing a stray ruin. Oliver ran, stumbling and dropping his twin blades at his side, kneeling just in front of his injured baby brother who had a dagger in his hand and a ruin at his side and oh god was that blood was that BLOOD ON HIS BABY BROTHER WAS THAT BLOOD ON HIS OWN BROTHER-- 

”Zachary!” The name tumbled out of pink lips, the noises surrounding them becoming muffled as his only focus is now his baby brother.

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The third born prince of the White Queen was playing with his food when the violence began. Frightened screams filled the castle as the third whistle sounded at exactly thirty-five minutes past midnight of the new year and came the attack of the card guards against its own citizens. Royal guards who didn’t wear the queen of hearts on their bodies fought back to protect the inhabitants from getting hurt and attempted to lead them to safety, whether it was inside a room in the castle or some far away place. 

Zac’s eyes darted back and forth across the scene playing out in front of his eyes - his personal knights and protectors were occupied and he could not spot the rest of his family anywhere, causing panic to bubble within his petite frame and rooting his body in place because what the fuck was he going to do?

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Oliver Quinn had always been a very light sleeper, a thing that hadn’t changed since young. It was troublesome when he was much younger, having to always keep waking up at even the slightest sound of noise, resulting in less sleep. Less sleep means a very cranky younger Ollie, that even a younger Ellie could not satiate. Later on, it became such a big deal to the twins, their Mother, and the other residents of the castle, that their Mother had to relocate their rooms to the quietest part of Castling--away from the war, away from the other residents-- 

away from everyone else. 

Everything went more smoothly after that. Less cranky Ollie, means a less vicious and worrying Ellie, and more relaxed residents that didn’t have to hold their breathes while walking past the crown prince’s room. The twins had an entire wing to themselves, only the occasional servants coming to say if they are needed, or if it’s time for lessons, but at the age of five did someone enter their lives, --in the form of a much older boy who refuses to say his name. 

Oliver stirs, having gotten woken up by something, and with bleary eyes did he made out the shape of his younger twin, his Ellie. Knowing that Elliot enjoys his sleep as much he does, Oliver knows he is not the source of why he had woken up. He marvels at the sight of his twin’s peaceful expression for a moment, before he detangles himself away from the other, slipping out of Elliot’s bed to collect pieces of his clothing he could put on. Perhaps it’s one of the newest servants, he thinks to himself, adjusting his (Elliot’s) dress shirt, slipping on the silk pajama bottoms before he makes his way towards the door, peaking out of Elliot’s room. 

But it was not a new servant, and is in fact, someone he knows. 

“Garrett?” Oliver’s voice is hoarse, having just woken up, laced with the tones of worry and confusion. He easily slips out of Elliot’s room, knowing his other half is still laying in their bed, sound asleep, “What are you doing on the floor? That’s hardly a comfortable place to sleep on.”

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he thinks of it as odd. something had prompted him to find the prince quinn for a mere consultation. as he made his way from his quarters, hair a mess and sweat running down his forehead, he wished he was more alert. 

last night, he and his fellow knights at the castle had a little celebration to commemorate someone’s birthday. he was dragged from his post despite struggling (even engaging in a swordfight) against their hold. he would never choose to admit that he felt as if he belonged somewhere. even as he was thoroughly ignored throughout the whole night. except for one prostitute who kept sliding up against him, feeling him through the thin layer of his shirt. he wished he wore an armor so that he couldn’t feel those long fingernails scratch his skin through the fabric.

things took a turn when he was then asked to drink. and even if he was an adult, he refrained from drinking any alcohol due to some reason he could never explain. however, one mug of beer was shoved to him by the celebrant and as he chugged it down, he felt his world spinning. 

the next thing he knew was lying beside the same prostitute without her clothes on, him still fully clothed. his mind had raced and he stood up before he could even dress himself properly. but as he neared prince quinn’s room, he stopped, freezing in place.

what are you doing, garrett?

why would you ask the prince of something so vulgar?

instead of going back he found himself collapsing on the floor of the hallway, letting the darkness consume him as his thoughts became more jumbled and crazy.  

