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Core of the Abyss and 'her' Children of "Misfortune"
(aka I can't stop thinking how the Core always welcomed and reached out to the Children of "Ill-Omen"— just some observations)
So, once again quoting Lacie's words from Retrace 101:
Yes, always alone and lonely...without even knowing what loneliness is. Still, 'she' kept yearning.. for someone to push through the cold darkness and reach her.
—'She' longed for 'someone' who could do that.
[Anyway I am ignoring everything the Glen(s) and the Jury ever said about the Core of the Abyss or the Children of Misfortune (because I don't trust them at all) —and taking only Lacie's theory here to be the truth,]
so, a few theories:
1] Break would have been drawn into the Core of the Abyss whether or not the Intention wanted his eyes
When his illegal seal finished a full turn, Break reached the Core of the Abyss unlike other illegal contractors who fall into the Abyss.
I had assumed this was possible only because the Intention of the Abyss herself summoned Break there so she could pluck out his red eyes for her blind Cheshire before he turns into a chain.
Even the other dolls mention this situation as unusual. The Intention never lets a human/illegal contractor into her room.
You don't usually bring humans here when they drop into the Abyss.
Meaning, the other illegal contractors on completing their contracts get dropped into the abyss and turn into chains without ever meeting the Intention for whatever they wished of her. So much for going through all this trouble lol
So, I imagined that only those whom the Intention permits could enter the Core of the Abyss (that is, her lovely toy room);
But.
Vincent does "waltz" into her "room" without any problem???
Now, I don't think Vince entered her room to purposely antagonize her as he usually did, because he was pretty shaken by all the bloodshed and massacre he just witnessed at Sablier. It was a coincidence and even he seemed shocked he was meeting White Alice in her "other" room when he was sure "Alice" had died in the real world. In fact, he wonders if there being another Alice and all the madness going on in the toy room was his fault as well...
Secondly, this is a feat none of the other older and more experienced Baskervilles could achieve, right?
All the surviving Baskervilles got swept into the Abyss during the Tragedy of Sablier. Yet not one of them came in contact with the Intention. They were only able to traverse the Abyss and come out at various points of time. They did not know what the Intention looked like; neither do any of them talk about actually having met her. They merely repeat what Xai or Glen told them that it was the sudden appearance of the Intention that changed the very configuration of the Abyss as they knew it before.
That's why I think the Intention's words are only partially true (but I don't think she realized this either).
That is, she does have complete control over who enters the Core of the Abyss/her room—
Except for the Children of Ill-Omen.
Because the Children of Ill-Omen are specifically birthed by the Core and are very precious to 'her', the Core wants them to reach out to 'her' at the very depth. So that whenever a Child of Ill-Omen falls into the Abyss willingly*, they are directly led to the Core that used to be a dark shapeless form during Lacie's time, but took on the form of a toy room after the Intention became its vessel.
Lacie insisted that she could see "someone" at the depth of the Abyss and that the "someone" couldn't answer her—
but of course, the Glens and Jury only regard the Core as something not to be touched or approached unless "a serious crisis occurs"
and every time the Core produces another Child of Ill-Omen, hoping, waiting, over and over again that they will reach out to 'her' at the very abyssal depth... instead, they are meted out the punishment of being dragged down by Black Chains and left to die in the very Abyss that wanted to cherish their company. They are being "returned" to the Core because of the misinformation/falsehood that the presence of a Red-Eyed child is an accidental distortion created by the Core and pose danger to the integrity of the world
whereas the actual reason is that Core just wants someone to help her not be lonely anymore.
See:
How sweet is it that the Core loved her toy so much that 'she' gave it a tiny spark of life and trembled in grief when 'she' hears that Lacie will never visit her again? ;_;
The Core never asked for the "ill-omened" children to be punished for being born; on the contrary, they are the ones most precious to her.
That's why I think they inevitably end up in the Core to keep 'her' company, whatever be the reason they fell into the Abyss in the first place, whether the completion of an illegal contract or being swept into the Abyss.
