#cheryl rainsworth

[acsylia]

For all my life I am yours ※

[pandora-heart-attack-blog]

What could make Paindora Hurts sadder/worse(better?)

Gilbert siding with Glen!Oswald!Leo(I wanted to see this)

Gilbert remembering the past sooner and knowing everything all along and actually leading everyone to the claws of Baskervilles, making him sort of an 'agent' for the Baskervilles like Vince was

Gilbert becoming Glen(I actually wanted this too) wich means him killing Vince(but not this)

Since Break is also CoM Gil has to kill him too, no?

Break obeying Cheryl's order about killing Oz, (Oz not fighting back but Gil does(if things mentioned above didn't happen))

Glen!Oswald!Leo killing Vincent when he pierced him with his sword

Vincent successfully erasing himself just like he planned

Vincent accidentally killing Ada when she tried to conform him when he lost control of his chain and having another breakdown 

Or worse: Vincent not having feelings for Ada so he kills her purposely

Sharon and Reim dying too

Rufus dying when jumping off that cliff into the Abyss

Oswald killing Lacie when he travelled back in time

Alice dying wich leads to Oz's breakdown and thus not being able to fight against Jack

Oz not going through 100 year circle because he's a chain and chains can't reincarnate

The 100 year reincarnation circle not existing and all souls just disappearing in oblivion(and no chance of seeing each other in the afterlife)

Jury destroying their world because they found out

Gil dying before he is able to meet Oz and Alice again

Just Gil dying(preferably by Oz's or Breaks hand)

Everyone reincarnating but not being able to remember a thing or meet each other

Feel free to add more!

[youremymiracleelliot]

Let’s take a minute to analyze their dance styles!

The first one’s easy: Vincent and Ada obviously are waltzing~

Elliot and Leo seem to discuss who’s to take the lead, though it looks like it’s Elliot. Well, no surprise, he’s the noble and Leo as commoner still needs to learn.

Rufus is doing the Dirty Dancing move with Cheryl, how precious✨

Echo and Noise are dancing cancan.

But what the f- is it, Break, Sharon and Reim are doing?? Irish Riverdance?? XD

[scaip]

Late-night ramble:

This comes influenced by my own cathartic needs and as someone who has read ASoIaF due the recurrent theme about the importance of heirs in noble families.

Let's say, Oz spent 10 human years in the Abyss. During the whole decade, Xai nor Oscar remarried and had more children, which should make Ada heir-apparent, as one of the four main dukedoms in the country would definitely not want to lose everything. Unless there is some specific law against female inheritance, and considering how twisted PH world is, are you really going to tell me they kept the only Vessalius kid left in the dark about everything?

I could justify Oscar doting on Ada after Oz was cast in the Abyss, as the girl was basically alone (Gilbert left them for the Nightrays), however, I remember Oz telling Gilbert he couldn't attend Lutwidge and was home-schooled due previous kidnapping attempts or something alone those lines.

So, you have the only child of a noble house left, whom someone with bad intentions could arrange to dispose of in order to weaken the Vessalius, and you will really not lift a finger to educate her properly. Here is when the whole female rights for inheritance come to my mind, as it is heavily implied the Rainsworths are a noble matriarchy. Either that or some political arrangement such as using the politically convenient surname due female line being more powerful/pretigious than the male one. We never got to hear from Shelly's husband, and Cheryl only mentions hers when telling Rufus to stop sending love letters.

Also, considering their prominence in the plot (Rufus and Cheryl and the most featured dukes), I would not be surprised if by that point, Barma and Rainsworth dukedoms were kinda more powerful than Vessalius and Nightray. Nightrays have bad fame and we really ignore what Xai and Oscar are up to when it comes to their work. It is stated three dukedoms were into human experimentation and Vincent said Vessalius were the most lax when it came to security. Being regarded as descendants from a famous past figure doesn't equal power and status after a century.

I get the main PH plot was very complex and Ada only was a secondary character, after all, the story is about Oz, Alice and Gilbert researching The Tragedy of Sablier and the mess that came with that. It is only that, I feel there were too many plot-holes around Ada. Oscar and Xai might not have re-married due their own traumas, however, you also have to think about the future?? And a decade can be a lot in that world??? Like, even Ada wasn't the heiress, it doesn't mean she was an useless pawn. That's the single Vessalius child left, living in a world of plotting nobles. Vincent aside, there is so much we don't know about her. Or whatever was in Xai and Oscar's minds. Heir gets thrown in and Eldritch Location? It means a huuuge vacant point. They could have adopted, remarried or move influences. A decade is a lot of time without a heir for an influential noble family.