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//rises from the grave I am alive surprisingly 

ANYGAYS

 I’m here to announce the temporary postponement of all current threads I have on both Ollie AND Christian, to give way for the event threads! That’s it that’s the announcement I’M KIDDING 

this post will be edited, so that I could write down event plot ideas!

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“You’d think she would believe me if I said you were the influence as to why I sneak out?” Oliver’s smile could only widen as he leaned back on his seat, feeling more comfortable with the oldest Liddell. The crown prince had always been shy at first, but is always quick to warm up to anyone and everyone--which is both a blessing and curse. 

“Perhaps when I’m not too busy with obligations, I could make time and show it to Ellie,” of course, it had always been Ellie that Ollie would show new things he discovers, always having the urge to share things with his twin, “and perhaps, I could have this privilege of having your company as well?”

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✿~ “I suppose I got the penchant for wandering from my mother.” The grin on her face was a proud one, as though she had spent long periods of time with this mother of hers. She liked to think that she was very similar to the infamous Alice of Wonderland as the Caterpillar had once told her but with very little memory of her, it was hard to tell whether or not there really was a basis for the similarities thy shared aside from the fact that they were blood related. 

Her smile brightened then, it was quite flattering to share the same desires as the crown prince of Looking Glass Land. She didn’t visit this place as often as she did Queensland but that did not mean that the Marmoreals were less of a friend to her than the Hearts were (or at least most of them). “She may have mentioned a teensy bit about it.” 

“Oh, you did?” She exclaimed, eyes twinkling with excitement despite the porcelain cup covering most of her face. “That sounds like the loveliest of ideas.”  

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“Something of the sort.” Oliver replies vaguely, the smile on his lips held relief more than anything, glad that his younger sibling hadn’t ran away yet. He straightened his back, before dipping in a bow and offering his arm to her, like a true gentleman that he is, “I’d like to request for your company while I look around Wonderland, will you indulge in this request, sister dear?” 

Of course, it was completely her decision if she so wishes to decline or accept his invitation, but Oliver prefers if she accepts, since it had been a while since he had been able to spend time with any of his siblings, Celeste more than the other, due to Noelle’s habit of being over-protective.

❝—Come away with me❞ (Celeste Quinn)

She looked around nervously as he spoke to her just waiting for Noelle to appear out of nowhere as she normally did to pounce on whoever she was speaking to or who was speaking to her without Noelle’s permission. She anxiously bit her lip thinking on his question of if she had anywhere she needed to be. To her knowledge she had no lessons nor has she heard from Noelle or her mother needing her whatsoever today so her day was as free as can be but still that didn’t make things any easier. She swallowed hard feeling a dry lump in her throat the more nervous she got, “N-not that I’m aware of as of today b-brother dear. Why? D-do you request my assisstance?”

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Oliver sees the stiffened shoulders and widened eyes, and for a second, the crown prince is worried that Zachary would reject, his own shoulders stiffening just the slightest when the younger casted glances towards Elliot. Seeing the wide grin his youngest brother gave him made Oliver’s lips stretch into a wide smile, filled with excitement and fondness over the aspect of this possibly being the longest time he will spend with Zac. He gives a nod, eyes taking a quick glance towards his twin at his side, before averting his eyes once more towards his youngest sibling, 

“Then I shall see you after breakfast, ask Balt in preparing in case you need assistance, yes?” the fondness in Oliver’s tone never faltered, and instead only increased, movements becoming faster (albeit minuscule), icy blue eyes then trailing towards red as Ollie sees his Ellie staring at him. Oliver calms down the slightest, giving his twin one of his smiles that only belonged to Elliot, and only Elliot. The crown prince had invited his twin, prior to heading to breakfast, but on rare occasions, Elliot did refuse and told him he had business to attend to, and to have fun, but had always been hard for the two to part ways, even if it is only temporary. 

The rest of breakfast went by a blur and soon enough, Oliver had found himself waiting for his youngest brother, clad in his usual attire, aside from the white turtleneck he was forced to wear by Ellie, two white horses already prepared for the both of them, and a small group of guards for their protection.

