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

[wonderloste]

@londonfallen, cont. for reasons lmfao.

they are correct in their assumption he would turn sour from lack of holding their attention, even if only for a moment. and yet a worthy moment it would be, as the mirror they had seconds before touched shifted free from their reflection to display now the only source of true, colorful light in the prior dimly lit crevices of the altar's home. little by little, did the effect spread, like a spark lit by magic : as if running through string, black windows began to fill with soft color. the stained glass reflects on the floor, the walls. this is the theatre to which a sacrilegious horror grants alice his divinity, the very undivided infatuation he so craved. deserve is such a strong word and yet there is no utterance of disagreement from the bandersnatch themselves. were they to give voice to their thoughts, in fact, they would argue that he deserved far more than the mere gift of praise. soft is their hum, a deceptive mix of amusement and contentment : it is with a light heart they note he seems to touch them more familiarly and often than he had when he'd found his graveyard. so standoffish had he once been, but they are happy to give him the intimacy that he demands.

their head lifts to search his face, lips parting in coy consideration with narrowed eyes. so adept are they at dramatics, easily do their expressions match the thoughtless but love-stricken, albeit genuine, role they play. "devotee is not quite my aim though, is it? no, it's much more romantic than that. you are special, mi amor. such prayers," their free hand lifts to tap the tip of their finger to their bottom lip, "are not spoken for mere gods... there is a separation between the divine and you in my space, for you are so much more than any holy platitude words may weave, try as i may." it is difficult to tell 'neath the adoration in their eyes where heartfelt love translates to mirthful tease. such is who they are, but even still, heartfelt it is. they reclaim clarity lost, at last giving him the consideration he craves. a kiss now, from their lips to the crook of his neck, silas's head tilted by delicate fingers so they may do so. they speak 'gainst his skin, "querido ángel, restaura mi fe en el amor y la divinidad," and now moving away from his jaw, their fingers instead tug at wonderland's borrowed and buttoned garments, though only enough to be pulled so that they may instead place that chaste kiss directly 'pon his heart. his chest, so achingly warm against the ravenous bandersnatch, made of freezing nightmare. were he any other, they'd have eaten his heart : and perhaps, far less literally, they craved it still. "mi corazón está dentro de ti, a quien aprecio tanto." though they do not quite straighten their posture in proper, they do adjust to look up to him. "forgive me, silas, for i am weak. it's not mere devotion that i seek."

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #how long do u think this one will take u #are u staring at ur phone rn waiting for this to post oh my god #ur such a loser #ʚĭɞ ― thread: handmade heaven ˊˎ-

[wonderloste]

in alice's long history, put up against every soul that has fallen before it and even the one that had fallen with it unbeknownst to it at the time, there is one thing wonderland's reddest of kings is auspiciously certain of ... this topsy-curvy world has never yet seen someone as mad as irons. an unreachable feat when buried 'neath the throes of a world that has never seen sanity to begin with, for certain, but what else is there to say about it, when the entirety of the spade kingdom's citizenry, paused in their dances along the floor of the white king's ball, has frozen in place to stare at them. they are wide-eyed, both in blatant awe and swooning romanticism where their heroine-turned-bat and villain-turned-darling stand at odds from one another, the king of hearts himself not deterred in the slightest by the garnered attention. that, alone, is almost hilariously insane. like steel, he stands his ground, not a single anxious tremble in his voice, but all his power shown instead through the determination with which he traps irons on the dancefloor, finger pointed directly at its chest. they're beautiful, the both of them, he thinks their adoring public is whispering.

"you." all it had taken, then, a mere chance at catching its eyes when he'd turned with the aid of its arm, dodging its clumsy feet in hopes of avoiding stepping on its toes. where his own eyes shine from having forcibly stopped their dance in its tracks, he cannot possibly read its reaction to a king so brazen as to forcibly halt its sulking amidst its friends. but the pull of his own heart is still there, and this feels right, familiar, and necessary. he feels a pounding in his head, where petals rush through his veins. "we're going to save you." he doesn't think it so dramatic, but the deathly silent mooning that falls over wonderlandians around them almost makes him think it should be. "alice! we declare now before you and wonderland both — you are going to forget your love! whether it be falling for another heart, the minds of these people, wonderland, or erasing what it is to hate yourself... you are going to fall into hatred, and lost in the depths of your animosity, you will change your fate!"