(willingly*: I mean, when the Child of Ill-Omen falls into the Abyss by any other means than being held down by the Black Winged Chains. Because Lacie could descend into the Core by herself but held down by the Black Chains, she could only wait out her permanent death.)
(Since Gil was with Vince, he too winded up in the Core, but he was not cognizant of his surroundings so that's a moot point anyway.)
2] That Break listens and commits himself to the one and only request of the Intention of the Abyss
This is in continuation to the first point; hence, kind of a paradoxical situation—
Because only a Child of Ill-Omen could have ever reached to the depth of the Abyss; and so, only a Child of Ill-Omen could have ever got to listen to her request at all.
But by the end of the story, (thanks to Lady Shelly, by the way, because if not for her, would Break have lived on to pass the Intention's desire to the kids? I don't think so), everyone came to know what the Intention really wanted and worked towards the goal.
So that, knowingly or otherwise, Break did fulfill his role as the bridge between the living world and the Core of the Abyss before his death.
As Leo asked of Vince in Retrace 104:
#pandora hearts#xerxes break#kevin legnard#lacie baskerville#vincent nightray#intention of the abyss#white alice#alyss baskerville#retrace xxxi#retrace xxxii#retrace lxiii#retrace lxviii#retrace lxxi#retrace ci#retrace civ#may-reads-ph#ph analysis#ig?#more like headcanons#i also have a few other hcs about CoMs and Glens but i need to go thro to see if there is anything contradicting#even these things are not entirely strictly correct#cuz we meet only three (or four if you include Oz) Ill-Omen children#but oz couldn't enter the Hall of Judgement by himself so he is not... ig bc he is in jack's body#if he could take over jack's body entirely like he did at isla yura's place where his eyes turned red#perhaps the properties of a CoM would hold for him as well
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If Everything Breaks
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Summary: Break doesn't like to dance…but maybe just this once || A tale of Break as he grows accustomed to his life with the Rainsworths.
My fic for the Chained Pandora Hearts Zine! Written to go alongside @paraffinegg’s art!!
For a while I’ve had some headcanons on how Break picked his new name, and I thought, what better time to write about it than my zine fic!
When Kevin opened his eyes, the light was too bright. No…not eye-s. Just the one. The other’s empty socket throbbed like mad.
As said eye adjusted, vague shapes became clearer: the bed he was on, the tables and chairs around him—(too lavish a room for him)—and finally a person.
“My name...is Alice.”
He shot up, knocking his head against the headboard.
She laughed...an oddly bright sound.
Framed in sunlight, a woman was smiling at him.
“Where am I?” he demanded, voice hoarse.
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s rude to address a duchess’ daughter so informally, you know.”
His eye widened. This unassuming lady was a duchess’ daughter?
“I am Shelly Rainsworth. ...You showed up at our door covered in blood. ...Quite an entrance, I must say.”
The Rainsworths? He searched his brain but couldn’t find record of the name.
“And you are?”
No one had asked his name in a long time. And if he had told them, well…he would’ve had to kill them.
No one had asked his name in a long time. And if he had told them, well…he would’ve had to kill them.
“You killed so many people! What a fool you were!”
Best not pronounce his identity just yet. For her sake.
“You don’t want to tell me.” There was no question, nor distrust there. “That’s fine. But I need something to call you.”
Her smile was not wicked, nor pitying.
It had been a long time since anyone treated him like more than a monster to be feared, or a toy to plucked and prodded—his important parts ripped out; broken like all the promises of a better world—
“...keep breaking just like that…
If all the people break, and the world breaks…
and everyone and everything goes mad…
Then I can be normal...right?”
He looked away, reaching for his left eye, finding bandages and blossoming pain where sight was supposed to be. He grimaced before answering softly:
“Break. Just…Break.”
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A world bathed in golden light, music coiling in the atmosphere. With its cues feet glided, hands entwined, and dresses fluttered just above the ground like broken butterflies’ wings.
A cacophony of meaningless noise.
It’s all mad.
Kevin stood by the stairs as if painted there.
It wasn’t that he disliked balls…okay, no, he did; balls, banquets…gatherings of any kind, really. But, this was the Rainsworth’s party, so attendance was mandatory.
