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@phmonth2018 Week 4 day 7: first kiss

It's sad they didn't end up together but was satisfying for the story, I do always imagine Vincent being the more mushy one tho he is the one to get easier flustered. (Who wouldn't Ada is adorable♡(｡- ω -))

Pandora Hearts Month - Week 4 

Day 4: Hope

Day 6 - Mistakes

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Inviting Jack to Gilbert's ceremony had been a terrible mistake that led to the worst possible consequence.

But if he had to be honest, he had just indulged in believing that. Because it was much easier to believe your sole mistake had been to allow yourself something as simply human as to trust in friendship.

Because before that, he had noticed Jack hadn't moved on, couldn't move on, and although he had implored him to, his sword a few inches from the blonde's throat, he had known it was too late.

It had been too late ever since that time when Jack took his hand, a hopeful smile and a bright blush on his face, and said, "Let's go meet Lacie together", and in his eyes he could see he was irrecoverably out of his mind.

His mistake had been to allow him near Alice who had great power and not enough responsibility to go with it. His mistake had been to even allow her to live and have access to a human body, because he couldn't bring himself to kill her like he killed her mother.

Even earlier than that, it had been an even bigger mistake to let Jack simply walk away when he learned of Lacie's death, neither stopping him nor showing him another way, and leaving the door wide open for Levi to remove whatever remained of his sanity.

And worst of all, he had let Lacie lie to Jack about her fate, had let Jack remain completely oblivious to it until there was nothing he could do anymore, removing every chance for her to escape. He had passively gone through with that twisted masquerade, and that led to the loss of his dearest sister and the corruption of the Abyss.

@phmonth2018 Tragedy Trio day 6: Siblings

"When you're gone...I will be...lonely without you."

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Pandora Hearts Rating: General Audiences Summary:

Oswald, who failed to change the past, meets his end on a snow-covered ground. But as his soul dissipates and his consciousness fades, he sees in his dreams visions of other pasts and other futures, other stories that involved the unholy trinity he was a part of. Or maybe it was the Abyss, allowing him a last glimpse into what could have been in his world, and what probably was in others.

Pandora Hearts Month 2018:

Week 3 (Tragedy Trio) - Day 5 : AUs

@phmonth2018 Tragedy Trio day 3: Song

This cruel, absurd and beautiful world..

Pandora Hearts Month (Week 3: Tragedy Trio)

Day 4 - Loneliness

“Even though I brought about the end with my own hands, I am feeling so lonely without you”

Day 3 - Song

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IIt couldn’t be said that the fearsome head of the great manor of the Baskerville clan and his two closest servants lacked in taste or in appreciation of the arts. On the contrary, their education was as fine as was required from ones of their rank and influence. They were authors of exquisite music and charming prose that was undoubtedly bound to cross ages and reach the hearts of people centuries later. And in the middle of this refined company, a single man stood out like the outsider he was. It wasn’t that he lacked grace himself, far from it. But there was like something in the air around him that indicated that no matter how close he was to them, he ultimately didn’t belong in the same dimension. He was an otherworldly piece of art and they were fine connoisseurs.

If anything, Jack was a lot like a song. Loving him was painful, hating him was harder than initially supposed. Letting him close to your heart was a dangerous mistake, keeping him at a distance was hard and lonely. The man was lovable and equally despicable, sickening and comforting, and you needed the eye of an artist and the heart of a poet to love him. To see all the corruption within his soul and still somehow find him pure, to witness the ugliness of his warped nature and still see a thing of beauty.

To Oswald, Jack was the melody played with skill and delicacy. He was a maddeningly bold piece; the cheerful, happy sound of a major key that was composed with as much skills and as little feelings as was humanly possible. It sounded empty and calculated, and yet at the same time lovely and comforting, deceptive joy interspersed with subtle borrowed chords of foreboding. An ephemeral sad and ominous sonority you could easily miss if you don’t listen carefully, and one you could blissfully ignore until the piece nears its end and switches definitely to an unsettling minor key of pure anguish.

To Lacie, he was the poem sung ever so carefully over her brother’s piano. It was a song of simple words; a sweet, feather-like rhythm that made it sound like a nursery rhyme. And yet, if you listened to its actual meaning, it was but a disconcerting sequence of dark words that spoke of beautifully pure yet destructive love, one that bordered on madness and despair. A twisted, elegant refrain that expressed joy and pleasure and implied sadness and loneliness. It was a sweet-sounding song that paradoxically conveyed the fragile state of the human mind, the transient character of love and friendship, and a fate carved in blood, loneliness and devastation.