❝—Vibrant❞ (Zachary Quinn)

The third born prince of Looking Glass Land had awoken from his surprisingly well slumber. Icy blue eyes pierced the ceilings above him, taking in the rare feeling of waking up in a fairly good mood. Zac couldn’t help but feel hopeful of what the day would bring because of such a rare event. It was a sad thought, really, that the young prince would feel fortunate for waking up just like everyone else but without his disorder creeping up on him in the back of his mind, in comparison to everyone else who would be nonchalant about opening their eyes feeling perfectly normal. In fact, Zac is normal more than fifty percent of the time as his manic episodes appear monthly, even bimonthly sometimes, but it was the fact that it was impossible to keep track. It’s just a simple matter of waiting. 

It wasn’t exactly the life Zac imagined to live as the second youngest child of the White King and Queen, but those thoughts completely vanish when he is with his family. Breakfast was one of his favorite moments of the day because the presence of each and every single Marmoreal in one room was extremely rare. Any trace of his abnormality were non-existent in front of his family. After all, they were the only ones to give him nothing but love and affection. 

Zac thanks his sisters for always making sure that he was eating enough (because young boys need to eat to grow, they said) and his brothers for acknowledging his presence (good morning baby brother, the twins said). He immediately raised his gaze towards Oliver at his older brother’s call and a pair of brighter icy blue eyes met his own with a fond gaze. He stiffened, eyes widening in shock at the invitation. His gaze fluttered back and forth between the twins because Oliver and Elliot always went everywhere together. Always. Zac had noticed Elliot’s interest in Oliver’s words, but he was never scared of his older brothers - what was there to be scared of between siblings? This time, however, Oliver asked him first and it made him wonder if something happened between the twins. 

Zac couldn’t stop the nods of excitement, the corners of his lips tugged into a wide grin. “I would love to, big brother!”   

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sentence prompts ➝ taylor swift

❝You are in love.❞

❝There’s no time for tears.❞

❝Love’s a game, wanna play?❞

❝Who’s really bad at lying?❞

❝Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes.❞

❝You’re the King, baby. I’m your Queen.❞

❝Remind her how it used to be.❞

❝You always knew how to push my buttons.❞

❝Trust me, mine is better.❞

❝You got your share of secrets.❞

❝If you live like that, you live with ghosts.❞

❝Why you gotta be so mean?❞

❝Heartbreak is the national anthem.❞

❝Boys only want love if it’s torture.❞

❝Feeling like I just lost a friend.❞

❝I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.❞

❝It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight.❞

❝I just wanna feel okay again.❞

❝So why can’t you see, you belong with me.❞

❝Darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.❞

❝I guess you didn’t care and I guess I liked that.❞

❝Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now.❞

❝I’m really gonna miss you picking fights.❞

❝You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand.❞

❝I’ve been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down.❞

❝This is the last time i’m asking you why.❞

❝It’s the kinda ending you don’t really wanna see.❞

❝You say you’re fine, I know you better than that.❞

❝I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever.❞

❝I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold.❞

❝It’s killing me to see you go after all this time.❞

❝People like you always want back the love they gave away.❞

❝So it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames.❞

❝I wish you knew that i’ll never forget you as long as I live.❞

❝You don’t know about me, but i’ll bet you want to.❞

❝This love is good, this love is bad. This love is alive back from the dead.❞

❝All you had to do was stay; had me in the palm of your hand.❞

❝So hey, let’s be friends. I’m dying to see how this one ends.❞

❝We play dumb but we know exactly what we’re doing.❞

❝You’re thinking that I hate you now ‘cause you still don’t know what I never said.❞

❝The rumors are terrible and cruel. But, honey, most of them are true.❞

❝So go and tell your friends that i’m obsessive and crazy.❞

❝Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted.❞

❝Now we got problems and I don’t think we can solve them.❞

❝Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.❞

❝Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.❞

❝I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made.❞

❝He’s so tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad but he does it so well.❞

❝And time can heal but this won’t, so if you’re coming my way, just don’t.❞

❝I should just tell you to leave cause I know exactly where it leads, but I watch us go round and round each time.❞

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It was a given that being royals would mean more time sitting down and talking about politics. They would need to be polished till they were standing ramrod straight with elegance that were expected. It was a given that they would be bound to their duties, like invisible chains keeping them in place. All of this and more were experienced by children of the white queen, Oliver more so than the rest (because he is the crown prince, he must be elegant, he must be proud, be must be perfect--) and it eats away at what’s left of his innocence till he is too tired. 