What the hell could Xai and Oscar have planned for Ada?

(update, since it could be misunderstood) it was a rethoric question, guys

[cxnnaissance]

@soleildansobscurite​ ♡

“Out for a stroll?” It was rare within itself that he had encounters with the Vessalius girl. Though, admittedly, it was from his own preference to refrain from stepping beyond the boundaries of his own territory. Ah, though mayhap she would only recognize him as one of Cheryl’s valets, having guided the Lady Rainsworth in public view.

“How is thy education faring?” Well, he was never one that usually sparked conversation with young folk.

[multixkitten]

About my Xerxes Break’s

Since it might be easier for me to just post info about them here than you trying to navigate my muse page (I know I need to rewrite everything but so many of them are messed up...), I decided to just post some info on them.

Sugar. She’s younger for one, female (obviously), and prefers to go by the name “Sugar” over Xerxes Break. She is still a servant for the Rainsworth Dukedom, though she does have a modern verse if you’d like to meet her there instead. She’s not very good at close range combat and instead uses a variety of guns in battle (as well as other weapons, she’s been known in modern verse to carry grenades)...She is healthy because she never contracted Albus. She never met the Sinclair’s and it was instead the Regnard family that was killed. She occasionally will go by her old name, Kristine Regnard, but rarely. She is the Break that is associated with my Gilbert. She is also Missy’s main contractor.

DB (Demon Break is my nickname for him). He goes by Xerxes Break, though some people call him by his nickname “DB”, as he refers to himself as a demon. He is a chain and a very powerful one at that. He is contracted to the entire Rainsworth house, meaning anyone of Rainsworth blood can use him in battle. He spends most of his time acting as a human, though it is merely a disguise really. Terrifying and bloodthirsty on the battlefield, he is known as the Rainsworth Demon, hence his nickname. He acts as a member of Pandora and will go on missions by himself unless he’s been starved, in which case he needs one of his contractor’s to accompany him. Unfortunately, that is a common occurrence. My Sheryl Rainsworth (the one associated with this Break), is not a kind woman and often starves him for his disobedience. When starved, he begins to lose all sense of control over himself and may attack humans or other chains ruthlessly to feed. He’s a powerful chain, so he has quite the appetite.

Modern Break. He’s a member of the Yakuza, adopted into the Rainsworth family that controls the country a lot in the shadows as the heads of the Yakuza, lead by Sheryl Rainsworth. He used to work for the Sinclair’s, but when they were murdered he became a serial killer slaying all those associated with the ones who did it to get revenge. He was eventually caught and sentenced to execution. There, unknown to the other authorities, Oscar Vessalius, a dear friend of Sheryl Rainsworth and a police officer working in the prison, saved him and brought him to Sheryl, where he changed his name from Kevin Regnard to Xerxes Break. Though his identity is hardly a secret, everyone is too scared of Cheryl to even attempt to bring him in again for his crimes. He has essentially “gotten away with murder”. He’s a playful, but somewhat serious man who is obsessed with oreos.

Reaper. Long dead after the events of canon (so he can work in a modern verse too--yes he’s been dead that long), he--per the rules of a child of misfortune--must wait 500 years instead of 100 in order to be reborn into the world. Instead of waiting around, he decided to become a Grim Reaper to pass the time. His job is to carry souls to the other side. He personally carried many of his friend’s souls to the other side as they died one by one. 

Despite this painful fact, and the fact that many were reborn without him and he might have to reap their souls again, he is actually rather cheerful and calm, rarely losing his temper. However, he possesses an immortal body, which will even regrow body parts if cut off. When he reaps, his eye glows, and though he does spend some time wandering around the human world, he tends to avoid most crowds because should anything happen, and it does often happen, he would terrify the general populace swinging his scythe around.

And lastly, WY!Break. This Break is from a divergent canon universe where Elliot was Glen, Humpty Dumpty never existed, Jack was the Hero and Oswald lost his mind after Lacie’s death, and the Will’s wish was to see Jack once again. In this verse, Oz (who became B-Rabbit slowly, rather than being B-Rabbit from the start) is the main focus. He snapped after the death of Gilbert and changed into a chain using the rest of Alice’s powers (she became human). This Break, who had survived the final battle thanks to the Will of the Abyss bestowing him with essentially a “new body” as a reward for bringing Jack back to her, continues to live with the Rainsworth while he works for an uncorrupt Pandora. He is still contracted to Mad Hatter. He--unknown to most--also has recovered his left eye in his new body, though he keeps it hidden. It has a new power granted to him when the Will of the Abyss restored it, the ability to walk in people’s minds and memories. It’s a power he doesn’t really enjoy, but he eventually uses it to save Oz and return him his memories after he becomes contracted to Gilbert.

