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Beads of Memory || Ella & Charlotte

An amused smile sparkles on her lips as she listens to the reply the puppet gives to her. This is another thing that she cherishes about the circus; people at home, people in society, had always been so keen to show off their intelligence and their enlightened way of speech. Charlotte enjoyed reading as much as the next person, but there was always something so pretentious about the way they spoke, as if they were attempting to prove they were the most of anyone. Charlotte had only been able to smile politely and nod, entertaining their games.But this, this is so different. It’s engaging. This is what she believes to be enlightening and wonderful, not those other conversations.

“Well, it’s a very good thing that we have people like you in the world, isn’t it, Wonderlandian?” she asks with a grin.”Imagine if everyone was like you said. I think it’d be a terribly dreary place and what fun is that?” A fond look crossed her face as she slipped her basket gracefully off her to let it rest on the ledge of the stage before leaning her own elbows onto it, lights catching in her brown eyes and setting them alight with delight. “That’s why I’m very glad that there’s things like this circus. It helps remind people that they should learn to look past the outside. There’s so much more if you’d just pay a bit more attention.” As much as she was enjoying the conversation with the puppet, she couldn’t help but wonder about the puppeteer just as she uttered the previous sentence, but her racing thoughts forced herself back to the present situation. The wide smile closed, forming into a thoughtful pout, the small tip of her tongue poking from between her teeth. Her mother had always claimed it wasn’t proper for a lady to do that, but since leaving her home and consequently her mother’s watchful gaze, her endless lessons on manners had quickly flew from her mind. “I’m very flattered for the honor! How about…Adrian? If it doesn’t suit you, I’m sure we could come up with something together. I wouldn’t want to assume after all.”

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Casual encounter slowly reverted into an orchestra of thoughts. Exchanged ideals constructing a new perception of Here & There. Deep pools of painted wood bore themselves into the very core of her existence, perhaps in an attempt to study her, delve into her world. Ghostly traces of what ought to be a smile hovered above frozen lips. A hint of u n c e r t a i n t y, a subtle flash of gratification - all smeared across motionless doll. Brief conversation tugging out concealed truths. Rarely did Ella permit herself such freedom while talking,and rarely did she enjoy someone's company. Splendid fingers manoeuvred thin strings - puppet audaciously taking a step closer. Nameless creature had been granted a name - honour coursing through still veins. How wonderful it was - how utterly delightful ! "Ah-..! Adrian is such a lovely name. Perfect." Genuine response to doubtful suggestion. Peculiar. Mysteriously enigmatic. "Now, allow me to revive our previous topic, princess. You say people should pay attention, right? And I can't help but nod at how right you are! It's unfortunate that humans disregard details, no? After all, the minute things create the ultimate perfection. Trivial matters give significance to everything. Am I wrong? Without them, our world would truly be a dreadful place, yet with each passing day, humanity is plunging deeper into a hopeless abyss of pure ignorance. How truly crude they are! They willingly agree to doom us all, and how tragically beautiful our end will be. I shudder at the enticing taste of the words spoken, I kneel before the power we possess - a power long lost and forgotten. Enchantingly agonizing end." Velvet voice aligned hushed concepts on a ribbon of black. Mental bells chimed lightly in tilted cranium, bringing forth dark themes. "Ah, I got carried away." Hard extremity met wooden forehead - posing for the unwelcome guest. "Excuse me, my dear. I tend to drift away into my own little secluded area when it comes to such things. I'm quite .. emotional. Let's put it that way." Previously blank expression gained some sort of brilliance. The confrontation with this girl had actually unlocked that dusty chamber Ella only opens for special occasions. Surprise, laced with something akin to warmth, managed to surface on her own immobile countenance - how very unexpected. Glaring pearls peeking through roseate folds quickly disappeared. Gaze pinned on the dimly-lit figure below her, Ella quietly mused about the female. Maybe she should befriend her, or maybe - a more reasonable choice - she should simply remain hidden by the perpetual darkness of her realm.

#Beads of Memory #charlotte-soames #|| Sorry it took so long!

