#ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws.

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❛❛ AND IF YOU GO CHASING RABBITS, you know you're going to fall ...

PLSS THE CUTE ASS ART @londonfallen COMM'D FOR ME AS A GIFT EKRJHNM THE CORE FOUR.... / artist.

#KJMKJMH #THEY'RE SO CUTE #MY SKRUNKLIES #GRABS THEM #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. #ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ-

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< 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.

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☛ 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.

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❝ 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.

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ʚĭɞ       ―      THE TRUE ROUTES  +  ARCANA  ,

› we all have a little madness in us , alice. especially you.

#THINGS I DO INSTEAD OF WRITING KJENMRHKJNM #TUMBLR STOP KILLING MY QUALITY #ʚĭɞ ― misc: portraiture ˊˎ- #ʚ x. introspection ɞ ⁄ i can't deny it‚ i lose my head : fight it‚ i do‚ but i can't deny it‚ i lose all my mind. #god i haven't used darcy's fc in 5 million years #crying #reversed hermit aleister :(((( am sad #ʚ c. alice liddell ɞ ⁄ oh you clever little thing‚ what a charming basket case. #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. #ʚ c. jabberwock ɞ ⁄ stroke of luck or gift from god‚ by the hands of fate or devil’s claws. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ worship your body as you walk my way‚ you're the only one who can make me pray. #ʚ c. king of hearts ɞ ⁄ roses are red and violets are blue‚ from the depths of my gardens our hearts bloomed. #ʚ c. puppet master ɞ ⁄ salvation on your breath‚ caught it in mine‚ mumbling confessions undone and divine. #ʚ c. black rabbit ɞ ⁄ doesn't care about how you'll save him‚ where he’s from there's no salvation.

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☛ your fate may be written in the stars, but there is no doctrine that dictates you must be a fool before you meet it. that detail, entirely, is your own folly. ☚

@londonfallen / either elegiast or irons. ⋆

#londonfallen #omg i can like ACKNOWLEDGE content on this blog holy shit #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. #pick a ship

[wonderloste]

☛ do you go out of your way to make trouble for yourself? ☚ 'tis a terribly rude way to word a question, but if he notices, he does not dwell on it, or at least doesn't let it show on his face, so dismal is he. oft times he cannot fathom how humes survive in wonderland when they fall to it, least of all long enough for him to make true on their fate. most seem like they should die before he ever gets the chance. he's cradled her arm with one palm, fingertips running over blood that pools along her skin. the poison that had struck @nulltune from the mushroom she'd touched likely burned. the warmth of his magic, though not meant for healing, should at least soothe the ache.

☛ well. clearly, given. ☚ he doesn't mean it as an insult, though it may come off that way. ☛ one would think you man-things would be more wary of strange worlds you do not understand. ☚

#here is ur emotionless god gl out there :') #nulltune #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.

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to say he is awkward would perhaps be putting it far too lightly, but woe is him that such lack in communication skills comes off rather intimidating far too often. he's staring at @pluviacuratio with nary an emotion behind his expression, only the subtle frown 'pon his lips, and by all accounts, one might think him to be rather annoyed, when the truth is that he is simply confused. little need has he for company, but far less so that of alice's.

☛ did the woods not bid you find your way to spade kingdom? ☚ such is logical, he thinks. it is the safest place for her to be, until the moment the stars called for her life's sacrifice. in the meanwhile, he certainly did not expect the hume he'd inevitably become a danger to at his heels. ☛ surely you agree it unwise to remain at my side. ☚

#one stupid god boy for u #:') #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. #pluviacuratio

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a creature lurking in the shadows, it seems, is not quite far off. he does not come closer, having made home of the brush and dark that shields him from the light of brilliant flora, but even covered in nature's masquerade, his eyes still shine with intense intent. if there's little doubt who has his attention, it is not by his doing. alice is never someone he has had a particularly simple time approaching : but he would settle, he supposes, for at least not scaring @strywoven.