[natsuhinamikaze]

Want a sneakpeak on what I am working on?

"It's good to see you two get along so well, but-"

The albino sighed inwardly. There was always a but.

"Is it really wise, Xerx-kun?" the duchess’s voice was laced with worry. It wasn’t the first time he had heard it directed towards him.

"Whatever are you referring to, Cheryl-sama?" maybe if he played dumb they won’t be discussing something he himself was not ready to acknowledge.

No such luck.

"Several Pandora members have been voicing their concern over your conduct with Alice-chan."

"You make it sound like I am corrupting her, Milady." he laughed good naturedly while popping a yellow candy into his mouth and making a joke of the situation as usual, however the Rainsworth matriach was not discouraged in the slightest.

"They feel it is improper for you to have her with you at all times and walk around hand in hand. They also feel like you are playing into her misbelief of being or once have been a regular human girl." she tried to hide her frown by taking a sip from the now lukewarm tea. “Just what kind of trouble are you stirring up now, Xerx-kun?”

At that he couldn’t stop the comical snicker falling out of his lips before squinting his eye mischievously. "Well, she does have a human form that she much prefers over her Chain form. And she at times very much acts like a real human girl. That is quite interesting in it's unique nature." he whispered the last part conspiratorily, hoping that the older woman will be satisfied with his answer and drop the subject entirely.

"Maybe it is not so unique as we might have believed.” his companion seemed to be deep in thought as she put down her cup. “Maybe other Chains also have a human form and it only boils down to their preference which one they use." her gaze was piercing, searching in the eyes of the white haired man for something.

"What are you getting at?" he frowned, praying that whatever the duchess was searching for didn’t show on him. After a long moment she finally spoke.

"Certain times she looks and acts exceptionally human. Please don't be tricked by it."

"Don't worry, Cheryl-sama, I won't." his red gaze hardened to a look she was all too familiar with. It was the same he wore when Break finally ensnared someone into one of his traps. "Besides, it doesn't mean anything."

~ From Chapter ? of 26 lies, “It doesn’t mean anything”.

This is a little sneak-peak on a side project, I have wanted to write since forever. :) It is a Brelice drabble collection focusing on the lies Break and Alice tells about their relationship as it progreses. I do not know yet if it will all take place in one world or multiple different worlds. This chapter at least will take place in Crazed Clockwork.

[thisgoldenafternoon]

In free fall- A ReimxBreak fanfiction

“Hah... you don't need to tell me that...” the words come out barely a whisper. Defeated and done for.

And then Break's lashes flutter closed. There is the tiniest of stumbles, while his neck arches sideways, a pristine porcelain white and his swaying body is suddenly drained of any tension.

He's falling, Reim realizes, but in the most beautiful pattern. As if in slow motion he witnesses every muscle in Break's body go limp, his mouth is slackening, the sad and ironic smile erased but his features still cling to the memory of pain and despair they held only seconds ago.

Vicious black lines taint the immaculate skin of his chest with an irrevocable reminder of a hidden past, tragic and disturbing, and now in plain view for any onlooker.

Break's form, though halfway doubled over, is still sinking backwards and maybe even in unconsciousness it is drawn towards the safety that is Reim's presence. Maybe it's always been this way, that their bodies gravitated around each other and their minds are only now beginning to understand.

But there is still this sting of betrayal, that keeps Reim from dashing forward, to secure, protect, and hold.

It's not like he had expected Break to lay himself bare in front of him, but hell- they've known each other for fifteen years and Reim had always been confident that he'd seen the man at his lowest and brightest, but now he isn't too sure if what he'd caught glimpses at was more than a paper-thin, carefully elaborated charade.

Crushing insecurity makes him stare blankly ahead, while Break is gradually crumbling to the floor like he is suspended in quicksilver, all gracefully buckling limbs, pale strands obscuring his eyes.

Was Reim really trusted that little? Or had he just been too blind to realize the truth?

Had Xerxes secretly been reaching out to him, wanting him desperately to realize the deep dark truth about himself?

Should he have known?

Should he have been told?

Was he even allowed to assume, that his rightful place truly was by Break's side?

Had Xerx' really wanted him to be his friend, his equal, would he have kept all those things from him?

The weight of the years suddenly seems to pull him down. Years of being lied to, years of

-god forbid it- being a mere pawn in the grand scheme of what ever it might be, that Break had set out to do.