It also means that he does not get to see his family (Elliot and his Mother excluded) as much as he would like.

Oliver loves his family more than anything, would do anything and everything. 

And so he is delighted when they are complete to sit down for breakfast. 

The morning then is filled with energetic chatter and lingering laughter, no trace of those chains wrapped around their necks, only the warmth of family. Their mother, who is at the head of the table, watches with a warm, fond smile on her lips, the rare sight of her children all together a beautiful thing. Oliver watches his siblings talk, watches his Ellie converse with no hint of that anger he sometimes sees when one of his siblings talks to him, and he is glad. 

The brightest, icy blue eyes then trails towards his youngest brother, and for a moment, he only sees Zac. Oliver realizes they do not have much memories together, if at all, only glances and occasional skinship till the oldest is whisked away for duties and the youngest is tucked away in his room, doing only he knows what. Oliver does not like it.

“Zac.” He calls out fondly over the chatter of his siblings and mother, and it was only Ellie who takes notice, but keeps quiet, 

“I shall be doing rounds around the land today, would you like to come?”

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❝—Unplanned❞ (Noelle Quinn)

It wasn’t entirely a secret that the crown prince of Looking glass land had a knack for sneaking past guards and out of Castling, what the residents do not know is where he sneaks out to. Some of the members of the court chastises him about this habit, but with Oliver, he just smiles and assures them that it is fine, along with an apologetic smile from his Mother, which she only returns with fondness. They see his habit of sneaking out as a flaw, but Ollie thinks about how good he is that he was able to sneak into Queensland undetected, something he wants to voice out, but he is sure that it would only receive negative outcome. 

And so, much like the past few days, Oliver finishes his lessons as soon as possible, with Ellie having already left (not before receiving a quick kiss from the older twin, much to the younger’s alarm. They wouldn’t want to be caught, would they?) to head towards their bedroom, and slips out the door the instant their tutor dismisses him. With surprising elegance, Oliver leaves the room with a smile and a farewell and once out of sight, he simply makes his way to the gardens, seemingly intent on taking a break. 

Oliver Quinn would’ve enjoyed their own garden, and he does, but he would’ve liked not having checkered skies. In Looking glass land, there were simply no sunshine, nor clouds, and how could he, and the rest of the residents knew when was day and when was night was still such a mystery to them all. As he steps foot in the quiet space, he enters the maze, vaguely remember the time he does so in Queensland and-- he quickly brushes the thought aside. It was no good thinking about him. The crown prince walks through the maze, a place he’s memorized since young, and it was also one of the places where he and Ellie sets up passages, secret exits in order to sneak away.

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Taking a small sip of the tea he and Ellie concocted on their own, a smile tilts at his lips before the mention of her nickname for him has him almost choking on his tea, and he resists the urge to laugh. Oliver idly wonders where could she have gotten such a ridiculous nickname, but he brushes it off as something Liddells could only have, as he sets down his own cup down on its saucer, “Well you seem to be good in sneaking into places,” he was bluffing, but seeing as she sneaked (see: lost her way) her way firstly into Looking Glass Land, he could only assume, 

“she must’ve asked if I took lessons from you.” Oliver himself, despite being the crown prince, would much rather sneak out and explore Wonderland than stay in closed, palace walls, sitting on a chair with tutors breathing down his neck, 

“and I have been well, here and there, you see, not much freedom, but I did found a good place near the Dollhouse that would be a great spot for a picnic.”