☛ you've lost yourself. ☚ it is an observation, not a question. these twisted paths were never meant to be walked by wonderland's savior, nor should they cross paths before it's their time. the cheshire had either failed his duty, or decided not to commit to it. either is possible. ☛ you are ... alice. ☚ his wings stretch, careful steps forward, at last, as he regards them with a hum in his throat. they, alice, and he, the beast that this realm had no doubt whispered and warned them about. ☛ you are walking down a dangerous path. you should not have traveled this way. ☚

#for kaen!! finally!!!! hi!! KJNEMRH #strywoven #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]

‘affection is a weakness for people like us, a thing to be concealed from those who would harm us.’ / aleister and kageyuki >:)

& RE : gay shit (but this time with god) / @dangaer.

it is with carefully concealed judgement that wonderland's jabberwocky regards him, only a thin pull of his lips into a frown giving way to the disagreement that surely he must feel to look at him so. a feat in itself, for a creature so supposedly void of emotion, even negativity dripping from his wings is considered strange. but they do flex behind him, his eyes narrowing as he tries to choose how to respond, or if he should at all. he does not particularly have any part to play in mortal ruminations, whether he found them incorrect or otherwise.

and yet.

☛ you are wrong. ☚ perhaps such a stance is unexpected, but he straightens his posture and slowly closes the book held 'tween his claws to step closer to the other. doing so makes it easier for him to sign, at least, but as he nears him, he leaves precious little space, as if such proximity will help him better express himself where his own stone cold expression fails. ☛ people like us, as you choose to put it, are the ones who are weak. affection, love, hate, emotion, hearts, souls, they give mortals the power to defy what is inconceivable. people like you, for try as hard as you may to see similarities, you and i are not the same. your heart beats, feels, craves, desires, breaks, and bruises. you are life and light, sustenance and succor. i am empty, a shell, a tool for creation and creation alone. ☚

that makes him empty, though white blood may flow in his veins. he is truly no different from the lifeless puppets that the current queen of hearts crafts by hand.

☛ it is because of that affection that your kind is capable of things that even i cannot fathom. the white rabbit even now bids to rewrite stars for your survival, and though i do not believe fate can be changed ... because of your hearts, perhaps it will be. ☚ he finishes signing, then reaches to take the hume's chin as if in emphasis of his point. his own heart does not race when he touches another person, but he does feel warmth from his mortal skin. ☛ you are very foolish, child of man, and that makes you so uniquely beautiful. ☚

#dangaer #holds face in hands #aleister voted most likely to accidentally flirt out of my entire muse list #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. #ship tbt.

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☛ the longer you waste fighting it, the more drawn out the evening will be. it is best you just accept this for what it is. wonderlandians do so adore their grand balls and dances. ☚  perhaps he is mildly amused, which is in itself a rarity. he lifts @galaxiasus's chin to look at his face, lips quirking only slight, before stoicism falls back to his features and he wanders 'round him. gently do his fingers trail along the hume's back, then stop midway to begin tightening the ribbons of the corset still loosely adorning him.

#galaxiasus #it's ok #travis can also go to the spade ball ! #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. #◟ ❥ travis + aleister : i can't help but want oceans to part‚ because i'm overcome in this war of hearts. › galaxiasus. #ʚĭɞ ― liked for a starter ˊˎ-

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ʚĭɞ       ―      @galaxiasus​ › travis.

HE REACHES OUT  ,  GENTLY TAKING ALICE’S HAND WITHIN  his own. His fingers tenderly graze the man’s palm  :  then, with delicacy, a simple ivory thimble is transferred from the Jabberwock’s ring finger, to his.

☛ A kiss. ☚  However subtle, however small, the corners of his lips turn up. ☛ Not  ... platonic. ☚

#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]

❝   You can’t keep me in the dark.  ❞ - travleister

&  RE  :     interaction prompt    /    @galaxiasus.

WHAT AN IRONIC TWIST OF WORDS ‘PON HIS TONGUE  ,  Aleister muses to himself as he catches the hume from the corner of his eye. One foot in the heavens and one against the waves of the sea, he turns from where he stands, seemingly in mid air. Down upon him does he look, more-so than is normal  :  the stairs he has begun to ascend, naked to the eyes of those that are not his own. Even still, a faint glittering ripples through them each time the waves touch their surface, lightened by the eternal moon that hangs in the air. Twenty days it had been since they had seen the last set of the sun. Amusement lights the eyes of the would-be God, a yet unseen hue of gold overtaking the pink with which he looks upon Alice.