There is a sharp crack somewhere in front of his unseeing eyes when Break's weakened hand loses its grip on his cane and Reim's mind is starting to reel.

The sound brings back a memory of a different day, one late in March, when the hares are said to be raging mad and the sun has made it higher above the horizon than since forever.

And suddenly Reim can smell daffodils. The barely warmed bark of an oak, where the frosts of winter still lingered, when you touched it long enough for your skin to drink in all the sunlight. Rich, sodden earth. And the sweetest touch of tea and vanilla.

He was sixteen by that time, but he still remembers it as clearly as his head now remembers the blow it had received earlier.

Sharon had kept a cat those days, a timid fluffy thing that used to stray away from the manor only to get scared by a shadow and seek shelter where ever it deemed suited. It usually took all the coaxing and prying Sharon was capable of, to lure it out of its hiding place, but on that day the kitten had chased a wisp of sunlight up to the higher branches of the oldest oak on the Rainsworth's estate.

Reim had spend the morning writing letters for both Lady Cheryl and Duke Barma and rain had drummed a constant staccato on his window pane, but the clouds were shifting restlessly outside and by afternoon a sun so dazzling and bright had broken through, his papers almost seemed aglow.

Right when he took a small break to marvel at the sight, Sharon had stormed into his study, a charming little Lady at the early age of thirteen years but the tears staining her cheeks somewhat tarnished the impression.

Her breath was hitching and her cheeks were reddened, hair coming loose from the elegant knot it had been styled in this morning.

“Reim-san! You need to help me!” She looked at him with pleading eyes, and Reim knew, whatever was to follow, be it “ You have to travel to the deepest core of Abyss!” or “You gotta tell Break, he won't be getting any sweets for the next two weeks!” he didn't have it in him to turn her down.

And he was well aware which option of the given he'd prefer.

Fortunately though, the following request was reasonable enough. “I can't find Mina and I fear she got lost somewhere in the gardens again! Will you help me look for her, please?”

Suppressing a sigh Reim got to his feet. Surely the letters could wait, it wasn't like Lady Sheryl's answers would convey any joy or hope for Duke Barma, anyway.

So out he went with a disheveled and worried Sharon in tow and they spent the better part of the afternoon wandering through the spacious grounds that made out the acreage of the Rainsworth's but to no success.

When the sun had already begun its steady descent towards the horizon and the glittering on the first daunting green of spring had turned a stunning gold, they both found themselves out of breath, with dirt staining the rims of their fine attire and stray branches sticking out of their hair, at the foot of the dignified oak that marked the deepest part of the gardens. Panting and light headed as he was, Reim leaned back, just to let air flood his lungs and the cooling breeze soothe the heat rising in his cheeks.

It carried a whiff of early daffodils. Under his hands, the earth was still damp from all the rain, but emanated a scent of belonging that resonated with a secret spot deep within his bones. A scent one would always associate with home even if worlds away.

And it was in this fleeting moment of rest that Reim looked up into the skies where the barren branches of the oak had painted bizarre patterns, gouty fingers that reached for the sun though unable to secure its warmth, yet.

There high above he spotted a hint of white fur, nearly obscured by the chaos of blackened bark and dead wood, the tiny body pressed flush against the enormous trunk, shivering.

“My Lady, I think I found her!” he breathed, in fear that the slightest sound would scare the little ball of fur ever further up the tree. “I'm trying to get her down now, so please just stay here and be ready to catch her should she fall!”

He knew he wasn't in the position to give orders to the Grand-daughter of the duchess, but he wouldn't put it past Sharon to follow him up the trunk, lest he made himself clear and gave her a solid purpose to stay right where she was.

Reim remembered climbing that oak countless times as a kid but never to such a height- and had his feet always found that little support in the cracks and crevices of the bark?

Had the branches always gnarled like this when being strained with his weight?

Probably not, but only a few feet above him Mina still clung on to the tree for dear life, so there was no way in hell he'd abandon his task now.

Sweat trickled down his neck and the muscles in his shoulders started to ache like overused cords and still he strove higher, his mind dead set on finding a shake to hold on to, a crotch to get a footing.

And just when his eyes where nearly level with Mina's snowy pawns, with Reim in constant denial of seeing stars dancing in front of his vision, a sharp crack resounded throughout the crisp air that made some early songbirds take their hurried leave from the safety of the crooked tree.

Suddenly Reim's foot wasn't caught in the secure grasp of sturdy roughened wood anymore but suspended in thin air, the gnarled branch that just snapped like a match now making its violent descent in a whirling of slurred shadows.

