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he walks on the streets to the cheers of his name, he waves to the crowds in a flurry of rose petals. he is not his mother. he is the one they want to be king. valentine. 23.crown prince of wonderland
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[ ♡ ]—he does not expect to be punched.
the blow came as a surprise, and valentine stills for a few moments in what seems like an attempt to process what has just transpired. the impact is not strong enough to have him fall, but he knows by the warmth in his cheek that that blow would leave a bruise, and that is what makes him angry.
he spits on the ground and scoffs when he sees red, and he massages his jaw in an attempt to ease, not the pain, but the purples and blues and crimsons from coloring his alabaster skin. he liked red on his clothes and on snow and on the lifeless canvas of his lover’s skin, but never--ever--on his own visage.
“feisty.” his tone does not carry his teasing jove no longer; only resounding spite and muted anger ride on that velvet baritone. he spies the red that hid beneath icy blue...lenses? but the crown prince is much too distracted by the red that was blooming in his own aching cheek to even notice.
he does not move from his spot to attack. instead, he lets his tentacles rise from the soft soil, the shadowy limbs wrapping around the tall blonde’s slighter form, securing from each side. “you are fraternal, no?” he queries, raising a brow as he tightens the coils. “your brother didn’t even try to fight back.”
with those final syllables, valentine pulls and throws elliot forward, onto one of the statues of his lovely mother that litter the maze garden.
» close enough. val/ell
his hands were already trembling, and his brother had been touched in places no one else but him had ever touched; elliot basically had nothing to live for at this point. it was shallow, pathetic even, but his affections for his brother were beyond what and how anyone would think. he felt betrayed – by oliver, and the devil was laughing at him, mocking him.
elliot saw no other color but red – from the anger threatening to spill, and the blood boiling underneath his porcelain skin. his nails were piercing into the skin at the palm of his hand, and he took a step forward – just one step toward the horrid creature before him; he was trying to suppress the urge to scream, his jaw clenched so hard, his molars should just as well shatter.
there was no control left in him – there had always been none if oliver were the case at hand. there was warm blood on his knuckles suddenly, and he loomed over his cousin; his knuckles stung from the impact – much harder than he intended it to be, rage-fueled.
it did not dawn on elliot, until a few moments later, that it was the blow of his fist to his cousin’s jaw – teeth – that caused him to stumble back. his red eyes gleamed behind icy blue contacts as he stared into valentine’s emerald ones.
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[ ♡ ]---”and i will have to kill you.”
there is a small twitch at the corner of valentine’s lips at that rather delightful threat, and he tries hard--his hardest!--not to burst into a fit of condescending laughter. but he does, and his hearty chortle echoes against the hedges and the thorns. the robins fly out of the trees they nested in, the rabbits cower further into the bushes, and the rats squeak as if they feel the impending doom.
he clutches his stomach as he doubles over from jove, wiping a single tear from his left eye after he sends the last of his laughs out of his system. “that is cute.” he mocks, his tongue licking at one of his prominent canine teeth. “absolutely adorable.”
the marmoreal--his cousin--was taller, and there was magic in their mother’s blood that he should be scared of. but valentine was confident (much too, at most moments) of his strength. with his stance sure, he places his hands behind his back, and he lilts his head to one side after he nods out what seems to be an invitation for attack.
“try me.”
» close enough. val/ell
the question was obvious mockery.
his hands immediately let go of the insufferable demon’s collar, only to swat vile hands away from his face. those hands – they have tainted, corrupted what was supposed to be his, and his alone.
elliot stood a good foot before valentine then, towered over him with broad shoulders, and gazed at him with menacing eyes. while taller, valentine was wider, much muscular compared to elliot’s simply toned body. surely, valentine could easily topple him to the ground, but he knew the crown prince wouldn’t succumb to such; he liked acting high and mighty.
a fist was clenched at his side, threatening to move and hit the other male square in the jaw at the wrong words.
then again, there was nothing right about valentine heart.
“lay your filthy hands on my brother again, and i will have to kill you.” the words slipped easily from between full lips, tinted red from anxiously running his teeth against them.
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#[ i hope y'all don't mind me shortening posts and thread replies bc meeps ]#[ i want to finish a thread guys ]#out of coeur;
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“What more do you want from me?”
[ ♡ ]—there is a feral glint in valentine’s emerald hues.
“i don’t know, really.” he pins the other’s thin wrists over his head with one hand, his other hand tracing a gentle line down the other’s torso with an index finger. he straddles the shorter, slighter boy upon his bed, and he hovers over his form, a teasing smirk gaining permanence on his ruby lips. “a reaction? emotion?”
the crown prince ducks down and plants kisses upon cecil’s neck–soft, lingering pecks with gentle nibbles in between, leaving marks that would not be seen until closer inspection. his hand, learned and sure, travels further down south, teasingly stopping once it hovers upon the servant’s crotch. cheeky as ever, he smiles with his eyes as he gives his clothed length a light rub–practically a gasp more than a touch.
