#ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

[wonderloste]

"beware, city boy, white shoes get dirty... these woods don't show any mercy." they're making fun of him, however subtle! there's a dark atmosphere over the air where they wander 'round him in circles, fire burning behind them. it flashes with the same colors as their eyes. they couldn't be more at odds, the two of them : he's so prim, and proper, and well-kempt. they're smeared with blood and dirt, with twigs catching in their hair and ought but leaves in makeshift dress to cover them. whatever he's among, it certainly isn't humans, or the polite society he'd clearly come from. "such beautiful art, but in a muddy swamp, what's that gonna do?"

@londonfallen / amadeu, for silas! / starter call

[wonderloste]

" that was a foolish decision. " - valfires

the serpent & the wings of night / @londonfallen

oh, they are nothing alike, and yet so very similar. valentin studies this alice with the slightest scrunch of his nose, whether in amusement or disappointment is difficult to tell ... perhaps it is both! they'd have been fast friends, in the eras long past. so it's probably for the best that he's changed since then.

" — we agree. 'tis always foolish to put oneself between a greater threat and those who cannot protect themselves. to do anything less is bravery." he speaks so effortlessly, as if not perturbed at all to call it a coward! he isn't, truthfully. he's naught but honest, even when his forked tongue does not match the complacent smile he wears. this body will mend. he'd bled rose petals aplenty around them, but now, only vines grow over the wound along his hip. "but it is fine for you to be brave. we will protect you, too, when the time comes you cannot protect yourself. and you will see. history repeats."

[wonderloste]

he's polite, perhaps to a fault : never daring to close the space 'tween himself and this season's alice, for fear of offending their sensibilities. they are, after all, still strangers. but the white rabbit had done well, instructing her to find her way to spade kingdom ... he's done everything he can, to help her settle into the castle.

"iƨ ɘvɘɿγtʜinϱ to γoυɿ liʞinϱ?" the white king presses his hand over his chest, smiling somewhat apologetically. their tongues are different, he knows. it takes ... a great deal of effort, to speak the same as she does. "we tr-tried ... to find ... a s...suitable room ... in a quiet corridor, for you ... to s-stay."

@hcpebled / white king, for ashe! / starter call

[wonderloste]

" something bothers you. " ( Yui for Hansel or Feyrithe )

the serpent & the wings of night / @heartsbloomed

he's so very out of place. he doesn't belong out in the great wide world, all the centuries, perhaps a couple million, that he's spent trapped in his tower. all that time, he'd never even seen the moon until now, never mind all the stars that sprinkle the sky. perhaps saying he's bothered isn't so wrong.

"this is quite frightening, isn't it? this world doesn't look anything like i imagined it would." a vast expanse of darkness, only lit up by the glowing flora that surrounds them ... he thought it'd be ... brighter. "aren't you afraid? you said you weren't familiar with wonderland, either! where are we to go from here...?" he'd been so desperate to escape, he hadn't thought this far.