“Sharon! Get out of the way!” Though only secured by the tight hold he had on the knag above him, legs frantically searching for a cleft or bump to get a bearing, his first thoughts had concerned Sharon's safety, not his own.

Having dodged the debris easily, she cried out to him in apparent horror.

“It's fine! I'll just have to pull myself up, no need to..” Reim's voice broke off with a yelp of pain. The strained muscles in his shoulders had all of a sudden gone into violent convulsion, cramps wracking his back and he felt his grip on the lifesaving bough slip.

He tried slinging his legs around the trunk but to no avail, his mistreated limbs had refused any obedience.

Adrenalin was coursing nauseatingly through his veins and his pulse drummed a maddening crescendo of “I'm gonna die- I'm gonna die- I'm gonna die!” behind his eyes. Though his arms had gone in a complete rigor, he could feel his biceps shaking on the very last thread of strength.

There was another pang of raw pain running through his body and then his arms gave out.

Break had been strolling around rather aimlessly for the past two hours, carefully avoiding the more populated areas close to the manor, in favor of the quieter run to seed spots somewhere close to the riverbank on the far edge of the estate.

The constant rain and gloom of the last weeks had made him restless, the empty socket that accompanied his remaining keen wine red eye throbbing dully at ungodly hours in the night.

A deep ache grinding in his bones sometimes when it stormed, filled him with an uncertain foreboding he couldn't quite put a finger on, yet.

So, when the birdbrained duke came to attend upon Lady Cheryl once again earlier that day he had fled the house, using a secret passageway concealed by an armor and made his escape to the gardens just in time to catch the first ray of sunlight painting the listless gray a stunning beryl.

A warm breeze came from the west and carried a scent of the sea, but hidden beneath the sharp pang of salt and tang lay also the promise of daffodils.

When the warmth descending on him had alleviated the stiffness in his bones somewhat, he idled around the little forest, every once in a while treating himself to some candy while his thoughts went ahead and around in circles. He hadn't even realized that his feet had carried him a good way back towards the manor already, when the panicked cries of Reim, seconds later joined by Sharon's high pitched voice yanked him out of his revery.

And Break found himself running. Worry constricting his throat, heart pounding, he skidded to a halt in the clearing at the very foot of an enormous oak, to find Sharon hysteric and in tears and Reim forty feet above the ground, barely holding on to the tree anymore, with his whole body shaking and convulsing with exhaustion. He felt a cry building in his chest, sheer terror spreading throughout his whole being.

A rough jerk went through Reim's tense shoulders and suddenly he was falling.

Break was well aware that he wouldn’t be able to catch the other the way he would manage with Sharon's petite form, for Reim had already overstepped the threshold of adolescence what with his broadening shoulders and lean built.

The last traces of boyhood in him were only reminiscent when he was cradled in the tranquility of sleep and the morning light smoothed his sharpening features with a gentle touch.

There was no way to simply catch him in his arms like Break would have done several years ago, but he'd be damned, if he wouldn't try anyway.

Reim braced himself for the impact. Praying silently to any deity that might listen, that the ongoing rain had softened the earth enough for the fall not to be fatal.

A pang of white agony shot through his right leg, when it smashed into a particular thick branch and then he hit the ground.

There was a sickening thud accompanied by a barely suppressed outcry of pain and Reim found himself cradled by the musk-heavy scent of soil and rain drenched grass.

Still in a daze and numbly wondering how in all seven hells he wasn't feeling much pain, save for his leg, the smell of vanilla and syrupy tea invaded his senses and all of a sudden he noticed the pair of arms, almost completely hidden in ridiculously wide sleeves, slung around his waist.

The hold Break had on him tightened for a brief moment and there was the ghost of a whisper next to his ear. Only three words, but to Reim they seemed to convey a much deeper meaning.

“I've got you!”

Then Break's whole body went limp.

For a heart stopping moment Reim was sure he had crushed the fragile form and frantically rolled off his savior with a whimper, ready to see blood and protruding bones.

Instead he found the dark bud of a bruise viciously blooming right next to Break's eye, where Reim's elbow must have made violent contact with his temple and knocked him unconscious.  

His searching hands found a pulse, and though the others breathing seemed labored and his face was taut, there was a steady rhythm of “thum-thump” against his palm.

Right underneath his fingers, obscured only by the thin layer of fabric that was Break's shirt an ink black intricate mark tainted the milk pale skin, waiting patiently to be revealed.

It was Sharon's voice that brought Reim to his senses, in a state of absolute horror she asked him if he was alright again and again, if Break was going to die- and oh how her tears spilled over the two of them- until Reim carefully took a hold of her hand.

