DUUUUDE. Guess what? I have returned with MORE CRACK PAIRINGS (/relationship exploring that is ambiguous/sick and twistness) for Pandora Hearts. Well. Some of these are more canon(/ish) then others…but sometimes canon(/ish) is okay… CrazyPersonWriting requested the OzxEcho… and someone else wanted me to play with BreakxLotti… but I forgot who… and I am sorry. D: Anywhoo. This is a kind of continuation to "Collected Memories" so 100 words for each passage excluding the titles. Comments/suggestions are made of win. And you like winning, right? xDD Sure you do!
Disclaimer: The creation of PH required a brain that— unfortunately— was not mine.
"like green feather ornaments" —Echo/Oz
There is a ticking. Tick. Ticking.
(tick) It rattles me. Makes me forget. Master Vincent tells me that it is just the death clock inside everyone. Bidding it's time to steal me and return me to the earth.
(THAT ticking) …why can't I remember anything?
(ticking) Master Oz made me forget about how much Master Vincent annoys me. Master Oz treats me like a real gentleman. Master Oz is odd though… he makes my face turn red…
(it WON'T stop) He gives me gifts and lets me see fireworks. Why does it— he— have to go away?
(that DAMNED ticking…)
"like your version of Hell" —Sharon/WilloftheAbyss
"Oh no, oh noooo~ I think we caught a rat in our house…" Sharon stared in disbelief, bleeding from the forehead where her head impacted the tile floor, as a pale girl with colorless hair giggled at her.
"A rat! A rat!" The dolls chimed back, their painted grins spreading to reveal jagged, yellow teeth.
She giggled again behind her blue-ribboned hands, crouching down beside the fallen girl and sweeping a finger across Sharon's red-coated brow. "Do you have an invitation to our tea party? I don't think you doooo~" The Abyss licked her fingertip with relish, staining her teeth.
"like praying" —Raven/Zai
He closes his gold eyes, curling his fists to his sweaty hair, and fights back the urge to release himself to pleasure. Raven pretends that it is his Young Master who runs his lips possessively down his scarred chest, making him moan and plead—instead of a wrinkled and broken visage of a grown man hovering naked over him—it is Oz smiling with his teasing emerald eyes (not aged, not hateful), and flushing brilliantly as he watches in fascination with his servant panting on his back, his small hands (not calloused, not dirty, not Master's) wrapped around Raven's manhood.
"like a trip down memory lane" —Jack/Glen/Lacie
She kissed his leather-covered knuckles, her heavy hair tickling his face. "I love you, Glen." She laid out on his left, on her stomach and kicking her bare feet in the air. Jack spread out on Glen's right in the same position and grinning cheekily up at her.
"Do you love me too, Lacie dearest?" He winked slyly, causing Glen to grunt vexed. She giggled, pretending to roll her violet eyes. "Well, I think it only fair to inform you that I love Glen too." The blonde man snatched up the other hand, smacking his mouth sloppily against Glen's knuckles.
"like addiction" —Gilbert/Zwei
When the invisible, creeping strings wrapped around his arms and legs and chest—the world grew lighter, fuzzier, and the constant weight of his shoulders drifted sweetly into nothingness.
Even if it was a beguiling illusion— he could still remember the feel and shape of Oz's ear against his darting tongue, how his best friend cried out when the dagger pierced his shoulder, and when Oz's hands shoving against his half exposed chest as the younger struggled desperately against his possessed body— it had numbed him to his suffering mind.
"Oh, I do like this body~" His lips moved, curling.
"like a metaphor" —Vincent/Jack
You were all soft hands and soft smiles, with soft yellow hair fanning your cheeks, and with soft feelings that accompanied the others when your name blossoms between their lips. With such softness, you placed the pair of long, brass scissors in my child hands.
"Show those people that you are different. Create something with your hands, Vincent."
Your name blossomed like sparrow blood, sliding off the green edges of leaves, off the edges of my scissors as the feathered, crumpled creature shivered on the grass.
Your soft green eyes darkened at the glaring red stains on my clean nightgown.
"like a clinging taste" —Glen/Oz
He wears the saddest expression on his face when his hooded, midnight eyes lock on Oz. His dark, puckered gloves tousle the boy's hair gently, combing his golden bangs away from his face. The boy smells like Jack. Disquietingly like lavender oil. "Look at me." He growls at Oz in his dark red, wool cloak and freezes wide-eyed at the unfamiliar touch. Glen pinches his jaw painfully as his rapacious mouth overtakes him, pushing his slickened tongue past Oz's still lips. Gods. He even tastes like Jack. After a heart stopping moment, Oz Bezarius faints dead away in his arms.
"like lectures" —Alice/Ada
On appearance, she seems too fragile to oppose anyone physically, too human. Her arms are too skinny. Her olive green eyes are too big, too innocent, too trusting. But it was a deceitful, deceitful mask. Alice only wished she had been warned properly.
She cradled her stinging left cheek, unnerved as the little girl exploded furiously at her, tears streaming fast from her too big eyes. "Do you not have anything PLEASANT to say about anyone?!"
"…h-how dare you!" was all the Chain could manage to mumble.
Ada sniffed pitifully (and rather… cutely— Alice's psyche slapped her double for that).
"Like failing at control" —Break/Lotti
He cups her breasts, signaling a surprisingly strong throb of arousal to clench between her legs.
"Do you think by wearing bodices more revealing that Glen Baskerville will notice you?" No.
"Do you think by accomplishing your mission of releasing his soul that he will love you in return?" No.
He presses her further against the canyon wall, his auburn-colored eye narrowing with overindulgence for this moment—with her cloud-candy eyes glossing over with confusion and undeniable lust, and her voluptuous body undulating against the heat of gloved fingers poking through her leotard.
"Do you think that I should stop?"