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Beads of Memory || Ella & Charlotte

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The chanting would have sent any of her society friends scrambling for the exit, but Charlotte has always been a bit braver, a bit bolder, than the girls dressed in petticoats and those content to sit in stiff backed chairs drinking tea and gossiping all day. “I’m not scared,” she assures the changing voices, awe creeping into her tone as she searches still for the source of the voice. Her footsteps bring her back to the circle of light that surrounds the stage like a halo. “If anything, I’m the most curious.” The different voices of the different dolls ring throughout the tent and bounce off the walls, drowning out the sound of her footsteps, and she can’t but marvel at how much skill alone that must take to project one’s voice.

Girls at home had always been so frightened of puppets after a certain age. There was something about their eyes and their mechanical movements and how sometimes they would be a little bit too lifelike for their tastes. Charlotte had to disagree with their dislike. She found them fascinating. They were each crafted with care and each one was different. They represented things that those watching the shows could only imagine. What point was there, being rude and not being able to appreciate that craft that not just anyone was capable of performing? Wooden figures drop into the view of the stage and her pace quickens, bringing her closer to the stage than any normal audience member would normally be allowed. It’s only when they welcome her that a wild bird song laughter leaves sings through the air, her eyes dancing with the light and awe.

“I have to disagree, Wonderlandians,” she laughs, “I’m hardly a princess. I don’t think I’d suit the role very well - and what would a princess be doing in a circus?” Her eyes do their best to capture every single motion that the wooden limbs make, and she can’t help but sigh in contentment. It’s as if it’s her very own private showing and she can’t help but feel like she’s one of the luckiest people in that very moment. She cradles her chin in her hands as she leans against the very edge of the stage. “Where are my manners though? I’ve told you my name but I don’t know any of yours! You’ll all forgive me for forgetting to ask, won’t you?”

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Burning pleasure of witnessing fear was extinguished by bold answers. Fleeting element of distress marring letter-bound sentences. Singular puppet gracing desolated stage stared at the awe-inspiring persona. A female personifying incomprehensible confidence, displaying the ability of development - evolving into a peculiar creature, far from those one's used to seeing. Perhaps, coincidental encounter would prove beyond enjoyable. Mild sentiments surfacing onto immobile countenance. Glossed lips painted into a mysterious smile, whispering unsung secrets. Hardly noticeable, curiosity was melded into registering cerebrum. Far from mundane existence was capable of tugging out these forgotten emotions. Dust blown into a festival of questions. Concealed under the secluded sanctity of the golden halo, doll silently observed as the intruder continued her speech. Patience interwoven into a complex network of musings. Talkative character drifted from topic to topic - a moment of confusion flashing across puppeteer's features only to subside into a hardly visible grin - genuine in its core. "Why, my dear - every girl shelters a princess inside her, no? Uniqueness distinguishing one from the cattle. Never deny it. Regardless of its location, a rose is always a rose. And so is a princess. Ha! If humanity judged those around them merely by their appearance or location - and much to my avail they do nowadays - then, the undiscovered beauty will always remain hidden. In other words, we'll all be ...... ..... doomed." Instant of wordless concurrence between master & puppet. Quiet admiration exchanged between related presences. If only she possessed the eloquence her puppets did -- oh! "Forgiveness is an element we all cherish and offer. As for a name, I find that hardly necessary -- .... I might be Evangeline today, Thomas tomorrow, and on holidays -- a Hugh! I may be a Richard for the woman shedding tears, an Elizabeth for the man in the corner, and a Charles for you~! Trivial matter, trivial matters. Why don't you choose a name for me, Charlotte? I'd be more than honoured to carry something of yours with me." Obviously male marionette spoke with ease, tracing the girl with its unfazed gaze.

