#clocksanddocks

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Nothing makes Shea feel quite so small as looking up at the stars, seeing their bright brilliance from who knows how far away. There were too many to count; he’d tried several times. Wada told him the stars were the lives lost over the years, shining light as they looked down on their descendants. The brightest stars were the strongest warriors, the kindest healers, the bravest warriors, and so forth.

“One day, Wada, I will be among the stars.”

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write a fluffy headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🔄  for a random number instead. 

Elli didn’t have much to remember her parents by, mostly just disjointed memories. Luckily there was one thing she still had: a silver necklace with a floral design. It was passed down to her mother, then to Elli when she was very young. Her grandmother called it a family heirloom. Sometimes, when she was feeling lonely, she’d talk to the necklace like her grandmother could hear her through it.

“You know, Grandma... There’s a really sweet boy at the orphanage. His name is Stu. I think... If Mom had another kid, that’s what he’d be like.”

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Lillie had to admit, living with others was nice. She liked having Tina and Felicity around, although she still really hadn’t interacted with the latter too much. She tried to stay out of the girls’ way. Though, sometimes, she would wander downstairs when she thought the others were gone to prep meals to ease their struggles. After all, she only had one job, and they seemed a lot busier than she did.

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“Flora, you’ve got to grow up sometime. You can’t just look at rocks forever!”

She let out a low groan. Sure, she was spacey and fairly laid back, but even she had her limits. Ever since she was a child, Flora had loved to spend her days collecting rocks, especially those with fossils, and her parents had been fine with it at first. The older she got, the less accepting they became.

“Dad, it’s a real job, okay? How else do you think museums get stuff in them?”“Big, strong men put stuff in them. You’re a woman. Why can’t you just teach archaeology or geology or whatever you’re into.”

“It’s not the same!”

Even now, especially after everything, they still didn’t approve.

(Also asked by @childlikemermaid!)

How he reacts is entirely dependent on whether or not it conflicts with his personal morals, or whether he (or someone he feels obligated to) is directly involved. There are crimes that anyone with half a conscience wouldn’t stand by and watch happen, regardless of their relation or involvement– but petty thievery, for instance, is unlikely to even be acknowledged by him, much less reported. (Not to mention he’s also the sort to take matters into his own hands, rather than rely on the authorities. He may have had a brief bounty hunting stint in his early twenties.)

As for himself… to say he’s never done so would be a lie, but it was when he was much younger, and likely out of what he considered necessity at the time.

🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior?

Flora loved animals. Especially cats. The biggest, most plump ones were her favorites. They were kind and gentle and sleepy. She envied them. They seemed so at peace. And then there was that one dog that lived at the archaeological site she and that man were at what felt like centuries ago. It was a Chihuahua, if she remembered right. And she loved that little guy to death. She wished she’d brought him with her. She hoped he was doing okay...

Long story short? Flora loved animals. She treasured them. In some ways - many ways, it seemed - they were far better than humans...

♡ - “fluttering heart”

@klausdoesasniff mentioned below

Every time she passed by the police station, she’d hesitate, pause by the door or the window. If she passed by the latter, she took a moment to peer inside, eyes scanning the indoor room as if searching for some. She was looking for someone.

That officer... He isn’t here today...

She sighed softly, almost sadly, and continued on her way. It was so strange, how these feelings had come out of the blue. Now, in every passing spare moment, her mind would drift off and she’d be swept off her feet by a scary-looking prince on a white horse.

His name was Klaus. What a lovely name. Dignified and strong. Just like him.

I’ll try again later...