#◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wonderloste · 2 years

Photo

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆ › the white rabbit.

art © @/enamorose.

#it's been a minute may i offer u a bunny #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ MISCELLANEOUS › portraits.

9 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Photo

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆ › the white rabbit.

art © @/enamorose.

#ehehehhe #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ MISCELLANEOUS › portraits.

7 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Note

💇‍♀️ for your muse to play with my muse’s hair / ikki and darcy!! + combining it with 🌸 so he can place flowers in it too :')

& RE : inbox cleaning / @dangaer.

OF ALL THE THINGS THAT HAD ROTTED AWAY IN THE MIDST of the Red Queen’s onslaught, he thinks the fields and fields of flowers that had wilted among Heart’s and Diamond’s borders are the most tragic loss. He had loved spending his days in his apothecary so long ago, stringing them up with imbued magicks from ceiling to floor. He looks now to the budding mixture of roses and lilies engulfing Ikki’s arms — gifts from the Fairy Queen to celebrate his arrival, woven with the last remaining drops of magic that held their kingdom together, ensuring their immortal bloomings. Blue and white, from the petals to the stem ... it was all very fitting, a motif to both the color of Ikki’s soul and the title he bore. It looked so pale in comparison to the garish red that the White Rabbit himself wore.

His arm brushes the outsider’s as he raises his hands to gently weave his fingers between the fabric of the bow that keeps his hair neatly tied back. In doing so, he glances up at him with a placid expression, though the moment their eyes meet, his own expression breaks its monotone in favor of a bashful smile. In truth, he hated taking his hair down, simple a request as Ikki’s may have been. He utterly abhors the concept of appearing disheveled in any way to those around him. Prim, proper, every piece of Darcy White was a puzzle that fit perfectly with that which slid into place next to it. A single ruffle out of place was one too many and yet, he would unravel every part of him if only he was the one to ask. No matter how mundane, or how terribly intimate. Such small things were so important to him. Even still, it’s so very like him to fold his bow with the utmost care to place by his side : his monocle closely follows.

“I do not believe they will suit me.” He had already guessed what his intentions were, evidenced in the way he obediently sits off the edge of the bed without needing to be told. He’s sure he catches a quirk to Ikki’s lips as he spreads the flowers out around his bow, but he doesn’t prod. It’s so unceremonious, the way he feels him move around the bed on his knees once he’s done, working his way over to sit behind him. It’s the heat of their closeness at his back that makes Darcy stiffen, his lips pressing together in an absent attempt not to jump ... but already, his ears quiver as pink blossoms ‘pon his skin, starting embarrassingly at the nape of his neck. It goes beyond simply being a demure man : touch starved is not the half of it, attention starved more apt. He anticipates it so dearly that the moment the hume’s fingers begin to thread through his loosened hair, the rabbit has to uselessly kick his legs beneath him to keep from launching himself off the bed. The feeling tickles. His eyes close, tightly, for a moment... then he releases a steadying sigh. He tries not to think too deeply on how the flow of time is altered around them. Sped up, at first, then slowed back to normal with the calming of his breaths...

He can imagine him behind him, with his fingers brushing against the back of his neck as they do now, smiling in either poorly hidden amusement — or something deeper that was never meant to be hidden in the first place. The first flower is plucked from the bed and so it begins, the weaving of the stem into his hair.

“I am taking one of them,” he declares after a beat longer of silence than he’d intended. His voice cracks a little, but he peaks open his eyes and reaches over to take one of the flowers from the spread. It’s a blue lily, pristine, untouched by the waging wars of this realm. In this moment together, looking at these, holed up in the barriers of Diamond Kingdom, one would think them nothing but two men, smitten with one-another, not a singular care in the world. Despite the dark of the White Rabbit’s goals that lurk ‘neath the surface ... there is something in that thought that lightens his heart. He twirls the flower between his fingers, taking another deep breath as he steadies himself enough to correct his posture and lean back properly to the feeling of flowers tenderly twisting through his hair.