@londonfallen / MR IRONS, HOW DID I DO!!!

#EHEHEHHEHEHE #londonfallen #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ship tbt. #imagine being candles in the crowd rn

[wonderloste]

< even if it takes 500 years, i will prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that i loved you. > / based on route a, kin a muse to her KJNSDK

ʚĭɞ ― interaction prompt / @reapcrbunny ...

were it that time moved as slowly as it truly felt, for those of immortal blood. wonderland is ever-flowing, even where the passage of its years does not exist, where each loss of life is an anomaly. she is another, in a long line of alices before her, each soul unique, yet painfully the same : stubborn, and imaginative, and hopeful. there is a blossoming in his chest, where never before has a flower bloomed. in another life, in another time, he thinks perhaps they would have been entwined, in destinies less cruel, fates less unfair, and perhaps in that world, where they are free to stand together not as enemies, she can teach him what a heart is. how to feel love, and fear, and want, and dream.

☛ i do not feel. ☚ he cannot trust. cannot doubt. cannot sympathize, cannot beckon. cannot hope. and yet still, doesn't he wish it were not the case? he wishes he could promise her a hundred years. five hundred, five million, the eons that he has walked and created this world which her soul has filled to brim with unwilting flowers. alice and the jabberwock, no matter how she pleas, are never meant to walk the same skies. ☛ you do not have so many years. the stars will call for your sacrifice, before you have proven aught to me. ☚

he waivers, though it does not show, his attention pulling away from her, dipping instead to his side, where he looks elsewhere from her face.

☛ five-hundred years you promise me, but i have lived for so much longer. my life, such an awfully long one to have lived and learned, time and again, that stars cannot be rewritten, and monsters cannot be loved. ☚

#reapcrbunny #jabber'i am god convince me to destroy the stars and heavens for you'wock route #ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

[wonderloste]

He sits leaned against the tree, swirling something in his hand until he notices March Hare approaching. He pats the spot next to him, gaze turning to the field in front of him once the other takes his seat. "Around this time of year the train would be getting festive." He murmurs, nostalgic over the thoughts of how much they could be decorating this year. If they choose to. Have they noticed his disappearance yet?

He sighs, turning to place something in Briar's hand. A black ring with a flower curled around it. It flutters as it moves, glowing faintly in the darkness around them. "A gift for you, should you want it. I may be far from home, but if I had to be with someone right now, I'm glad it's you."

late holiday asks / @etherealguard

it isn't unlike him to seek out company, just as likely as it is for him to run from it. still, the times he does run typically involves going somewhere quiet, and alone — he should be annoyed to find alice perched in the courtyard he oft preferred to use as his getaway, but ... he just sighs, accepting, and takes his spot next to the hume. he's sure that's what he expects of him, too, because alice doesn't even stir when he sits beside him, legs stretched out along the flowers for him to fall forward over, head falling into open palm. he looks silly, but not as stupid as the human avoiding everyone to sit alone in the dark looks.

"festive? like ... for a celebration, or what?" his nose scrunches, ears twitching to indicate his interest where his expression and snippy tone does not. he's paying attention. there aren't any holidays in wonderland right now, but their worlds are vastly different. he knows that just from the world the original alice liddell had come from ... never mind the freaks who carried her soul afterwards.

it doesn't really even occur to him, how sad it must be to be stuck in a foreign world against one's will without being around someone familiar for some kind of festival. and why would it? he liked being alone. sentimentality is lost on him ... but only so long as he isn't forced to bear the brunt of it.