☛ I am the dark. ☚  Somewhat cheeky response, his eyes narrow.  ☛ You must accept this. The heaven you dreamt of does not exist here. There is no light, no blinding gates. Only eternal, comforting, and consuming darkness. ☚  He reaches his hand to him now, asking for him to take it  :  a gesture that is both literal and intentional in every way. There is great meaning behind his every movement towards him. He knows this, they both do. They stand now, at the edge of the ocean, ‘pon the gates of what Travis himself would perhaps regale as the gates of heaven, were this a different world, a different time, a different reality. It is with slow precision that the hume’s palm is laid atop his own, but Aleister knows this  -  it is not acceptance, for this human had accepted him long ago. It is trust.

His fingers curl around his hand and now, he guides him  :  up a winding staircase, unseen to him, but walked an endless score by the Jabberwock who had crafted them. They are only accessible when the moon is full, when complete darkness has fallen over Wonderland. He had told him that much, warned him that the journey would be frightening for someone who could not see.

But he needn’t see, if he trusted the hand that guides him.

☛ Are you afraid? ☚  He knows the answer, or assumes he may. He had refused to tell him what stood at the end of this ascent  :  whether it would be beautiful or terrifying, painful or relieving. In quite an ironic, perhaps cruel, twist of their fates, he had asked of him the one thing Travis had always seemed so very willing to give him, before even his heart  .  .  .  faith.  ☛ The Seat of Stars is my domain. I wonder  ...  what, exactly, that must mean to you. ☚

#oooooo u want to reply to this so bad and let travis see the literal ocean of stars that is aleister's domain ooooooo #galaxiasus #did u miss me #◟ ❥ travis + aleister : i can't help but want oceans to part‚ because i'm overcome in this war of hearts. › 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.

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&  RE  :     banter    /    @untowonder​.

☛  YOU SPEAK OF YOURSELF IN SUCH A DEROGATORY MANNER  ,  there are times that I feel as if my heart is aching on your behalf. ☚  Perhaps it is a blunt comment, but he has no concept of such boundaries in conversation. He fixes her with an unmoving stare, empty in expression though his words do not match.  ☛ You’ve a soul full of such light, for one so cruel to oneself. ☚

#aleister voice damn u don't gotta beat urself up wonderland was already gonna do that for u #😭😭😭 #untowonder #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]

Travis sits on the ground, leaning against the cabin wall as he holds a small object between his fingers. Staring at the thimble as if it was something foreign, in reality he knows that's not the case. But clearly it held a different meaning than what he once assumed. Raising his head he spies the horns of his partner, letting out a soft hum to get his attention. He lowers his gaze back to the thimble in his hand, putting the thing on his finger where it belonged before speaking. "So. I didn't quite catch it last time. Is this supposed to be... A kiss or something? Is that what this means?" If he had already told him so, he was a bit distracted to have actually heard it. "Where did that even come from." He mutters to himself, though he knows Aleister was going to hear it anyway. A thought crosses his mind the more he thinks on it and it causes a red hue to spread across his face, taking a moment before using his fingers to speak. ☛ How would you.. Ask for one. In. Your way. ☚

&  RE  :     o’ my blasphemous angel    /    @galaxiasus.

IT IS INCREDIBLY EASY TO DRAW THE ATTENTION  of Wonderland’s creator, more-so when the desire for it stems from Alice himself  :  circumstance which oft comes about. Never has he known a creature so enraptured by staying at his side, most fearing the very idea of the Jabberwock’s sole recognition being gifted to them. He doesn’t mind the silent moments for what they are, but he can feel it when the other is ready to beckon him. He does not look up prematurely, of course. Aleister’s attention is upon the garden that circles the cabin, fingers weaving through air as particles of bioluminescence dance ‘round his hands. In his palm, those particles form a ball of light, and with that light, he shapes a flower. Something new, given life. When he finally is beckoned, as he knew he would be, it does not interrupt him. He doesn’t respond right away, finishing his movements until his fingers pinch a brilliant, glowing blue stem between them. From it, something not unlike a blue rose sprouts. He moves to press it into the ground, weaving its roots deep beneath the surface of the dirt.