For the first time in quite some time, he lays his burdens down and lets his shoulders relax. Careful not to disturb him, his gaze flits towards the greenhouse-esque ceiling of the room, gazing distantly at the glowing vines and flora that twisted throughout. “Part of me wonders if I should read your intentions.” When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, less gripped by anxiety and lack of surety. “Did you think of me immediately upon receiving these flowers? Was it an afterthought? Perhaps you simply had no other use for them, as the act of grabbing a vase for a kingdom we cannot stay in would be rather ridiculous. And then I think to myself... I am overthinking it.” His eyes soften, smiling waning in response to his own lack of confidence. “It is simply enough that you had ever given thought to me to begin with. Because, more than all else, I wish to be seen by you.”

He feels Ikki’s hands pause as they are tangled in his hair and the falter makes his hand lower against Darcy’s neck : a touch brief enough that it does not linger before he starts, but that the rabbit notices all the same. It occurs to him, in that moment, when he feels him reach for the ribbon so that he may tie off his hair once again — meaning, presumably, he is done with the arrangement of flowers he had wished to decorate him with — that for all the speeches, monologues, and declarations he has made at the other man’s behest, not a single one of them had ever been quite so simple as the concept of ‘ I just wished to spend an ordinary moment with you. ‘

He waits until the ribbon is tied and although he can already tell the bow itself is not quite up to his posh and prickly standards, he disregards it in favor of shifting ‘pon the bed so that he may face the other. He turns to rest on his knees, face to face with the one he has singularly dedicated the entirety of his heart and soul to, empty and absent as both parts of him now were. Absently, his hand raises to touch flowers carefully weaved into his hair, now held in place by the ribbon that had been returned. In his other hand, the lily he had stolen from the lineup lies in wait : and shortly after, he reaches to gently tuck the stem behind Ikki’s ear. His touch lingers, unapologetically, as his fingers cup his jaw with tenderness.

“Je t’aime de toute mon âme.” It takes careful situating not to knock them over on the unstable surface of the bed, but he pushes himself forward on his knees enough that he is able to touch the tips of their noses together. There’s adoring humor in the way he stops there, but he smiles at him, fond and affectionate. “I am so happy here with you, Ikki.” And that is what he leaves it at, away from his usual ramblings and poetic rants. He supposes there are moments, even in worlds as chaotic as this, where small occurrences are simple and they are enough. One would think that the end of it, but he closes his eyes and leans closer, down enough that with the help of his hand tilting Ikki’s face, he is able to press a kiss more firmly to the corner of his mouth. And although he moves so that his lips linger over the outsider’s properly, he does not close the distance, smile turning somewhat playful as he pulls away.

Darcy falls back to a sit, legs tucked underneath him. The change in posture makes it so that he looks up at Ikki now. His grin quickly turns coquettish. “T’would be rather unbecoming of me to steal a kiss from an outsider who has shown me such gracious acts of love from the bottom of his heart this evening. ‘Tis a pity, is it not? I suppose I will simply have to wait for you, instead.” He’s being intentionally hoity-toity, actively taunting him with express purpose as if daring him, though despite that he still looks him directly in the eye as if he is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. “As lovely as I am certain your work is, the flower far better suits you.” He doesn’t flinch away to indicate he is ready to return to form for once, rather, moves to rest his own hands in his lap expectantly. Distance between them, truthfully, is the last thing he wants. Lovestricken, his head cocks to the side as he breathes a sigh of pure, utter, unburdened adoration. “They match your beautiful eyes, mon coeur...”

#dangaer #our thread reck't me so here have some food in the meantime #dabs at my teary eyes #i have so many EMOTIONS #darcy may be the villain of this story bUT HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO ROOT FOR THIS!!!! POINTS AGGRESSIVELY AT THEM!!!!11!#◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#long post --#all that cute shit n then darcy had to ruin it by showing his Tru Colors at the end i hate it here just kiss him you coy fuck #◟ ❥ 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.

5 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Note

[hugs for a very long time] @ Darcy ( gives u some feelsy romance time for these two back )

& RE : writing prompt / @zorkaya.