"wait, what?" he startles as his hand is taken, posture straightening 'gainst the feeling of some ... a little too delicate being placed in his possession. he blinks, stares at alice's face for entirely too long, then finally looks down at the ring given to him. oh ... that's ... embarrassing. "wh—" the fur on his ears bristles, standing on end, and as if to accentuate it, a rush of color raises from his neck. his cheeks are warm, and he's fidgeting. "wh—why? it's not even my birthday—!" whereupon one would be given black flowers for mourning, but this is... not that!

he gawks at the ring, but doesn't do anything so uncouth as reject or discard it. instead, he just holds onto it and adjusts the way he sits so he can look away from him, ears twitching something fierce while he seemingly pouts. "well. you have terrible taste! whatever. i'll take it, i'm not going to throw it away or anything. be grateful."

#etherealguard #congrats on ur tsundere dh KEJRMHKJ #ʚ c. march hare ɞ ⁄ i’m a nightmare‚ i know what you mean. i can’t wake up from all these scary dreams i have. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

[wonderloste]

❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ - fires and valentin <3

this one's an old meme / @londonfallen

how he's changed. he'd drowned these people in rains of fire, once... forced a world of steel and lamplight down to its knees, over the wonderment that its very soul had bestowed 'pon them. it's an irony that he can't really illustrate perfectly with words : he's stood in positions above wonderland before, with fists made both of iron and rose alike. now he sighs as he looks down from the innkeep's balcony, among fae and their ilk dancing, singing, and toasting.

"i loathe seeing them happy," he muses, the subtlest of trembles to his lips where he fights the urge to frown once it's pointed out to him. guilt mixes with his pride, always. he'd grown beyond his bloody past ... but it would always be his past. nothing could ever take away the soot on his petals. "i was never holed up in heart kingdom, for the least part. i very frequently had the opportunity to see the lives of people i ruled over. it's a very lovely thing, that they all have their own lives..."

#londonfallen #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

[wonderloste]

☛ were you to pray to me ... what is it you would pray for? ☚

@galaxiasus › u know who tf.

#clown honking #galaxiasus #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws.

[wonderloste]

❝ are you ashamed? about being with me? ❞ - heartsdarcy <3

feel free to use these memes as starters or not xoxo / @londonfallen

" — never." so immediate is his answer, one would think him almost offended that it had ever asked. even though he doesn't look it in the eye, or give it his attention where he is too frightened of what he might see looking back at him, his conviction is still ever true. he feels his eyes stinging, a lump in his throat where he can't quite swallow down the emotions that ache in his chest. he's ashamed of a great many things, but alice is not one of them ... no matter the form, life or story they had lived and written. he doesn't think hearts is a good person, he has figured. he wouldn't be either, when all was said and done. "tell me, what would you do for the sake of love?" atrocities. unimaginable nightmares.

so far had he fallen from the image alice had originally created him in. he wonders if, even now, her soul would accept him, despite everything. if hearts, having become the person and creature it is now, still feels drawn to him, no matter the clock ticking in his chest.

"by the end of this, you may be ashamed to have ever dreamt up me."

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places.

[wonderloste]

❝ i know i shouldn't, but i want to see you. ❞ - aleister and elegiast <3

send a meme, receive a starter / @londonfallen.

fool. he doesn't think he's ever met an alice so blatantly callous : had he spent more company in the presence of the original, perhaps he would have a comparison, but for their song and dance to have extended over millions of years and to still suffer the ignorance of him seeking out the very creature that ought kill him ... what else can he regale him as? he is a fool, no matter the name or face he wears in this life, or the next thousand.

☛ why? ☚ unimpressed would the jabberwock be in appearance, but beneath the stone cold of his unwavering deadpan, there's the slightest tick of curiosity, confusion even. emotion he is incapable of, and yet. stranger things have happened, in the ever-mad forests of wonderland. ☛ if you know you should not, then you should leave. find shelter with those who would protect you. 'tis you who wished to fight your own fate 'this time around,' is it not? begone with you. i ... have nothing to give you. ☚

#londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws.

[wonderloste]

❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ / @ rapunzel

send a meme, receive a starter / @etherealguard.

this world ... hadn't existed, when he'd last walked in it. he can't even remember or imagine how long ago that had been, millions and millions, maybe even billions, of years spent alone, locked in that tower, hidden away from people and places and things. the books he'd had were outdated already, relics that his brother had given him out of mercy through the years. none of them talked about things like this.