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✿~ Hearing him speak, Julianna holds her tongue and lets him do as he pleases, offering him only a small pout to show that she is a teensy bit upset. She likes doing things her own way but apparently so did he and as his guest, she supposes that it is only right that she respects his wishes. In Looking Glass Land, she has always been treated like the most important of guests and it is quite a refreshing experience when she compares it to how she has to sneak about in Queensland. 

The roses in the garden distract her soon enough and she returns to her usual bubbly and almost annoyingly cheerful self. 

“I’m happy I got to see your Mother, I have missed her.” She speaks with a fond smile, long pale fingers curling gracefully around the porcelain cup. “It went well, we talked for hours so I supposed she was entertained by my stories. How have you been, Tolly?” 

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🌙 → ‘ doesn’t mean i have to like it. ’ amara responds tartly, head tilting back so her long tendrils fall over her shoulder. ‘ or him for that matter. he doesn’t have to be the way he is toward me. all i’m doing is appreciating you. ’ she practically purs, eyelashes fluttering in that flirtatious way. 

‘ well i was thinking we could.. make a visit by my house. if you wouldn’t mind. ’  

Oliver resists the urge to furrow his brows, feeling as if his hackles were raising at her tone while talking about his Ellie, but he holds himself, lips quirking in a wider smile, “well, let’s not hope Ellie hears you then.” He says so with a teasing tone, pulling himself away from her at a distance and offering his arm for her to take, 

“Of course, shall we?” He knows the area of where she currently resides, and if it wasn’t for the pair of scissors the size of a sword by his hip, he would’ve had second thoughts about heading into the direction.

❝—Daydream away❞ (Amara Quinn)

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Oliver watches in both mild fascination and worry as his younger sibling looked like a cautious kitten amidst a den of lions. The alarmed look on her face further enhanced his worry as he took careful, but normal steps towards her with an elegance drilled upon his person ever since he could walk, “Am I not allowed here?” He inquired, a hint of teasing to his gentle voice, and he quirks a smile, if only to reassure her, 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, dear sister, I assume Noelle is keeping you company?” Of course, it has always been Noelle. He takes a step closer, raising a hand to gently brush away her fringes, “I may have just been in time then, I was looking for you, Celeste. Do you have places to be at?” Pale hand drops back to his side, head tilting to the side as the brightest blue eyes amongst the marmoreal siblings stares at his sister’s own pair.

❝—Come away with me❞ (Celeste Quinn)

Celeste sighed looking out of her window as she sat held up in her room as she usually did. She glanced out admiring the sparkle of the mist that sprinkled out of the water fountain that stood in her mothers garden and wished to be able to see more water than the garden fountain.She wanted to go further of to places like she would imagine but over time since her incident with Noelle she’s felt a little too afraid to leave the safety of her room. That and Noelle would throw a fit if she was too far away from her reach and would go out on a rampage to get her back.

She sighed and needed to get a little air out of her room before she would make her self start to feel sad the longer she stared out her window. She peeked out of her door just a crack making sure Noelle nor anyone else was within sight. She sighed and slowly crept out of her room glancing around still making sure she was the only one in the hall. Perhaps she didn’t look well enough for as soon as she started to walk down the hall she was startled by her dear older brother Oliver. She gasped and jumped as she turned around to face him. “B-brother? W-what are you doing here?”

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“We haven’t done anything together in a while.” Oliver says, if only to feel concentrated on the topic. Today is peculiar, he deduces, because usually he is attentive to anything and everything Elliot says, but he finds himself, once or twice, lost in his head. He lets the bottle slip out of his hands and into Elliot’s, and he instantly wraps his arms around the other’s waist, chin resting against his shoulder, blue eyes watching the bubbles form with mild fascination. 

“After breakfast, where do you want to go, Ellie?” He mumbles against pale skin, lips once again wandering along Elliot’s shoulders, and up towards his neck. The wandering hands and brushing lips had always been part of the twins, and while they both know that if they were to be found out, they continued on, as if the step was nothing more than ordinary.