#Beads of Memory #charlotte-soames

Stroke of Fate || Ella & Levi

Set in the past

Excruciating hunger - unbearable, devouring, demolishing. Passive aggressiveness reflected across careworn features. Primeval instinct summoning unwelcome thoughts. Obliterated by cobwebs corners hid trembling persona. Speckles of dirt and debris graced forgotten world. Neglected, abandoned, lost. Pallid arms clasped bony knees, heavy with slumber head rested atop of them. Damp, darken walls threatened to crash down on her, to erase her pitiful existence. Bedimmed eyes stared at her own bare feet. Perpetual Hell. How long will this agonizing reality last? F o r e v e r Grumbling organ reminded her of the growing need for food. Standing up, swaying from side to side, walls supporting feather weight, direction took towards the busy streets. Feigned compassion smeared across nameless presences showered her in flaked disgust. Pathetic, arid creatures. Spectral acquaintances vanishing in this commotion of noises. Alone - she was utterly alone in a place full of vile, cold people. Unwavering gaze voyaged through the shops, stopping at the glassy embodiment of heaven. Impenetrable obstructions concealed in their depths the very essence of bliss. Aligned sweets whispered enchanting hymns - luring her into a vortex of temptation. Palms firmly pressed against the window, uneven breaths drew intricate patterns of misty circles. Confection shop mocked her incapability of possessing these desired goods. Cerebrum spelled a plan - sinful in its origin yet necessary for her survival. Pickpocketing was never her forte, but despair insistently forced her to concur obediently. Cerulean pools scanned the vicinity for possible victims. Target found. Male - handsome, athletic, older. The odds of actually succeeding weren't very high. Another pang of pain plucked at every pore of her inert existence. Entangled in the disasters of feverish hunger, petite girl made her way towards him. Rule number one : distraction. Drooping shoulder brushed against unknown fabric, applying more force, she managed to transform the light and nearly felt brush into a bump. Using the festival of voices around them to serve as further disorientating factor, nimble fingers slipped between laces and soft materials only to graze unfamiliar object. Unforgivable action. Undeniable wrongdoing. Cremation of morality.

#Levi Black #Stroke of Fate #{ I hope you like it ; u ; }

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Beads of Memory || Ella & Charlotte

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It’s rare for her to be able to get away, but Charlotte sells out yet again, and she’s ahead of her newly set schedule of prep and clean up. She takes the opportunity to wander the circus alone seeing as those that she’s made rather close friends with are still performing or lost amidst the grounds of the large circus. It’s not difficult for her to remember that she’s a new comer to this place and its ways. There was so much that she had yet still to see. Lily had taken her along to the Sky Maze at one point and she had spent several hours there, running up and down the platforms despite her cumbersome skirts and petticoats before falling (but really, it was more like floating) back down to the ground only to repeat the process, dragging her new friend along with her too.

The tents she had been to she could count on one hand and the number of performances that she had seen were even smaller, much to her dismay. The only reason she had seen Poppet’s small cat show as by pure chance. She had literally stumbled upon it on her way back to the tents one night as she carried her supplies back in her arms, her body aching for sleep. Upon seeing the red headed girl and her cats though, she immediately woke right up. Charlotte had mentioned her woes to several of the other circus members and they assured her that she was not the only one who had not seen the circus in full. She would see most of it in time, they explained, and besides which, exploration was half the fun and wonder of the circus to begin with. While a part of her wanted to pout because she simply couldn’t wait for that time to pass, Charlotte was still excited by that prospect all by itself because really, what was better than an adventure?

On this particular night, she picks a tent at random, her ever-present basket still in the crook of elbow carrying some of the food that she had set aside before starting her shift. She pauses at the front of it, looking up at the sign that describes the contents to contain a puppet show and enters. A frown settles briefly on her face upon seeing the empty tent, but it doesn’t deter her from venturing further. She would have left, but the still illuminated stage captured her attention and her feet carried her over to it. Once she is near enough, bright brown eyes take in the sheer detail and craftsmanship that have gone into it and her slim fingers trace the delicate carvings in the wood. Something glittering between the gap of the stage and where the puppets hang from catches her attention, and soon enough she’s making her way around the back and away from the spotlight that bathed the stage in a halo of brightness. Floorboards creak beneath her feet and breaks the magical silence, but it’s the voice that calls out from else where in the tent that makes her stop.

“Oh! It’s Charlotte -,” she bites her lip realizing that she shouldn’t expect the voice to know who she is. “I’m sorry! I sort of…wandered in here by mistake. I’ll leave if I’m disturbing you.”