"what are they?" he completely ignores him, transfixed by the glowing ... plants? that lay adorned in bunches before him. he'd barely adjusted to what wonderland referred to as the fae, and their villages, but this market, these stalls... he'd never read about anything like it. the plants spread out with colorful petals, buzzing things gathering around them. "are they edible?"

#etherealguard #mercy... #ʚ c. snap dragonfly ɞ ⁄ rapunzel‚ let down your hair : you and i can make it out‚ they’ll never find out. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

[wonderloste]

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain . / ikki and darcy! <3

we're going to close our eyes and imagine we remember what this was... a kiss meme surely... homosexuality win / @dangaer

one would think the starshowers something suddenly reverent to the very white rabbit who had chosen so violently to shun the skies they fell from, the excitement with which he carries himself through kingdom streets covered in stardust turned rain. it's crystalline, soft, more akin to snow than water, yet still drenching the wonderlandian public caught without umbrella or shawl from head to tail ... he'd find it all rather improper, to feel the cold soaking through jacket and bow alike, were he not so focused entirely on the man he'd caught sight of. his own umbrella, consequently, had been dropped among the chaotic bustle.

his heart beats a tick too fast, eyes alight with relief and something so undoubtedly unmistakable beyond — for all his melancholy and pomp, no one who has seen the two of them on their adventures through wonderland thus far has ever doubted, even the red queen herself, that darcy had ever looked at him with anything less than reverent love.

"alice—!!" he calls out to ikki in the only way he can, surrounded by the panicking populace. bumped shoulders go unnoticed and apologies not muttered, that being perhaps the greatest offense of all. darcy white is not known for being an emotive individual, not to the rest of wonderland. solemn, dismal, mean : he's only polite where it matters, but no one has ever quite seen anything like this. it's the first time in the entirety of their story weaved throughout a history of a million years, that the white rabbit has ever given chase to alice liddell.

"you're alright—!" at last much distance closes between them, the bustle of the kingdom parting ways from them to keep out the way. all for the best is it ... he hardly stumbles to a stop from his sprint, so much as he slams into the other man. his hands reach out before he does to soften the impact, of course, gloved palms cupping ikki's jaw where he secures his footing as best he can. he'll have to apologize, all the same : he steals a kiss from him rather abruptly the moment he is close enough, crashing into it more than pulling him forward. the slick ground makes him stumble, too — no manner of preparation for the gesture could have kept him from falling victim to the elements. he barely manages to catch the both of them before they fall via quickly dropping an arm to catch ikki's hip. quite unlike him, though, he doesn't care much for elegance this time around.

his ears fold back in silent embarrassment, but disobedient to the racing of his clockwork heart, he doesn't pull away from him immediately this time, no matter how flush his skin from the tips of his ears 'neath the fur, to the tip of his nose. if anything, he doubles down to seek another kiss deeper, no matter the similarly blushing public who seems to have caught their rosen alchemist in a moment most tender.

but he can't stay like that forever, chest to chest and heartbeat to clock tick, caught 'neath the raining stardust. where the hand that remains brushes its fingertips along the hume's jaw, he presses his thumb to ikki's chin and pulls 'way from their kiss, rather than parting his lips. dramatic a display of affection it may be, it would be impolite were he any more intimate in public — and while they were both soaked through by rain, to boot! he's truly gone mad, at long last.

and as stars must fall to the ground, so too is the white rabbit's inevitable encroaching demurity. the moment he pulls back, though not far, and catches his partner staring back at him... "o...oh! pardon m—" he straightens, startled, but doesn't let him go, so much as he simply loosens his embrace, as if unsure what to do with himself. his arm ends up hovering, awkwardly, where he'd had it wrapped around his waist. "i was... i was relieved, that's al—... i was worried about—"

he'll hear no end to the murmurs. they're already starting. not that he cares, really, but there is a heated blush rising up the back of his neck.

"i—i'm glad you're safe. i was looking everywhere for you." now time is speeding up. his heart is starting to get a bit too fast. he clears his throat, retracting his hand, trembling, from the man's face to rest over the bottom of his own instead, attempting to hide his embarrassment. "i—...apologize for my lacking decorum."