HIS SOUL IS SO UNBELIEVABLY TIRED : HE CAN FEEL IT , buried deep within her, a light that should have been snuffed out, but through sheer force of will, had nary flickered, either because he refuses to give in or because she refuses to be stopped. He practically collapses into her arms, chest to chest, as his head falls to rest on her shoulder. He feels her pull him into the embrace, her hands pressing to the back of his shoulders, so he follows suit and takes her by the waist, in part because he simply wishes to be close, but also to steady himself. Darcy has never been anything if not stubborn — the burning of the clock that sits dutifully where his heart had once been does not deter him, painful though it is. It’s not an injury, nothing is broken : it’s a reaction, a strain on the time that alters around them. The wind, the birds, the very foundation upon the life that flows through Wonderland slows to a lilt around them. He does not bother to pay it mind.

He supposes she doesn’t either, accustomed to the ways in which his current state of mind and physicality often altered the world's time flow. They could have stood there for hours, and nary a singular minute would have passed. For all little it was worth, of course. Time doesn’t exist, not in Wonderland. And he finds it for the better, too. He doesn’t want it to pass. He could stand there forever, frozen in time, away from the tragedy of the past that haunts him and the uncertainty of the future they face together : they would win, he knows this because he has left no other option, but it will not be a joyful success.

“Did you know that you feel warm to me?” He has never mentioned it before, his mind always racing a million different ways. Against the world he has fought, and she is not an exception. The two of them had been locked in heated battle since the moment she’d fallen down the rabbit hole with him — never had he considered them enemies, but two hearts ( absent a heart may be ) locked in a passionate debate. He’s won for the time being, he thinks, but now that leaves him to pick up the pieces of their arguments, to slowly piece back together her belief in him and his understanding of her. He is not scared to do so and he does not shy away from this task. “Perhaps it is because I am an empty vessel, on paper. So much so that anyone living feels just so to me : any sign of life. Mayhaps it is simply because everything is nonsense ... nothing is what it is and everything is what it isn’t. Wonderland, I refer to.” Or perhaps it is his soul, reaching out to him from within her.

There is no rest for the romantic. The two of them can sleep when they are dead, which is quite a terrible platitude for their enemies. He slowly releases a breath and raises his head from her shoulder so that he may look ‘pon her face properly. Next to her, regal and beautiful always, he is a mess. Once an elegant and proper man, everything about him has been shifted a bit askew. He still holds himself as if he were among the Rose Court, but he hates how dreary he must seem now. Regardless, seeing her rests his weary heart. His melancholy expression melts, his eyes softening as a smile grows on his lips. It is tender, small, but it is there. Convincing her had never been the part of all this that was exhaustive : she, in general, he would’ve happily courted every step of the way. He had, after all, waited tens of thousands of years for her. He could’ve waited longer, so long as this was the result.

“You have changed since you came here, Zarina.” He untangles one of his hands to raise it to her face. Gently, he cups her cheek, thumb ‘pon her chin so he can teasingly move her head from one side to the other, as if inspecting. “Well, no, I suppose that is not true. You are still the same whirlwind who fell to Wonderland alongside that garish white rabbit. I suppose it’s more apt to say that you and I have changed since then.” Mutual acceptance had shifted things. It wasn’t enough just to have her believe his feelings were real : he’d been made to accept her own, as well, for what little self worth he held. He is not the type to doubt another’s feelings, however. Whatever it is she has set out to prove is for herself, not him. He had believed her from the moment she had told him that he was special to her.

His heart has begun to stabilize and with it, Wonderland’s timeflow begins to tick normally. As the time syncs around them, he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. It is a particularly short gesture, likely on purpose, though he’d never admit it. Even he, despite his despairingly solemn countenance, is capable of teasing her.

“You’ve put me at ease. The gall of it all. What am I to do if you spend this much time distracting me from my own paranoia? Scandalous. Or very well has the potential to be.”

#and i oop -#comes out of my coma to give u content bc i've been dead #uwu #zorkaya #◟ ❥ zarina + darcy : i don't say a word but still you take my breath and save me from out of the cold. › zorkaya.#◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ IC › you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

4 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Note

Darcy : the most polite villain to ever commit mass murder.

& RE : anonymous.

