⌘ Prompt

Malcolm was anxious when it came to his attire for the ball, of course he was- he wanted to participate without being identified, and he could only do so much to hide his identity without being entirely covered in cloth, which wasn't exactly an acceptable form of attire for the masquerade. Well, he was smart enough to figure something out. Even if he wasn't versed in clothing and fashion, he knew enough from the research he did for some of his stories. Surely that would translate just as well...

This was astronomically far from a setting he wanted to be in. Normally Lennox sat out this whole masquerade business and stuck to the cosprouts at the ranch - where he wished he was right now - but when that timid letter arrived, he knew he had no other choice.So he stayed close to the doorway and hoped his demeanor would ward off other cossetlings while he waited for Malcolm. Fortunately, his scowl was visible even under his lamba-inspired mask. Though his arms were crossed, he could ...

The Starlit Masquerade is rapidly approaching and Malcolm is locked up in his secluded cottage with the blinds tightly closed. Not a peep nor sliver of the main office can be seen, in nor out. Francis pranced around, following Malcolm frenetic energy as he steps between his bookshelves, tracing the spines for anything that could help him at all. Francis stood on top of a stack of books and nearly toppled it as he lept off to continue the tour of the room. Malcol...

The gift-giving tradition of Saturnalia was one of her favorites. She loved getting (nice) gifts, of course, but she also loved shopping for her loved ones. It wasn’t without its hangups, though. Coco. So difficult to shop for! Whitlea had pondered over what to get her the entire walk to the shops. Now that she was there, she wasn’t much closer to an answer. The only thing left to do? Browse. Shop around for something that said Cosette to her. Cosette, though, had a...

The winter air nipped at the lungs of any who breathed it. Cold and sharp, a harsh sensation that (despite winter’s reputation for being the world at rest) woke up most who experienced it. In some ways it was invigorating, but more than anything, it was frustrating. In autumn, all the walls had been checked and reinforced where needed. Now, with winter in full swing, Lennox had to make sure they were resisting the much harsher chill. His ear flicked as a snowflake landed on it. He pa...

Rolling, golden fields of wheat as far as the eye can see had enchanted Cosette. She had wanted to see the surrounding area, and decided to treat herself with a quaint little stroll. The fields were just on the outskirts of the town she’d been in. She’d seen them from the train, and had been enamored.So there she was. Watching the golden waves bend so easily as the wind rolled through. In between gusts, they rose back to their proud posture.There was probably a metaphor in the...

Winter was drawing nearer, marking the upcoming end of autumn. Even so, there were still a variety of late bloomers and exceptionally large crops that needed to be harvested before their progress was ruined by a freeze. With her eyes to the gray sky, Whitlea sighed a puff of smoke, trying to gauge how risky the upcoming conditions would be. She’d already gotten a lot done that day. The last of the apples, pomegranates, and other colder-weather fruit had all been collected from the tr...

Trotting off the stone path and into the woods properly, Cosette kept her eyes glued to the ground. Another passenger on her most recent train ride had given her a marvelous idea for a seasonal souvenir. A little something to marvel over once winter had taken over autumn in earnest. They’d struck up a conversation with her after seeing her various knickknacks that she’d been sorting through. She’d had no problem rambling on about her latest additions to her collection, which had s...