#dangaer #I ALWAYS DO MELANCHOLY SHIT BC DARCY IS SUCH A SAD MOTHERFUCKER HAVE SMTH SOFT FOR ONCE #can u tell i'm emptying out my pile of memes in my drafts #ikkidarcy ship is sailing this weekend fr #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places. #◟ ❥ ikki + darcy : we could do it if we tried if only to say you’re mine‚ know you and i shouldn’t feel like a crime. › dangaer. #i hope this makes sense it's 2am and i just had to invent a weather system for wonderland KJNERMH

[wonderloste]

how long have you been awake? / darcy and ikki!! 💜

convinced some of these memes were sent in 1985 they've been buried in my drafts so long i am a clown / @dangaer

long enough, is what he almost replies, distant where he doesn't turn his attention to the man who joins him at the edge of his room's balcony. spade kingdom is quite a sight, when its residents are sleeping : it would almost look calm, if one didn't know the underlying anxiety that lay beneath wonderland's surface these days. it's different, he thinks, looking over a city full of people he'd acquainted himself with for hundreds of thousands of years, knowing he has already betrayed them in the depths of the clockwork tainting his body. he doesn't regret the path he walks, but he thinks maybe he truly had become a heartless monster the day the red queen ripped it straight from his bleeding chest, crushed so carelessly under her heel. the images from his sleepless turning ... rather fresh in his mind.

"i had a nightmare." he dodges the question, voice soft, and finally shifts his gaze to look at him, when he's come close enough. darcy doesn't move from where he leans over the stone rails, but it isn't alice he's grown distance towards. it's wonderland. "i thought i'd get some fresh air, but ... the stars don't really soothe my heart these days." time does seem to be moving a little slow around them, like the soft ticking of his clock. it's melancholy.

he pauses, ears lifting, and then ... pressing flat 'gainst the back of his head. "'my heart'. listen to me. all these years and i still pretend." he turns his attention away again, trailing now to the stars. most find comfort in them. he feels ... sad. "'in order to love beyond empty declaration, one must possess a heart with which to harbor their feelings.'" there couldn't have been a deeper way to hurt him. he wonders, if his state of existence makes his feelings for ikki as hollow as the stars' false promises turned curse, no matter how deeply he feels them. he's a homunculus, in truth. a doll. not even a person. "the red queen's punishment for my insubordination was certainly poetic irony, wasn't it? not unlike your gods, i suppose."

#dangaer #oh mein gott ikki darcy content two for TWO #i'm on a roll #◟ ❥ ikki + darcy : we could do it if we tried if only to say you’re mine‚ know you and i shouldn’t feel like a crime. › dangaer. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places.

[wonderloste]

so dramatic! the droop in how his ears fall over his face is entirely too serious for someone fully aware he is being mocked, however sweetly  —  but where ikki himself plays up such reaction for the sake of tease, darcy is so terribly straight-laced. that is how alice had dreamt him to be, after all  ...  but what a humiliating sight it makes, a crybaby rabbit caught near tears as he stumbles for redemption.  "thorns! i have a great many flaws, but that isn't one of them. you are making that word up to tease me! surely."  he'd be huffing, probably, if he weren't wilting. his hands cover his ticking chest, tugging loosely at the red ribbon 'round his neck. nervous habit! he's dreadfully shy.  "who would drink something bitter? the teas of wonderland are sweet, sometimes sour, but never bit..."  he trails off, curious attention caught instead by his hands, wandering, and ah  —  that is enough to make the world around them stutter in time with the clock embedded within him.

"another k—...!!"  is he flirting with him?! alice is crueler than he remembers! the white rabbit flusters so easily, he almost tears his ribbon, forgetting to likewise meet the hand that reaches out for him.  "you are making fun of me!"