Too bright lights, too loud music, gossip picking at his skull, and, well…people. It all blended together to create a painful buzzing in his head.
The crippled butterflies flew in the other direction around their cage.
“Come on, Cheshire, let’s dance!”
The dancing was the worst part. All those moves to remember, so much to get wrong...and for what? A good show? He had no talent for it, but hopping around, without stepping on anyone's toes—a trained monkey to someone else’s tune, and an uncompromising paradigm—held no appeal for him anyways.
Count the seconds. How many left?—
What do I have left to lose?
“Be it my arms, my legs…I grant you whatever your heart desires!
So please…change the past for me!”
Count the steps. Trace the sequence.
So many wasted moments in pursuits of stillborn dreams, the pattern already predetermined.
“It’s that man.” The hiss came from the side of the room.
He knew who they were talking about; whispers were his loyal familiar.
Kevin wasn’t looking, but he could feel her eyes burning holes in him, like she was trying to snuff out a cigarette.
“The one the Rainsworths took in.”
A second burning hole. His thoughts would surely catch fire.
He shut his eye, his knuckles white on the staircase railing.
“Have you seen his eyes?”
He silently refuted her statement: Nope. Just the one, Dear. The other was stolen away. Apparently they’re a precious commodity to little lunatics in the center of the universe.
“I know right? Red.”
Fingers shoved into his eye socket, pain boring through the hole left…
Screaming rending the air—was it his voice? His throat was burning—
“Fu-fu It’s beautiful.”
“They make him so creepy!”
“I still don’t understand why they took him in.”
“Don’t they know how to take out the trash?” Laughter like venom.
He leaned back, putting his hand on his forehead, trying not to let it travel to his socket.
The words wove around his inner works, pulling taut. He tried not to think of death—(theirs, or his own)—as an excuse, or escape. But too often his mind drifted to a darkened room full of coffins, and a little girl begging him to stay.
Was it his fault, then? Was all of this…inevitable?
“Break!”
The word was a crack in reality. Another, better world, reaching out to him.
If there is such a thing.
He looked up, as if at the bottom of a mineshaft, to see Shelly on the staircase above him.
The thing about being in a high position is one gains the luxury of indifference; those in power rarely care for those below them. They can afford not to.
She caught his eye and motioned for him to come up to her.
...The Rainsworths were different.
“Come quickly, there’s a man covered in blood!”
Dare he? Surely he must stay against the wall, he was plastered there after all.
This room shone gold. Yet the Rainsworths were brighter; they were a kind of light those in the room knew nothing of. So bright were they that those in the dark dare not touch them, for fear of being shown in the sun for what they really were.
She put her hands on her hips.
...He dare not disobey.
And what was becoming of him? He didn’t feel brighter since meeting them. What if it was the other way around? With each step closer he swore he could hear the pieces of his shattered heart jangling in his chest, and wondered if instead he’d leave them all bleeding on those sharp edges.
A blur went by, closely followed with—
“Dance with me, Reim!” Little Sharon came pelting after.
Reim hid behind Sheryl’s chair on the floor below, and Rufus proceeded to scold them.
Laughter like sunshine breaking after rain.
He looked at Shelly, who raised an eyebrow.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in perhaps…ever.”
He was smiling? Better wipe it off.
“So…something tells me you don’t feel like dancing.”
“I never cared for it, Shelly-sama.”
“Let’s see, you don’t care for;”—She counted on her fingers—“people talking to you, people looking at you, people…aaand dancing now.”
He rolled his eye. “I mean it. I really can’t.”
“What do you say to a lesson?” She held out her hand.
He stumbled back.
Was this some punishment? He tried to think of anything he’d done to deserve this.
“It would disgrace a lady such as yourself to be seen dancing with a servant.”
“We could use a good scandal.”
“I—” he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d step on your toes.” He was running out of excuses.
“I don’t doubt it.”
What wasn’t she getting about this?
Shelly bounced her hand persistently.
No. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Wouldn’t. Dare touch her. Surely he’d infect her. Why was she bothering with him? Pestering him, like she always did. Like everyone always did. Treating him like a lost puppy, when they should just leave him in the rain to die.