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Silence shattered by wavering voice laced in an emotion akin to anxiousness. Wonderland of forgotten sentiments generously welcoming this nervous creature. Tension intensified by the electric element in her gestures - hurried, impulsive, almost scared. Perhaps shy? Foreign character intruding the peaceful realm of her world - infecting it with shrill tones and sugary sweetness. Unfazed eyes voyaged across the tent, finally stopping on the dimly lit silhouette of this unknown figurine. Thoughts mystified by this sudden appearance. Wooden entities awoke. Echoes of hollow steps lingered in heavy air. Click, click, click. Horror stories abducting divine reality. Cracks and whispers resonated across silky walls - mysteriousness amplified into a single word. "Charlotte." Unseen doll spoke - dark shadows dancing across unreal surfaces. The collapse of all security. "Charlotte ... Oh~! Char~lotte." Unearthy chant blossomed across immobile lips, painted orbs tracing the unfortunate girl. "Do you think she's scared? Scared of us?" Different tones belonged to contrary doll. Stern vision directed towards the female. Prolonged silence announced upcoming perils. Hushed hum emitted by alien existences. Opposing worlds crashed in this brief encounter - blackest of black merging with the purest of white. Innocence tangling in threads of tragedy, terror, Death. Themes far too familiar to the wielder of these celestial presences. The very essence of her soul dwelt between wooden lungs - silver splinters of her personality punctuated into these lifeless marionettes. They had adopted bits of her, they were the embodiment of everything she wanted to be and was. One could not exist without the other. "Come now, there's nothing to be afraid of. We're all friendly. And you - young lady - you cannot possibly disturb us. There are no such things as mistakes - everything has a cause. Nothing is coincidental. We hide behind the strokes of coincidence, and impossibility, hiding from the real reason behind our actions. No? We fear responsibility. We fear acknowledgement. We fear our true emotions. Sad. How very, very sad." Splendid puppets were finally revealed. Graceful limbs lifted in order to emphasize what had just been uttered. Warm embrace of distinct words. Such raw talent revealed with every passing caress of hard extremities. "Welcome to Wonderland, Princess."

#charlotte-soames #Beads of Memory #{ It was perfect ~ ! }#{ You're wonderful }

#Ellathepuppeteer #{ This is what happens when I don't study :B }

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Beads of Memory || Open

Sweet indulgence in a realm of unrealities - spectral phantoms gracing wooden surface. Unchangeable entities reflected intricate sentiments, painted eyes announcing inexpressible thoughts. Imagination unleashed - coming to a breathtaking fruition. Faceless mannequins stared at the stage in utter fascination - the veil of enchantment enwrapping every inch of their pitiful existence. Solace granted to nameless puppeteer - blissful contentment.

Emotions were ejected fleetingly in the atmosphere, the sheer volume of the audience's gasp capable of shattering her concentration. Glossy saturated humanity revealed in lifeless puppets, carcasses of inescapable solitude carved in the core of this untold story. Passionately burning soul exposed to prying eyes. Tenderness embellishing graceful gestures. Questions torn solely by the act - whispers soaring in astral firmament.

Denouement of the play was satisfying. Applause boomed, spelling praise and astonishment. Golden flakes showering infinite soul. Soulless dolls were hurled back into her embrace. Mechanical eyes - insensitively open - stared at her own. Warm digits grazed wooden cheeks. "You did great." Words of encouragement passed on to illusionary shadows.

Sharp sound created by impact of someone's weight caught her attention. Someone was approaching her little secluded corner of the world - an intruder.

"Who is it?" Cerulean orbs disappeared behind heavy lids, silence pulling her in a warm embrace.

#{ I chose the title randomly }#{ idk ... }#Beads of Memory #ellaopen

Unveiled Puppets || Prompt 1 & 2

Devouring persona concealed behind nameless faces of wooden entities

#tnc challenge 4 #|| I tried ...

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Fractured Moment || Ella & Edmund

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His eyes stared unseeingly at the ground, his face adopted the frown that had almost become second nature to him now. Hunched over in his chair, his arm was still in it’s sling, in still mocked him with it’s ache. Headaches seemed to be a common thing for him, perhaps all the time letting the blood rush into it was now coming back to haunt him. He had regained most of his strength in the 2 weeks since his fall, but it was still 4 weeks until his arm would be fully healed, and only then could he perform again.

It had been 2 weeks since he’d been up there, 2 weeks since he’d felt s thrill of any kind, 2 weeks since he’d smiled. His own weaknesses and fragility depressed him, trapped inside this worthless body, it infuriated him.

However, he did have something to look forward to today. Ella, the wonderfully talented puppeteer had offered to perform for him. It was one of his favourite acts in the whole circus, and Ella was a lovely girl.