He raises from where he’d been knelt, turning towards Alice now with an expectant smile, as natural as if it had always been there. He approaches him, humming now in that hollow way he oft did  :  no words would he respond with, but it shows in his eyes that his thoughts are already turning, trying to see where he is going with this conversation. The object that Travis refers to, of course, is the thimble that he had given him. A kiss, as he knows it. He stops only when he is in front of him and once more does he kneel, though this time it is with intent of being closer to the hume who sat so short in comparison to him.

☛ Yes. It is  ...  a kiss. I told you as much, when I gave it to you. A kiss, from myself to you. ☚  His answer is rather matter-of-fact, as if he cannot fathom wherein the confusion even lies. His eyes rush silver, head tilting in a show of silent inquiry.  ☛ Were you truly not aware? ☚  Were he different in nature, perhaps he’d tease him, as the oft mischievous fae and folk of this world tended to do. But he is shockingly earnest, his smile wavering in admitted disappointment. He had thought it made an impression, since he’d kept it.  ☛ They say when you  ...  feel for someone, you show it with a kiss. That it is hume tradition. ☚

He reaches out to take Travis’ hand ‘pon which the thimble rests on his finger. He holds his palm, spreading his hand so that he may specifically give that thimble his attention. The other wears it, like a ring. He had noticed before, but had never pointed it out.  ☛ Is there meaning in wearing it this way? Always this finger, too. I do not understand your customs, nor your strangeness, but wearing it this way since I gave it to you has been important to you, has it not? ☚  A proposal, he always mentioned. When his attention finally returns to his face, he notes it has changed color. Red spread across his cheeks to his ears. Without much thought, the deity reaches forward to cup his jaw with his own palm, turning his head at different angles so that he may see the blush more clearly.

How curious. He’s so enraptured by it, it is embarrassing that he nearly misses the man’s signing once he switches away from verbal communication.

☛ Ask for  ...  what? ☚  He stops turning his head, his fingers now simply resting on the other’s face without intent to move until needed. He stares directly at him, his curiosity and determination unflinching. But the longer silence lingers over them, the faster his mind races, until he thinks  ...  perhaps he does not need an answer. Travis had called it the other way around before, hadn’t he? Referred to Aleister’s kiss as a thimble, and his thimbles as a kiss. He had made demands, or perhaps they were pleas to his god, for him to kiss him multiple times before now. It had confused him, at first. But oblivious as he may be at times, he is capable of understanding when the dots connect. Slowly, he releases him at last to sign properly.

☛ A  ...  thimble. Your hume kiss? ☚  He pieces this together and it clicks. Ah. That is why he’s embarrassed. Or perhaps it was... something else? He glances briefly at the metal resting on Alice’s finger before returning to his blush. Curious stoicism fades to adoration, his smile softening as he believes he has figured out this riddle. Yes. The hume kiss.  ☛ Kiss. ☚  He signs slowly, then points to the thimble ‘pon his finger. Afterwards, he leans forward over the lap of the other. His hands place down on each side of his hips, allowing him to push himself up on his knees so that he can move over Travis’ body without risk of falling forward. Then, he closes his eyes, pressing a chaste kiss to the man’s lips. It is brief, because he did not ask him properly for it, after all. But he demonstrates, letting their lips linger ‘pon one-another long enough for it to be felt, before he pulls away and signs once more.