“It'll be fine!” it was all the reassurance he could muster with his body trembling and voice strained, but when he caressed her strawberry-blond strands gently, the sobs subsided. He carefully tried to pick himself up, but collapsed right back when searing hot pain coursed through his leg once again.

The angle the limb stood out from underneath him sent waves of nausea through his guts and suddenly his vision blurred.

Someone frantically called out to him, but his mind was all fuzzy and swimming and the earth seemed to pull him in.

“Get help!” he moaned before blackness swallowed him whole.

At the end of the day Reim had gotten himself a horribly broken leg, but apart from that he was nearly unhurt.

Break had managed to protect all the vital parts, after all. But to what expanse...

The Hatter had suffered a severe concussion, which rendered him unconscious for the next couple of hours, two broken ribs and an unnervingly large quantity of bruises and contusions all over his body.

It took weeks for him to move about with only a manageable amount of pain, whereas Reim's leg sometimes still hurt to the present day, mostly on rainy days in March.

Sharon had cried her eyes out at the sides of both of their sickbeds, feverishly blaming herself for not taking better care of her cat, until both Reim and Break were sick and tiered of it and threatened to banish her from their rooms, lest she not stopped. After that she pouted in silence, but held back her tears.

But from that day on she kept a keen eye on Mina, who wasn't allowed to the gardens ever again, after the poor gardener who had been sent to finally free the kitten from its lofty prison, armed with a ladder and a brailer very nearly had his face clawed off.

Reim had tried expressing his gratitude the moment he was allowed to roam about, but just got cut off brusquely, with Break stating, that him falling to his death would have resulted in Sharon crying even more and neither her Mother nor Grandmother would have let him get away with THAT.

Reim just smiled quietly to himself and remembered the erratic heartbeat he had felt against his back, the way Break's arms had tightened protectively around him, even tough it must have hurt like hell, what with all the injuries to his torso, and those three words breathed against his pulse line.

By the amount of relief they carried, it was entirely possible that they had been more of a reassurance for Break himself than anything else.

But there had also been a raw emotion resonating in the strained whisper, Reim still didn't thoroughly understand.

So he mulled those words over and over in his mind for the next ten years, together with the painstaking moment that had his blood running cold, the moment he had thought he'd surely gone and killed off Break.

Reim is still in a haze when Xerxes' pale strands ghost past his jawline and envelop him once again in the familiar smell of vanilla and sweet tea, so he almost doesn't catch his falling form.

Almost.

For when Break's shoulder collides with the solid wall of Reim's chest after an eternity played out in air that seemed the consistency of molten lead, his body acts on his own accord.

His arms wrap around the thin shoulders and waist to finally secure, and hold and protect.

He is dully aware of being asked if he knew about the seal and what kind of story it conveyed.

He breathes a stunned “No...” as an answer, wondering briefly if it was even alright for him to know, now.

But then he set his jaw in determination.

Maybe this whole ordeal could also mean the beginning of something unspoken, something beautiful and renewed; a future where Break would stop hiding from him and Reim could tear apart those icy walls of silence the other had built around himself.

All of a sudden he realizes, that the reason his stomach is churning and his mind races a thousand miles per hour doesn't have anything to do with Kevin Legnard but everything with Xerxes Break, who's motionless form is currently only supported by Reim's tight hold.

For now, that would have to do. For now,  Reim would content himself with being able to catch the other should he fall; because he might not understand the White Knight of the Sinclair's and any of the loneliness, despair and ruthlessness that accompanies him, but he does know a little about Break.

And that is enough for him to cast aside one hundred and sixteen nameless lives and even more months of being kept in the shadows.

Instead he watches Break's face, still drawn, haunted, and is startled when a red tear silently falls on a marble-cold cheek.

His head he numbly realizes is throbbing dully and there's a trickle of blood steadily ghosting down his temple. He will need bandaging soon, but for now, Xerxes his more important.

So, when Duke Barma finally shifts his attention to Oz, he carefully lowers both of them to the ground, lips gently brushing the pale temple on which once a tempest-black bruise blossomed, just to tighten his hold for a fleeting moment, and whisper

“I've got you!”

to the soft skin underneath.

And he isn't even surprised to find a reverberation of the same still not fully understood undertone in his own voice, that tinges the words with unspoken worry and affection.

Was this what Break had felt at that moment? What had driven him ever since they first laid eyes on him, bloodied and broken on the cold stone floor in front of the Rainsworth's gate?

Perhaps their bodies had realized a truth hidden deep in their blood long ago and had hence reached out for one another.