“ HOLD BOLD OF YOU to insinuate that being kind to a singular, niche, incredibly specific person out of a world in which millions live makes a person ‘polite’. I am sure that when Wonderland has been purged of its worldly, mortal burdens and all those people are dead, they will rejoice in the fact they were, at the very least, killed by a man who holds his pinky out when he sips tea. You peasant folk truly are simple minded. Whatever makes it easier on you, I suppose.”

#darcy vc thanks ugly little commoner #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ IC › you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.#the whiplash when i get to write darcy outside of his lovestruck phase #feels good feels organic

3 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Photo

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆ › the white rabbit.

art © @/enamorose.

#anw #here's a vibe #mr rabbit man take me by the han-#◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ MISCELLANEOUS › portraits.

4 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Note

The outsider grabs the white rabbit's face with the intent to tell him something with the serious look on her rather scary face only to soften as squishes his cheeks. "Your face is very soft..." Squishes again. Oh dear it looks like she became distracted by Darcy's cute face.

& RE : unprompted / @ferinr.

HE’S RATHER ACCUSTOMED TO HAVING HIS PERSONAL SPACE invaded, surrounded by the strange and rather invasive creatures of Wonderland as he is : what he hadn’t expected was such a childish comment, nor being that embarrassingly close to her as a result of it. He flusters, both from being caught off guard and as a result of of the suddenness of how quickly she’d changed tunes. Letting out a rather indignant yelp, he pulls back from her — stumbles back, really — and barely manages to catch himself from falling over. Lacking in elegance, certainly.

“P — Pardon? Are you making fun of me, perhaps?”

#ferinr #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ IC › you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

1 note · View note

wonderloste · 2 years

Text

& RE : continued from here / �� @londonfallen.

TO INSINUATE HE WOULD BE OPPOSED TO IT IS EITHER MOCKERY or an attempt at humor meant to embarrass him further at the expense of the color that already covers his face. Darcy White has always held himself with the utmost of elegance, both in formal and casual event settings : dancing is a part of that, no matter how droll he tended to find the company. Were it that were the case now, he’d find himself stumbling over himself far less easily, with his ears folded down around his face not unlike such a demure rabbit. Really, he finds the White King’s attempts as balls in wartime a rather macabre distraction from current events and he had loudly made that opinion known - now he is to play hypocrite, unable to keep that energy when faced with the person he loved seeking his hand.

“You are making fun of me,” he murmurs, hands raising to press his hands over his ears, running his fingers along the fur in a nervous tick as he tried to calm himself. For what little good it does him : now his foot taps with anxiety generally reserved for impatience. He wants to die a little bit right now. “Of course I know how to dance. Th... that’s not the issue. I’m embarrassed, clearly. I had thought you would simply allow me to disappear into the corner as a wallflower without much complaint, you see. I am not generally one’s first choice for such matters.” Terms of endearment didn’t help do anything for his heart. He catches time around them speed up in small intervals as the two of them speak, but he ignores it. Fervently. “I—“ Doth her protest too much ... the arm that wraps around his waist answers for him as his unspoken words fade to a blatant sputter, almost tripping over his feet in the process. He fixes him with a wide stare, eyes round in spite of the flatline he momentarily experiences in his thoughts.

It takes an entire minute for him to come back to life.

“Th — that’s a — I do not —“ What is he supposed to say to that? Tears begin to prick at the corners of his eyes as the embarrassment wells in his chest, heart beating quickly enough that those around them are dancing a tad bit faster than they really should be. If his goal is a distraction, it is certain that he has succeeded. Even still, Darcy does not pull away. Why would he? He hadn’t, after all, said he didn’t want to dance with him. His eyes close as his head falls forward in defeat, forehead resting ‘pon his shoulder. It’s an indicator, at least, that he expects him to lead. He could, but — not at current... “I am fairly certain whatever melody is inside of me at the moment, it is a mess, with all due respect.” For all his poetics, oh how he falls apart when it truly matters... “You are enjoying this.”

