#𝒾𝓋 . undecided. ✧･ﾟ: it will all be hard and bloody but there will be wonders too. or why else bring me here at all?

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Only recently have they gotten back into helping Jester with her pranks. With the days being so long and uneventful in the past month or so, it’s a welcome distraction. This one particular prank, though, is cutting it rather close. @tcaleaf finds themself hiding behind a chaise lounge with their adopted sister, looking at her with wide eyes. After a pause, they give an incredulous laugh. “Did you see his bloody face?” they ask between giggles. “Looked as if he’d seen a ghost! Poor thing.”

it’s always nice to have a partner in crime. talented as she is on her own nothing beats looking over her shoulder and finding her own glee mirrored back. she attempts to stay quiet, to not give either of them away in case back up is close, but it’s impossible not to follow molly’s lead. jester has to lean against the lounge for support, the laughter threatening to be her undoing. “ i’ll remember that face forever. soon as the traveler teaches me how to look like other people like he’s been promising you’re ganna see that face everywhere. oh man, i missed this, ametystový. ”

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exandriian​  ✧･ﾟ:  lucien.

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body. - ( Jester ) @diviinedevilry​

        There’s MANY scars on his body. Most of them are his own, and some are not. Lucien doesn’t like to think about it too much,  because it makes him a little hazy. He prefers to life in the present, and aim for the future. Preferably with JESTER by his side, but he’s not entirely sure that’s going to happen.

       Still, he enjoys the touch of her fingers, and so he watches for a moment before speaking again. “You know, I’ve died TWICE so far. If one can call it that. And yet I really only have one scar to show for it.”

        the myriad of scars gives her something to focus on,  a distraction for idle hands that keeps the harsher voices at bay.  it’s foolish,  she knows,  just as she knows deep down that he’ll never change but…   propped up on one arm fixated by the scars beneath her fingertips there’s a surprising  ( if unsettling )  feeling of safety  –  no longer constantly waiting for him to try to walk her into a trap.

        jester looks up sheepishly when he talks,  so lost in her own exploration that she had almost forgotten there was a living person connected to the artwork  ( for they are art,  really ).   “ i think it still counts as dying if you come back, otherwise we clerics would be a lot less impressive.  but,  uh  —  which one is that?  unless you don’t want… ”

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@cryptiique​ gets an arranged marriage starter! 

        there’s something in the air that rattles her  –  an electricity that makes her want to shrink,  to hide in mama’s skirts and find comfort in the familiar scent of lavender that follows her.  that notion in itself is off-putting:  usually a vision of confidence at such soirees,  a subject on the lips of many,  for good or bad.  from across the room however,  mama smiles and jester finds her own to return.  she and bluud had managed to keep their plans from mama for this long afterall,  sweet mama who would never allow her only daughter to make such a sacrifice on their behalf.  not after so may nights spent together dreaming up the perfect man from aspects of those around them.

       a waiter passing around a tray of sweets draws her attention away from mama,  devouring the pastry in one much to bluud’s amusement.  as if that were all she needed,  jester nods to bluud and turns to the door.  if she is going to do this,  really do this,  perhaps away from the festivities is the best way to meet her future husband  ( oh gods,  what a thought! ).  while bluud requests the gentleman’s presence  jester finds a balcony overlooking the ocean  –  the smell of the glistening water below drifting in on the slight breeze at least is a welcome distraction.

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tag drop part two - dynamics and writing

𝒾𝒾𝒾 . luxoned. ✧･ﾟ:  i’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

𝒾𝒾𝒾 . aschcregen. ✧･ﾟ:  can you feel this magic in the air? it must have been the way you kissed me

𝒾𝒾𝒾 . feruchemy (artie). ✧･ﾟ:  whatever way our stories end i know you have rewritten mine by being my friend

𝒾𝒾𝒾 . chaoshe. ✧･ﾟ:  i’ve always felt sorry for those forced to be only one person; we are halves but we make an infinite whole

𝒾𝒾𝒾 . erzmagier. ✧･ﾟ:  if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know you know you’ll always know me

𝒾𝓋 . arc one. ✧･ﾟ:  eyes bright and heart eager

𝒾𝓋 . arc two. ✧･ﾟ:  laid where childhood dreams entwine with cruelty

𝒾𝓋 . arc three. ✧･ﾟ:  blue for cruel bargains and green for daring what one oughtn’t 

 𝒾𝓋 . arc four. ✧･ﾟ:  for snow is the beginning and death of all things beautiful

𝒾𝓋 . arc five. ✧･ﾟ:  a cat; a bird; a god. anything but a girl

𝒾𝓋 . arc six. ✧･ﾟ:  a map of infinite maybes and a golden string to home

𝒾𝓋 . undecided. ✧･ﾟ:  it will all be hard and bloody but there will be wonders too. or why else bring me here at all?

𝒾𝓋 . starter. ✧･ﾟ:  in stories when someone appears in a poof of green and invites a girl away on adventure it’s because she’s special

𝒾𝓋 . feywild. ✧･ﾟ:  but you are not chosen. the fey did not choose you - you chose yourself

𝒾𝓋 . reply. ✧･ﾟ:  tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend it to be true

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tcaleaf​  ✧･ﾟ:  mollymauk.

There’s little that matters more to them than the sound of her laughter. Since being taken in by Marion, the feeling of family is hard to deny when they waste time like this with the darling little Sapphire of the Lavish Chateau. It makes them feel young, without obligations. It’s nice.

“ I missed this too, ” Mollymauk says, smiling at the infernal nickname. With a sigh they shake their head, and brush a lock of hair from their face. “ I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in – fuck, in ages. Feels like any ailments I might’ve had have been cured, just by one little prank. Absolutely astounding. ”

        there are multiple false endings before her laughter subsides properly,  like waking from a dream only to immediately slip underneath once more.  everytime there’s a pause,  a momentary glimpse of it passing,  it only takes one more glance at mollymauk’s face for her to start anew.

        “ i tried telling mama that it would be good for her to have a little fun with me sometimes for just that reason!  but you know how she worries, ”   jester replies with a small roll of her eyes,  a remark that might have carried her own hurt and worry if not for the circumstances.  popping her head over the top of the lounge she extends a hand to them as she rises,  “ c’mon,  trust me  you don’t wanna still be here if they tell someone. ”