A pained shiver runs through his friend, which causes Reim to carefully remove his coat and wrap him up in the soft fabric, briefly marveling about how nicely it managed to cover him whole.

After guiding the frail form down, head securely resting in his lap, Reim's hands busy themselves once again with finding a heartbeat, and though now the twisted mark is obvious under his touch, he finds the rhythm of the pulse unchanged, strong and achingly familiar.

In this moment it dawns on him, that he couldn't care less about Kevin Legnard, for in the chest under his palms beats the heart that's tact he's come to know in and out. It was a sound he could sometimes hear in the dead of night, when rain hits his window pane, intimate and beloved.

A steady, unwavering drumming in the darkness and it begins to grow on him with a startling clarity, where his own heart might have lain for the better part of his life.

[hsaurma]

Now, I, like many others before me, will calculate how many years all the same characters from Pandora are, all the information about “Pandora’s Hearts” which is official, I took from this Tumblr blog: http://lilyginnyblack.tumblr.com

Why a 15 year old past? According to my calculations 15-year-old. 10 years have passed since Oz got into the Abyss. When Sharon and Reim met  Xerxes / Kevin, Reim was 11 years old, although the first picture said that, almost, but since Sharon and Reim met for the first time and the moment they met  Xerxes / Kevin, there was still a period of time , Reimu was 11 years old, according to official information Reimu is currently 26 years old and it turns out if you measure time by Reim’s age you get 15 years. And Kevin, Vincent and Gilbert emerged from the Abyss all the same at the same time, and not separately as guys from the Baskervilles. By the way, the difference between Reim and Sharon is only 3 years old and then in their first meeting, she was only 7 or already 8.                                      The second picture says that the letters were sent about forty years ago, when Shelley was three or four years old, that is, she would be 43-44 years old at the moment. So at the time when they met with Xerxes / Kevin, she was 28-29 years old.                                                                                                                According to official information, Xerxes himself was 24 years old at the time. It turns out that now Xerxes is already 39 years old, if you do not take the time spent in the Abyss, and this is 30 years, as they say in the third picture. So, if he had not fallen into the trouble, he would have been 69 years old, and according to official information Rufus is now 67 years old. (Pfft ... can you imagine, Break would have been older than Barma! To be honest, when it came to this for a very long time, I laughed)                                  An amusing, but useful fact - exactly 100 years have passed since the time of the Sabrias tragedy. 10 years have passed since Oz's age of majority, another 5 years have passed, in which Gilbert, Vincent and  Xerxes / Kevin spent in Vessalius / Nightrey / Rainsward houses, then another 30 years that Kevin spent in the Void, and 24 Kevin's years - 10 + 5 + 30 + 24 = 69 years. So, Kevin Regnard ( Xerxes Break), was born after 31 years, after the Sabryan tragedy. Although this woman will kill me, Sheryl is the same as Barme 67, since they are friends of childhood, and 45 years ago both of them were 22 years old, and Sheryl gave birth to Shelley at 23-24.                                                                      Ozu is 15 years old, since his soul, 100 years ago, slept all the time and only woke up for a short time, did not develop and was in the Abyss, but if you count this way, then, 125, with errors ... with Alice it is not known both from one and the other, since all the time both Alice were in the Abyss, a place where time is broken, but according to official information they are physically 14 years old.      It's easier with Gilbert, at the end of the manga, 124-125 years, except for the time spent in the Abyss, but I don't consider it as this space with a broken course of time, and once there, the time flies by unnoticed, and you do not develop, but if to calculate, he would have been 224-225 years old. Vincent at the end of the manga is 123 years old, Levi is 32 years old, according to official information, before the Sabrias tragedy, then, his soul fell asleep, but if you count down 157 years.                                                                                                                    Jack, according to official information, was 25 years old before the Sabrian tragedy, his soul fragment traveled around the world after the Sabrian tragedy, so Jack was 125 years old at the beginning of the manga . Lacie, like Jack, 25 years old, Oswald, 27 years old.                                                                              Lottie is physically 24, and Zwei is 16, but she, like Zwei, was present at the Oz ceremony. In those crevices, speaking to Break, she talked about how Zai told them about the need to throw Oz into the Abyss. It means that she was still present during this conversation, and she behaves like a middle-aged woman, she considers herself older than twenty years old, such as Vincent, with her “boy”, it turns out, now Lottie 34. With Zwai more difficult, her soul very often all these 10 years, faded into the background and fell asleep without developing, another person came to her place, the Echo personality, so this may not be accurate. With our Echo, everything is not known, but according to official information, she herself gives 16 years.                                                                                                                  It is not known, at the expense of Fang and Dag, who are physically 36 and 42, I think they a little later Lotty fell out of the Abyss, but at about the same time as her. Lily, both physically 12 years old and in fact, in fact, she fell out of the Abyss at the time of the main events in the manga, in the arch with crevices in Sabrias. Cheshire is completely unknown, but domestic cats live 14 years, maybe a few months or a year. Calum, this is Reym's grandfather, it was said that he is older than Rufus, but by how much - no. In the fourth picture, Rufus looks like 16, and Kalum is 19-20 years old (This is not the 45-year-old Past, but the 52-two-year-old Past).             

