『◆; υѕυαl locαlιтy』

kannonai:

   ⇢║▌✖ GLITCH }    Familiarity comes in form of spacious room and copious locks, light streaming in from window of thick glass and bolted frame. It is confinement, far from abnormal and yet still are shivers sent down spine every so often with the ticking of clock located on far side of where frame is currently situated. Back lays flat against door that will fail to open by anything but key belonging to housemaid that is likely on far end of castle, optics staring blankly upon extremities that tremble in slight, counting minutes and reciting numerical equations within psyche to distract self from knowledge of freedom, tangible if one could but gain access to keyholes well out of reach.

        From down hallway does he hear footsteps, lofty and taken in far too delicate of stride to belong to younger sibling; question comes to mind as to whom is frolicking about corridors though he has not long to ponder. Woman’s voice reaches ears, foreign and thus counted as perhaps one from other kingdom, come to commence trade with their own. Jovial tone is nails upon chalkboard and he is quiet in his response—perhaps she may not even hear him. 

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        ❝—Can’t you see the locks?❞ They are meant to keep boy in—not others out.

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          Though muffled do foreign vocals prove able in breaching timber, spare taken aback slightly while allowing mentality a moment to ponder. He’s unwilling, she assumes–yet her own ambition does not allow acceptance of his response.

      ❝Sure I do.

                    But you can unlock ‘em, can’t you?

Assumptions must be consistent, as mind is only able to wrap about the idea that he who lies beyond door’s barriers must be lonely. Perhaps he’s even a tad bit shy, though regardless of the reason has spare brought it upon herself to urge him in joining those business affairs which occur within castle’s barriers. In the off chance that he merely finds professionalism as life sapping as she does she plan to invite him in exploration of the halls; companionship is bound to develop even the dullest of events into some form of excitement, after all.

March  16   ( 13 )
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