The request was soft: “Please dance with me, Xerxes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “…What did you call me?”
He never spoke of his past, but he knew those whispers, ever at his heel, were indication enough of something dark in his ill-conceived adulthood.
“Well, I figured if you’re keeping a fake name, you’ll need a second. Or, in this case a first—Break sounds better as a surname, don’t you think? And I thought Xerxes was rather fitting.”
“How?” He snorted. “Isn’t it a name for ancient kings and heroes? I fail to see how I fit that.”
How could a knight wear the name of a king? How could a villain bear the name of a hero?
“That’s why I picked it.”
He backed up, his eye widening.
He didn’t understand what she was, or why she ever spoke to him. All that light was sickening...yet…
This woman saw him, not as a monster, or a toy…but as some sort of hero. How was that possible?
The name didn’t fit right. But she smiled at him, and though the light was sickening... it was oddly warm.
“Break might not like to dance, but tonight we are not Break and Shelly. I am the Queen of Hearts, and you are my Mad Hatter.”
“...Who said I was mad?”
She grinned.
“You must be, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
He could choose to turn away, leave this place, believe the whispers snaking through him. Reject the name, her kindness, her light.
He sighed, averted his eye—
Just this one.
And took her hand.
#Xerxes break#pandora hearts#break pandora hearts#kevin regnard#kevin legnard#pandora hearts break#pandora hearts fic#pandora hearts shelly#shellly rainsworth#shelly pandora hearts#sheryl rainsworth#sharon rainsworth#reim lunettes
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#anime#manga#pandora hearts#jun mochizuki#xerxes break#mad hatter#kevin legnard#inktober#myart#mydrawing
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I love break so much! I don't even know why. I was too lazy to do actual line art.
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xerxes break.
the mad hatter.
kevin legnard.
the white knight.
#xerxes break my beloved#ph#pandora hearts#xerxes break#kevin legnard#pandora hearts aesthetic#xerxes break aesthetic#pandora hearts moodboard#aesthetic#moodboard#ray on the way
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and some delicious breakcest!
#pandora hearts#pandora hearts break#Xerxes Break#xerxes break pandora hearts#pandora hearts fanart#kevin legnard#breakcest
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Kevin longs for the days when he could get a good night's sleep.
Eeerrrmmmm here's my November 27 fic
It's short and not much happens in it, it's mostly me trying to practice writing Feelings I think
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no bc the way that xerxes' actual name is kevin legnard. of all things. im not fucking calling him that good god
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break and his harsh honesty
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Whenever Break smiles like this:
that's all. i just wanted to show his real beautiful smile. thanks ❤
#pandora hearts#xerxes break#kevin legnard#retrace xvii#retrace xxx#retrace xxxi#retrace xxxii#may-reads-ph#or well if you really wanna know and come be sad with me here#then i think he is thinking of the sinclair child#that smile....is just so forlorn and fatherly kinda?#or at the least he is def thinking of his time in the abyss
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I used to carry this manga around with me when I was younger. Oh, how nostalgic.
Btw look, it's Cheshire. 😺
(and the white Alice and Kevin Legnard)
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300x300 break icons (part two) ! ^^ free to use, reblogs and likes appreciated !
#xerxes break#pandora hearts#kevin regnard#kevin legnard#break kin#pandora hearts kin#xerxes break kin#xerxes break icons#break icons#pandora hearts icons#paindora hurts#phedit#icons#edits#break (pandora hearts)#eye strain#eyestrain#bright colors
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Got into Pandora Hearts lately thanks to a friend! (I’m talking to you @dapperrokyuu~!) Wanted to try and draw this clown! 🤡✨
#pandora hearts#xerxes break#Kevin Legnard#ph#my art#emily#can't forget about emily!#Also wtf is that coat#How does it w o r k#For those who don't know#I have a love/hate relationship with this clown#I hate to love him but love to hate him#as a joke of course!#he's actually my second fav character so far!#haven't finished though so no spoilers pls~!#Break... C L O W N
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Something tells me he’s going to call him an idiot to his face now.
I was close. Not using the panel because I don’t like that word.
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