“just,” his green eyes gleam in the dimly lit room. “something.”
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[ ♡ ]---he hears him before he arrives.
the rose he cradled in his hands--artificially bloomed, a product of one of his chemical breakthroughs, of course--drops to the ground with a silence the tall blonde did not possess. his visage does not reflect any fear, his features do not show any remorse. he does not feel any of those, even if he was being collared by a prince who towers over him by a few good inches.
“feisty.” he muses, holding the blonde’s wrists and peeling his hands off of his white suit. he does, after all, prefer his whites to be stained by crimson blood, and that alone. “may i be informed of what merits me of this kind of behavior, sire?” he quirks a brow, as if he does not know what he has to be blamed for. “your screams of my name could be heard even from kingdoms away.”
valentine knows of this prince--of the gold in his hair and the blue in his--he pauses, squints, takes a closer look at those hues. there was something artificial about those icy hues. he debates if he is going to bring it up, but he pushes it back, and focuses instead on the matter at present.
“my,” the smoothness of his baritone is unnerving. he cups both of the marmoreal’s cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing small circles upon the smooth, ruddy skin. “red looks quite wonderful on you, elliot.” a smirk curls upon blood red tiers.
“on you and your brother both.”
» close enough. val/ell
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the guards could not disobey the prince’s orders; the white horse clomped out of the castle grounds, and the young prince quickly rode into the thick forest outside. rage boiled inside him, and his knuckles, already pale, grew impossibly whiter as his grip tightened on the harness. the horse galloped in earnest, felt the prince’s need to not waste any time. his crimson eyes were darker. the sooner he arrived at the heart’s palace, the sooner he would be able to ride back to his own. he was definitely not going this far for small talk.
the heart’s palace was easily accessible; oliver had been here just a week before, for a party that the crown prince of hearts held; and while elliot simply waved his brother off and bid him to have a good time, he obviously did not mean it in the way his brother and that bastard valentine had intended.
“valentine!” his voice echoed through the halls, and castle help wordlessly pointed to the garden, fearing the look of intense madness in the white prince’s eyes. he stomped into the garden, expecting it to be filled with red roses, and the blatant thorn among the flowers.
it was not hard to spot him; his head, if one observed well enough according to elliot, was bigger – maybe from ego, or his need to have the crown on his head. elliot stormed up to him, turned him around, and grabbed him by the collar. “you son of a bitch, valentine.”
#p: close enough#pp: elliot#vl;p#[ pls lets keep this short im begGING#[ i want to finisH A THR E A D my lo v e
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“How was I supposed to know?”
[ ♡ ]—valentine looks at the shattered jar on the carpeted floor, his prized collection of diverse colored eyes plopping around the plush crimson like tadpoles in bloody shallow water. he clenches his fists to still his temper. there is a murderous glint that passes through his emerald hues. he is not pleased, yet it does not show on his visage.
in the gardens, a poor robin is crushed by a shadowy tendril.
“good princesses do not sneak in their big brothers’ rooms, dear sister.” his eyes are squinted into crescents that were too jovial to be true, his lips curled in a much too peaceful grin. “especially in their hidden chambers.”
valentine steps forward, and his face darkens as he looks down on his sibling.
“now.” his voice is deep, a far cry from the sweetness his baritone usually carries, and his face is set into an icon of utter stoicity. “help me clean up.”
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"Do you trust me?"
[ ♡ ]—”i mean no offense, but no. not really, milady.” valentine attempts a small smile at the maiden, hoping to not seem rude, but he does not really trust the list of ingredients she had suggested to complete his experimental potion. “you see, the last time the other flower gave me something new…” he pauses, thinking it best to not continue his tale. “never mind that.” he inhales, pursing his ruby red lips before going on with his sentence. “are you sure this would make a better preservation fluid than my own recipe?”
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"Please, stop it already."
[ ♡ ]—valentine, for once, does as he is told and stops, blinking a few times as he tears his gaze from the other’s lovely pair of silver hues before schooling his visage into a bashful expression. “apologies,” he offers, making his hands meet to ask for reparation. “you own quite a lovely pair of peepers, dear one. it was hard not to stare”
he rests his cheek upon a knuckle. “may i know of your name, love?”
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"Please don’t go."
[ ♡ ]—a brow quirks at the sudden exclamation, and valentine thinks that he can never be used to the quirky machinations that move inside a liddell’s tainted mind. he stops in his tracks and turns, all part of his perfect prince act, and he lightly takes both of the girl’s hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze.