@dangaer / ikki › cont. i'm so ffr KJENRMH

#I'MS O SR Y KNJRH I COULDN'T HELP IT........ #DARCY IS SO..................... STUPID #MERCY IKKI #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places. #◟ ❥ ikki + darcy : we could do it if we tried if only to say you’re mine‚ know you and i shouldn’t feel like a crime. › dangaer. #dangaer

[wonderloste]

" — birthdays are a day of mourning in wonderland, whereupon we oft have our own private rituals for how we spend the day. the bandersnatch, for example, i believe will lay flowers 'pon their own grave when theirs rolls around. 'tis oft a quiet and sorrowful day for wonderlandians."

bunny, may i have an open interaction

#oh mein gott ! #open starters? #nvr before heard of #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. white rabbit ɞ ⁄ if i only could‚ i'd make a deal with god and i’d get him to swap our places.

[wonderloste]

❝ okay, i’m just gonna nod and pretend to get this whole moral high ground speech you’re giving me so we can move on. ❞ - valfires

feel free to turn asks into threads, as always / @londonfallen

" — let me be more obtuse." how quickly old habits could die hard. beloved by wonderland now, it's easy for its own citizens to forget who the king of hearts had once been, a bloodied tyrant sitting 'pon a throne whilst demanding their heads. certainly not a man who would flip the handle of his whip 'round in his palm and hit alice with it, one hard smack to the back of the bat's knuckles. painful, that. he hears it crack. "i am asking. i better hear not a single peep from the public at the ball tonight about your character, unless it's to tell me how terribly behaved and honey sour your tongue has been!"

in short, he wants it on its best behavior. he'll not hear lip or murmur about how rude the star of the show has been, not when it's accompanying himself as its plus one... not that they both wouldn't have been there anyways. the very thought of wonderland whispering ill of them ... he'd not have it! ghastly to think about, really.

"do i make myself clear?" and yet still, he's all smiles, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes gentle, where his methods, shockingly, are not always. but it is with kindness he addresses it, even now. "play naughty."

#londonfallen #I CAN EXIST #I'M REAL AGAIN #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #i think i still need ship tags oml

[wonderloste]

❝ oh god, don’t look at me like that. i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face. ❞ - siladeu <3

feel free to use these memes as starters or not xoxo / @londonfallen

"tempestuous little child of man. ill-begotten, cowardly manthing—" they're annoyed, equal parts disappointed and exasperated. there are times they are reminded so brutally how much they dislike humans : the heavens have tested them, they are sure, with a man of humanity, then, to act as their soulmate. it doesn't do well to lash out, though, not at him, not where they oft strike their followers. they'd never lay a single tip of a claw on him outside of temptation, but that does not mean they won't glare at him pointedly, demand that he still his poisonous tongue when there are times even the frumious bandersnatch would rather he shut up. what does he know, anyways. they try to shake off his hand. "i'm jumping off the building." they are not asking. "i want to meet the boatman."

#londonfallen #lKMELKJRHNLKEJNHRM #:SOB: #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen. #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me.

[wonderloste]

they hadn't expected to be  ...  caught. it's hardly the first time, but even when he'd catch them in the act of leaving flowers outside his door and reject them straight from their hands, the occurrence had been rare. they're sure @londonfallen knows, of course, the hour at which they usually stop by, having taken fancy to inviting them into his room, but still so fresh does the gesture feel, they still jump when he opens the door, their lips parted in the same expectation that reaches their eyes. their grip on the calla lilies tightens, posture straightening as they hold his gaze for only a moment before wilting away from it, attention trailing to the blooms held up to their chest. were it, they think, that he could translate such beautiful language  ...  maybe they'd feel a little less awkward, night after night, trying to get their feelings across for him so humbly.

"eua gift tuulo' amae ae utae, solaris. melamin, amin kaimel."  the same thing had they muttered, night to night, as they laid flowers both at his door, at his feet, and in his palms. some had been crushed, some accepted but ignored, and lately, some taken with delicate hand. they hold the bouquet out to him, and they wait patiently, wondering now if he would take the stems as he once had, or if he would take their wrist, as he had begun to.  "i'm a little late tonight, aren't i..."  passing thoughts for a racing heart, such as it is. they have oft become more flustered than they once had been, now aware that for whatever reason, they've seemed to have finally caught him looking back at them, at long last.  "have you been checking the door waiting, this whole time?"

#my homiesexual in christ i don't remember how to write anymore #londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.