❝—Another day with you.❞ (Harley Quinn)

elliot side-steps just far enough to run the bath, water gradually filling their marble tub (everything in castling is a majestic marble) as he lets oliver pick out the which formula to use today. they haven’t done this in awhile – sharing the tub – accustomed to the rushing they have to endure everyday. they take quick showers separately on most days because they end up taking too much time otherwise; together if one of them refuses to leave the bed, however.

the one oliver picks is vanilla – one of elliot’s favorites but, while nothing can top the sweet scent of strawberries, vanilla definitely comes a close second. the bottle is simple, and so is the color – if one does not pay much attention, the bottled concoction looks more like a lost and misplaced chess piece.

“we have not in awhile,” he replies with a small smile, taking the bottle from his brother’s fingers, letting go of oliver’s hand to uncap it. he pours some of it into the tub, watches the bubbles start to form, and the delicious aroma filling the bathroom.  

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Oliver is quick to hold onto Elliot, if only to feel the warmth he’d grown so accustomed to like it was a part of him. He remembers again, one of long ago, where he is crying. Too loud, and too much. He vaguely thinks if Elliot has cried as much as he had, but all he remembers is him calming down when Ellie is set down beside him.

With an amused huff, Oliver follows after Elliot, pace matching his own before they enter the bathroom, eyes immediately drawn to the numerous bottles in display, all made by either their mother or by them. He reaches with his free hand, the other still entwined with his brother’s own, for the one that reminded him so much of Ellie, and the one Elliot loved so much, but found himself pausing mid reach. If Oliver wasn’t observant, he would’ve missed that one bottle that differs from the rest. It was too plain when beside the rest, the shape might have resembled the white pawn if Oliver would suggest, and he reaches for it instead, 

“Have we tried this one, Ellie?”

❝—Another day with you.❞ (Harley Quinn)

elliot does not leave oliver bare and alone for too long. oliver manages to get up a mere seconds before his brother before elliot pushes himself up and off the mattress to fill in the peculiar and aching emptiness of being separated, if only for a moment. he reaches out, grabs for oliver’s hand and intertwines similarly slender fingers together. he leads the way, tugs at his older twin’s hand to prevent the other from changing his mind and crawling back under the covers.

their shared bathroom is built in adjacent their own rooms, and they enter white doors to the same pale walls. their eyes are a contrast to the dull colors that surround them, and so are the numerous bottles that sit on the shelves around their bathroom. formulas their mother concocted, some the twins’ own works; elliot’s favorite happen to be the strawberry-scented bath gel (if it could be called that) he and oliver never fail to create once they run out, if only because elliot adores it so much.

but maybe oliver wants something different today, from the wide array of iridescent bottles with their very own lovely aroma.

“take your pick, ollie.”  

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 The reminder has him sobering up, even just the slightest. Blue eyes dimmed down to a darker color than normal, his eyes flutters once more. Recently, Oliver’s been spending more time holed up in the study, their tutors had finally decided that the crown prince should be more capable, more knowledgable, more more more, and it grates on Oliver until he is left exhausted, too tired to even explode. 

The kiss  on his shoulder has him snapping back into attention, and his own smile stretched his lips, the idea of a bubble bath sounds great, even better when it comes with Ellie, “sounds perfect, Ellie.” And with much, much effort, Oliver begrudgingly peeled himself away from his twin, the motion leaving behind a small emptiness and coldness that is Elliot.

❝—Another day with you.❞ (Harley Quinn)

“only if you wish,” elliot murmured, hot breath brushing against oliver’s ear. his fingers grazed down the smooth skin of his brother’s arm, chin resting against his shoulder. “if we keep putting this off, they’re going to look for us,” elliot continued, voice soft, exhausted even. just the thought of living through the day was tiring, but he had it in his mind that today would be spent with ollie – and only ollie. no one would dare burst their personal bubble; castling had learned that the hard way when they were younger. no one ever brought it up.

planting a soft kiss against the pale shoulder, elliot mumbled, “we could take use the tub.” a smile pressed against his brother’s skin. “we haven’t done that in awhile, have we? the sweet strawberry scent of the bubbles…” mixed with oliver’s own. he trailed off, lifting only his gaze to look at his brother’s face. “do you want that? you seem tense lately, so i think it’ll be good for you.”