So, the results:

From the moment Zarksis got into the Abyss and the current events have passed - 45 years (45-year-old Past) From the moment Gilbert, Vincent and Kevin got into the houses of Besarius / Nightrey / Reinsvord, 15 years passed (15 year old Past) In young years, Rufus and Calum - 52 years (52-two-year-old Past)                      

Oz Vessalius - 15 (125) Alice Baskerville - physically 14 Gilbert Nightrey (Baskerville) - 10 year old Past - 14, now - 24 (124) at the end - 124 (224) Sharon Rainsward - 15-year-old Past - 8, 10-year-old Past - 13, 15-year-old Past - 8, at present - 13 physically, actually 23 Xerxes Break (Kevin Regnard) - 45-year-old Past -15-year-old Past - 24 (54) in the present - 39 (69) years Reim Lunette - 15 year old Past - 11, in the present - 26 Lacie Baskerville - 25 Levi Baskerville - 32 (157) Oswald Baskerville - 27 Jack Vessalius - before the Sabrian tragedy - 25, in the present - 125 Lotty Baskerville - before the Sabrias tragedy - 24, now - 34 Fang Baskerville - before the Sabrias tragedy - 36, at present - 46 Doug Baskerville - before the Sabrias tragedy - 42, now - 52 Lily Baskerville - before the Sabrias tragedy - 12, now - 12 Vincent Nightrey (Baskerville) - at the beginning - 23 (123), at the end - 123 (223) Echo - self-proclaimed age 16 Zwai Baskerville - before the Sabrias tragedy - 16, at present - presumably 26 Alice (Alice) Baskerville - Physically 14 Cheshire - presumably from 3 months to 1 year Shelley Rainsworth - 15 Year Old Past - 28-29, currently 44 Cheryl Rainsward - 52-two-year-old Past - 16, 45-year-old Past - 22 15-year-old Past - 52, now - 67-68 Rufus Barma - 52-two-year-old Past - 16, 15-year-old Past - 22, 15-year-old Pas - 52, now - 67 Calum Lunette - 52-year-old Past - by sight, 19-20, 45-year-old Past - presumably, 26-27, 15-year-old Past - presumably 55-56, now - presumably 80-81 Isla Yura - 38 Oscar Vessalius - 10 year old Past - 35, now - 45 Zai Vessalius - 10 year old Past - 39, now - 49 Elliot Nightrey - up to the case in the crevices, with Eliot - 14, now - 16 Leo Baskerville - up to the case in the crevices, with Eliot - 14, now - 16 Arthur Barma - 30 Miranda Barma - 26 Ada Vessalius - 18                                                                                                       

This is what I counted and consider Fanon.                                                            Google translated translator. Enjoy reading to you)))

[coffincookie]

and ofc this would apply to barma and break too but break is like. i Dont know sometimes i forget he even looks young cause he’s got the white hair and the weird ass outfits and im just like Yea that’s a senior citizen. barma though........ on the one hand if somebody like him didn’t age i wouldn’t question it anyway he just really moisturizes but also. i am going into my list of conspiracy theories but i was rereading a while ago but i noticed that barma FULLY brought the fucking. giant inflatable fat barma man to a Fucking meeting of the great dukes . like okay on the one hand WHAT is UP with that shit but on the other hand what if he uses that... thing... as like... his stand in. everybody just thinks that’s what Duke Barma looks like. Rotund. even when he’s literally in the room bc honestly when he first appeared i did actually think he was a rainsworth maid or some shit bc he just pushes cheryl around and never said anything

So i was perusing the ph wiki the other day as one does and came across the fact that Sharon is fucking . THIRTY. and like i knew but i didn’t KNOW. in the back of my mind i knew what the math was but i just could not compute that these people are treating a whole 30 yr old like THAT. my friend who’s currently reading pandora hearts for the first time even asked a while ago how old she was and i just said Oh, well. she’s an adult obviously, but not an ADULT, you know, she’s still young. and he nodded like this made perfect sense and we continued on.

she’s thirty .

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