In which an artist falls for an inventor.
Started 3\14\22. Ended 3\1\23 (still continuing)
Or in which an artist finds the most intricate and extravagant piece of art in a girl. AU
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sometimes, life feels like some dismal story presented as entertainment by some cruel and invisible author. it isn't a pleasant way to feel but what choice do you have?
ALL OF THE children gathered behind the boulder, scarcely large enough to hide them. The man with a beard but no hair and the woman with hair but no beard had left them.
Sofia held up a finger and wiggled it, gesturing one of them to come close to her. Klaus knitted his eyebrows together, before looking at his surroundings trying to see if the villains were there. Upon seeing no one, he crawled closer to her.
"They are planning to make more orphans, they want to take more fortunes," said Sofia, her voice barely louder than a whisper and Klaus paled, as he adjusted his glasses.
"Where are Katherine and Katerina?" whispered Ophelia with a frown line on her forehead and Sofia shifted her gaze.
"They are hiding here, somewhere," replied Sofia, her chocolate-brown eyes scanning the area.
"Oh, dreadlocks! I thought of some more demeaning tasks for you to perform." said a woman, who looked sickly pale, wrinkles adorning her face with glasses. She looked scary really.
Klaus and Ophelia ducked quickly, their breaths almost getting caught in their throat. Both heaved a sigh of relief, as the white-faced woman zoomed her evil eyes on Sofia. A man with a beard but no hair, and a woman with hair but no beard appeared beside her.
"What are we supposed to do now?" questioned Angelina, wrapping her arms around herself.
"We have to free Sofia," stressed Violet.
"We need a plan of action," said Quigley calmy, his brown eyes gleaming.
"We have a job for you." The woman with hair but no beard said pointing a sharp walking stick at the white-faced woman. The woman swallowed. "There's a camp in the woods. There you will find a tarp. Bring it here and lay it over the road."
The woman nodded, rushing off without as much of a blink.
"A tarp?" Quigley narrowed his eyes. "Could they be hiding something there?"
"Sofia had told us that they planned to make more orphans and fortunes," informed Ophelia grimly, her mouth set in a thin line.
"Who could it be?" wondered Klaus, looking up at the sky.
"Think, who's here hiking on Mountain Fraught?" asked Quigley, his brows knitting together. His brown eyes gleamed with a realisation, Ophelia could figuratively see a light bulb glow over his head, his eyes as wide as saucers in horror.
Violet looked at Quigley, frozen like a statue as the same realisation came to her. Ophelia looked between the two in confusion, her eyebrows knitting as a divot appeared between them.