#a gift for u to cope with #londonfallen #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ IC › you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

1 note · View note

wonderloste · 2 years

Photo

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆ › true routes.

the white rabbit, the bandersnatch, the king of hearts, the jabberwocky.

art c @enamorose.

#WHICH ROUTE Y'ALL PLAYIN #I'M LITERALLY GOING TO FU CKING CRCY LOOK AT THEM #😭😭😭😭😭#michael drew all these for me so i could use them on my next theme i'mmm #gonna cryyyyyyyy #holds them gently in my hands #no one TOUCH me i'm reblogging these thruout the week BBYE #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ♡ AMADEU › i’m lost in the woods and you’re baring your teeth.#◟ ♡ ALEISTER › follow me into the endless night‚ i can bring your fears to life.#◟ ♡ VALENTIN › roses have lost their color and it’s breaking my heart.#◟ ⋆ MISCELLANEOUS › portraits.#◟ ⋆ SAVED › smile while you suffocate.#THIS IS THE FIRST TIME AMADEU AND ALEISTER HAVE BEEN DRAWN AAAAA

40 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Photo

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆ › the white rabbit & the jabberwocky.

darcy isn’t aleister’s biggest fan. 🥴🥴🥴 art (c) @/enamorose HELP ME I’M LITERALLY GOING OT FUCKING CHOKE KJENRHMKJENRMH THIS IS THE PLOT OF THE OTOME RIGHT HERE.

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #KERNJHMKEJRNHMKEJRHN #IF U THINK I WON'T REBLOG THIS 50 TIMES I CAN'T BREATHE #the wonderloste otome storyline summed up in one image #aleister: breathes #darcy: damn i can't allow that *cocks gun*#this meme just took HUNDREDS OF YEARS OFF MY LIFE #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ♡ ALEISTER › got his heels stomping down my throat.#◟ ⋆ SAVED › smile while you suffocate.#◟ ⋆ MISCELLANEOUS › portraits.

29 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Text

◟ ⋆ › @florwrite — hiroto.

THE WORLD AROUND HIM COULD’VE COME TO A completely standstill, the way the clockwork heart in his chest ticked the hasty seconds away the very instant he laid eyes on him. Not as a mere rabbit desperately traversing the winding roads of the Jabberwocky’s nightmares in hopes of saving the wayward soul trapped in the darkness, but as someone who has spent thousands of years waiting to stand in this very spot, for this very moment in time. The WHITE RABBIT has always prided himself on his elegance and composure, his punctuality and structure —— but the way his countenance drops and he forgets everything he’d ever known upon taking one step forward would make it seem it was never so.

“You found me,” he breathes, as if he’d meant not to say so aloud. His voice is filled with wonder and adoration both, his gaze resting upon what SHOULD BE a complete stranger as if that very stranger were his entire world. “Falling down the rabbit hole together did little to keep us together in the end, but you found me. Through all the paths in the marshes...” Without realizing it, he’d closed most of the distance between them. He now finds himself face to face with this outsider, with Alice, and contrary to how he feels so stuck in that moment, time around them quickens to match the pace of his ‘heart’. His beloved Alice. His smile falters, his throat choking up as he fights back the threat of tears in his eyes.

“It’s me. The rabbit from before. From your dreams.” Perhaps the elaboration is silly, but... “I’ve missed you.”

#SLAPS THIS DOWN as i try to get actual writing on my blog tonight AAAAA #i hope this is ok :') here's one for these two !!#florwrite #◟ ⋆ IC › paint the roses red.#◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.

10 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Text

RE : & SHORT STARTER.

@tvrningout ◟ chiyo.

“ MAY I ASK YOU SOMETHING RATHER DIFFICULT , or at least I suspect it may be unfair of me to want for an answer, at the very least.” He’s going to ask before she has a chance to respond, as much as it is rude to do so. It gnaws at him, makes the clockwork ticking in his chest ache in a way he can’t explain : this fear of his. That no matter what he does, it will never be enough. “Do you trust me? In the slightest. Even if it is only a sliver...”

#the bunny man always has me by the throat take him #KJERNMH #tvrningout #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there.#◟ ⋆ IC › you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers.

8 notes · View notes

wonderloste · 2 years

Photo