☛ Thimble. ☚

His eyes narrow, smile fading from his features as he meets his gaze. Though his stoicism returns albeit in part due to the serious tone with which his mood suddenly switches, his silver-green eyes are soon painted a flush pink.  ☛ The word you seek is thimble. ☚  Of course. It’s common sense, after all. But he doesn’t mind explaining, patient as ever. He allows this information to hang between them for a moment, wondering if he should give him back his space. In the end, he does not.  ☛ Is that what you wish of me? ☚  He does not think Travis would bring it up, were that not the case.  ☛ Do you want  ...  a thimble? ☚

#I'VE NEVER KNOWN PEACE SINCE TRAVIS PHELPS DROPPED HIS RELIGIOUS TRAUMA ON WONDERLAND GOD'S DOORSTEP #◟ ❥ travis + aleister : i can't help but want oceans to part‚ because i'm overcome in this war of hearts. › galaxiasus. #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. #galaxiasus

[wonderloste]

“   if  i’ve  fallen  for  you ,   would  it  be  so  bad??   ” spoken in a desperate whisper for only Aleister to hear

&  RE  :     interaction prompt    /    @untowonder​.

BEINGS  THAT  CREATE  WORLDS  DO  NOT  MAKE  MISTAKES  ,  such is what mortals would lead themselves to believe of those they deemed gods. Every crevice, every creature, every star he has crafted is unique and imperfect  :  exactly as they believe they are intended to be, and yet such beliefs settle within him a deep, guilt-ridden discomfort. He did not create her, nor Alice Liddell before her, so foreign to his lands were their bright souls. He had, however, crafted with his own hands the stars which hold that soul prisoner to its fate in these lands. The Jabberwock, methodical and proud, he does not make mistakes. He does not believe that, himself. If he could go back, weave into the skies kinder hindsight that he now held  —

To fall for someone, he acknowledges, is the act of feeling something. A concept foreign to him, for he does not feel. And yet that guilt sets his jaw, squares his shoulders with wings curled in ‘pon himself as he regards her with turmoil he cannot reason away. Whatever the truth of the eternal mystery of his being, he feels where he should not. His throat is dry, arm tense as he raises his hand to reach out to her, only to pause halfway. His fingers curl into themselves, desperate for something that neither of them can offer him to grasp. The very foundation upon which he has existed is cracking, and with it, his chest aches in a way that is impossible.

He does not understand what has become of him, of his stars, of her fate. There is naught she can feel for him that could change the course ‘pon which he has set them on, nor should he be capable of experiencing such empathy now. It is bad, he is meant to say  :  she torments herself against things she cannot change, what-if’s that cannot exist. Yet, he’s frozen. He does not wish to say so, no matter how true. Empathy surpasses logic, despite all odds  :  he does not wish to hurt her.

☛ I am your undoing. ☚  His expression, so oft devoid of life, shifts in a way that is unnatural to him. Perhaps it is heartache, in its barest form, ‘pon the face of a creature who has, until this moment, never experienced such painful cracks in his persona.  ☛ It is at best unwise and at worst  —  heartbreaking. ☚  That must be it, the word he is searching for. He gaze shifts from her to the sky which mocks them, shining brilliantly ‘gainst the moon overhead.  ☛ I don’t understand. You know this. I have warned you countless times that your fate has already been written, that there is naught I am destined to do but kill you. And yet, you still... ☚  He stops signing abruptly, eyes closing as if it will do anything to block out the reality of the situation she has presented to him. He stands at a crossroads, both frightful and liberating  :  at what point is it that he has ceased warning her, and begun to desperately convince himself there is no changing fate?

He weaved those stars, hadn’t he? He who this world looked upon with respect and hope, who protected it at the expense of sacrificing innocents’ souls  ...  to admit fate’s design was flawed is to admit his mistakes, his wrongdoings. But he had made them, and however small the intrusion was in the back of his mind that flickered to life, he could not help but believe perhaps he could destroy them, too.

☛ Do you feel? ☚  His attention resituates ‘pon her without warning, breath caught in his own throat as his hands now tremble against emotions that cannot exist, not within him.  ☛ Do the possibilities of those feelings not frighten you? ☚  To fall for someone, he knows only through text, is to love them. He does not know what to do with the fear that comes with that insinuation  :  to love someone who will, if there is no alternative, be lost.

#to the tone of under the sea that's me in the corner... that's me in the spotlight lOSING MY RELIGION #KJERNHMKEJNRHM #untowonder #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.