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occulte-amour

dontreject

caught-in-the-shadows

{♚} She'd been assigned on a mission of sorts. Lottie was to sneak into Pandora Headquarters and steal some of their files. Any information on The Will of the Abyss, Sablier or the Baskervilles themselves was to be snatched and disposed of once read and checked over by Master Glen.

And what was she doing right now? Well, she had managed to sneak into Pandora Headquarters fairly easily. All she had to do now was recover the files without being spotted as she slithered down the corridors.

senknightwalker01

dontreject

ducissarosis

duchess-rainsworth

forsaken-isolated-madness

dancewithteardrops

On this day, it was getting cold and little snowflake fell on the capital. Looking up at the sky, Ayumi is said that the hard days were now arriving. Chain loved the snow, but this element could be very bad for her health.

Emily had run off. She had a bad habit of doing this. She never got very far, but if he turned his back for a second, she would be gone. Which was completely stupid, he told her to stay where she was, but she never listened. One of these days she was going to get herself into trouble, goodness.

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It's time to take advantage of his small stature and slip away from the crowd unnoticed; by no means does Leo hate social gatherings as much as his master, but it does get stifling. 

A quick look around. There are no servants to be seen. That's all the encouragement he needs to pad down the stairs to the reception room.

It is empty, as expected. The windows are wide open and despite the day having been blistering, the night air is chill and in two long strides he's at the window, taking it all in: the countless fireflies in the sky, the minuet drifting from the floor above, perhaps following the trail left by the ivy from window to window to window. 

«♙» Mercy falls upon him today, and what a soothing rain it is!

This afternoon, rather than manning an awkward station at the heavy wooden doors 'greeting' guests (because, after all, stuttering madly after them seems a more apt description), the young man finds himself drifting through the Vessalius garden. While quite a humble arena, particularly when compared against those at Baskerville or Nightray House, the space is lovely all the same... and yet desperately in need of pruning around the edges. And so, Gilbert sets about his task with an innocent smile and an eager heart, clambering up upon the wall so that he might manage the crawling ivy creeping up and over.

And then he spots them: an individual just beyond the border of the estate, and at the back as well. Did they mean to find the entrance and wander back here by mistake?

lapinou-noir

let-me-in-i-have-gold

dontreject

  —— ✢ "I prithee for thy reason for approaching me."