“i was not going to leave.” he assures, even though he was just about to exit the hall. but playtime with the darling girl seems much lovelier than a meeting with his mother’s unattractive decadents, so he pretends he longs to stay. “did you have something you wanted to talk about, love?” his thumb draws light circles over the back of her white palm. “this prince is all ears for your tale.”
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“Stop pretending.”
[ ♡ ]—he is taken aback, but he is not shaken.
the crown prince merely laughs, his face bearing no signs of disturbance, a studied serenity flowing across his delicate features at the rather loaded statement. with a measured grace, valentine sets down his tea upon the table, crossing one leg over the other as his head lilts innocently to one side.
“what do you mean, darling?”
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( angst starter sentences. )
“Are you going to leave me again?”
“Be quiet!”
“Do you trust me?”
“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”
“Don’t you love me anymore?”
“Foolish.”
“Forgive me, please.”
“Get out of my face.“
“Go away.”
“How could I believe someone like you?”
“How could you do this to me?”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Leave me alone already.”
“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
"I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep."
“I just wanted to help you.”
“I needed you and you weren’t there.”
“I said I was sorry.”
"I thought we were friends."
“I’m a nobody.”
“It’s too late now.”
“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”
“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”
"Please don’t go."
“Please, stop it already.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop pretending.”
“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”
“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”
“We need to talk.”
“What more do you want from me?”
“You don’t care anymore, huh?”
“You liar!”
“You’re hurting me.”
#[ am in DESPERATE need of shorter threads ]#[ i am working on the others i promise i will not be a disappointment this time!! ]#vl;g
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he is murder and mayhem clothed in the whitest of robes, perfumed with the most fragrant of rose-scented colognes. he is madness in its most terrifying form, the kind that hides behind the guise of lovely perfection. he is abomination and death and blood and gore;
he is deceit and treachery and possession.
he is two sides of the same murderous c o i n.
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●○°winter intruder ○ op
[ ♡ ]---he stands in the middle of his rose garden, his umbrella a crimson dot against the blanket of pure white the snow makes over the greenery. in his hand was a vial, a crystalline droplet filled with a technicolor slush, bright pink in some angles, and aqua in some.
he breaks off the cap and pours a small amount unto a frozen rose, and valentine smiles when the ice melts off and the petals regain their deep red hue. his mixture is a success.
“bandersnatch saliva mixed with smoked caterpillar skin does the trick, apparently.” he discards the vial unto the snow, crushing it underfoot. he cradles the lively bloom with a gentle hand, his emerald hues gleaming with the remnants of victory. “mother is in for a treat.”
he begins to make his way back to the castle, quite excited to bring in the bigger batch of potion that will preserve his roses’ beauty all through the winter. but it seems as if destiny held bigger plans for his day, as he hears a rustle among the grass, too heavy to be a rabbit, and too rhythmic to be a pup.
footsteps.
“hello?” he calls, his hues scanning the nearby vicinity for a possible intruder. the gardens, after all, is not open when the snow begins to fall. “is anybody there?”
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●○°do all cats land on their teeny, tiny feet? ○ va
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[ ♡ ]---valentine wakes to a harsh prelude-of-winter breeze, and he finds it weird because he remembers closing the windows before retiring to bed the night before. he rouses slowly from slumber, pale hands pulling the duvet—immaculate!—up upon his naked form, all in an attempt to get warmer. he shivers and then he forces himself to be fully awake, peeking under the covers to see if anyone was to blame for the unwelcome cold.
a grey tail dangles by the windowsill. valentine smirks, knowingly.
“dear me, dear me.” he sing songs, slowly slinking out from under his thick sheets, fetching his rich, pure white robe from where it hangs and making a show of putting it on as he walks towards the opened window. “whatever—” his melodious baritone drips with sarcasm. “—do we have here?
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●○°red blossoms on white ○ ve
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[ ♡ ]---winter is never kind to roses, and this saddens the crown prince of hearts.
umbrella on hand—crimson, dotted with tiny golden hearts—valentine walks along his rose garden, his white suit blending in with the thin layer of snow that blankets the ground. he runs a delicate hand along the frozen petals of his lovely reds, and his face falls when one frozen bloom crumbles upon his light touch.
“pity.” he murmurs, emerald hues darkening as he looks at the glass-like fragments that litter the snowy ground. “something must be done to preserve this beauty.”
his visage fails to reflect his disappointment, but the shadowy tentacle that runs below ground in search for something to crush, something to squeeze the life out of, denotes otherwise. a white rabbit runs across the immaculate soil and the black thing shoots up and wraps around its tiny form, its wintry camouflage proving ineffective against the hidden abomination.
a few feet away, valentine cradles a frozen rose in his soft palms.
a few feet back, the tentacle begins to squeeze.
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