His head shot up as the tent wall rustles and an amazing life like puppet popped it’s head through. A slight smile pulled at the corners of his lips, but his eyes stayed sad. “I’m here Ella,” He said, trying to sound excited as he rose from his chair which was somewhat hidden in the shadows. He walked over to her, only one hand stuffed into his pocket unlike usual. He felt uneven, and off balance, it was terrible.

As he approached her he knelt on one knee and kissed the hand of the puppet chivalrously, trying to act like his normal self for Ella. “May I say that you are looking lovely today,” He complimented the puppet teasingly, then looked up at Ella and stood. “Both of you,” He added with a smile.

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Wooden limb motioned forward, immobile digits resting upon soft cheek. Connection between puppet and human was established. Mortal sentiments lingered between both parties with graceful ease - how thrillingly exciting. Even amidst the prolonged silence, butterfly kiss bloomed across the pale surface. Splendid head was raised slowly as nimble fingers breathed life into the motionless object. Slowly, steadily, quietly, Ella was slipping into the private corner of her mind - indulging in the sweetest bliss : playing. A promise was a promise and she shan't break it. A harmless act for the soul - granted. "If I could, I'd offer you my own arm, Edmund - as long as you're happy." Nameless doll spoke in hushed tones, inky hues locking with those brilliantly fascinating ones. Miraculous personae blending into one - the amalgamation of two universes reflected across painfully breathtaking features. Trespassing digits were pulled back with the same elegance they were placed. Figurine voyaging with light dance steps around the man. Devouring voice once again sprung up into existence, mere words unveiling concealed truths. Silence - forever broken, engulfed in the luring sentences uttered. "Ah --... ! Why must you suffer so, my dear Edmund? Cruel is reality, and bitter is our Fate. How unjust they are when combined. Seeing you in pain -- oh! My own body yields to the infinite agony of hopelessness! Why, my precious, why has the world marred you with its prying eyes, envious of your charm. Dear, if only I could soothe the throbbing ache, if only I could unleash my everlasting devotion and rid you of this pain." Foreign world transformed into the familiar realm of tragedy. Mesmerizing elegy of unsung whispers echoing hollowly in the puppeteer's cranium. Interwoven tassels of golden shade swayed with each fluttering tread - for the fleetest of moments, they resembled a halo of radiant light. Smiles chased each other as pearls unrolled from roseate lips.

#Fractured Moment #Edmund #|| I'm so glad! ^^

Fractured Moment || Ella & Edmund

A wave of unusual sensations prickled beneath porcelain skin. Senses thrown into a festival of electric impulses and butterfly strokes. How very unusual. Black merging with the purest of white welcomed cerulean orbs - the slumbering behemoth had awoken. Unfamiliar faces spotted every corner of this illusionary realm - women, men, children - they were all here to watch the show, to watch her puppets. Stage remained utterly empty. Disappointment was splashed across irritated countenance, irritated sighs slipping through roseate lips. She heard the silent murmurs of the audience, she heard their mute protest and demand for entertainment, but Ella had other plans. Lowly lids did not shift as nimble fingers applied the final touches to wooden entities. Silky dresses rustled as gloveless hands straightened laces and ties. Obeying an impulse, anonymous puppeteer had rebelled against her own convictions in order to prepare a surprise visit. The rarity of this bizarre idea was what sparked the undying desire to achieve it - unique in its own strangeness. Ella was never one to communicate with those surrounding her. Always preferring the security of solitude, she avoided all forms of interactions throughout her stay in the circus - yet today, everything was different. She had willingly agreed to perform for someone - privately. Sweet anticipation. Journeying through the sea of creatures, the female gracefully made her way towards Edmund's tent. Rumours hovered above her, the remote whisper she had fleetingly overheard once again echoed in her cranium. Edmund was injured - he had broken a limb. It was expected. His act wasn't a safe one and as much as she enjoyed watching, she couldn't help but feel slightly distressed. How very unfortunate. Wooden head peered through weightless sheets, painted eyes staring questioningly at the tent. Nimble fingers tugged at strings, head drastically tilting to one side. Moments later, Ella's head emerged right above her puppet's, now both pair of eyes examining the area. "----.... Edmund? Are you in here?"

#Fractured Moment #Edmund #|| I hope you like it!

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