Aceline Iles Carnal // D3 [FIN]

[Name: Aceline Iles Carnal]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 16]
[District 3: Technology]

Born with a pair of chocolate eyes that could melt your soul, and hair so dark it could freeze it back into place. Spades was born an identical form, being equipped with hair blacker than the accidental keys forming halfway between the stainless white, pure keys. The same hair that threatened to overthrow their noses that had been formed crooked as if to fit Spades' name, since they had already began to sprout from their roots and form into a blackened field of wheat. Threads growing out of their scalps in order to form their own intricate web, lacing over down to their hazed-hazel pupils.

Aceline's hair however, managed to lace its very way down to the bend of her doll-figure arms. May it be, her and Spades' bends were farther away from the roots of darkened wires, as their pseudoplastic reflecting arms were stretched compared to the rest of young heavy dreamers. Stretched, as if to keep up with their long queen like fingers that could sprawl and slither their way around any staff they needed to rule their own Wonderland. Queen had matched her appearance well too, it matched her in the way that of harmony itself, in that of different pitches aligning in order to create a contrast better than that of it on its own. It matched due to the way her spindles of evergrowing brown locks flowed across her long body, creating its own harmony as it strikes along the keys on an eternal organ.

Queen did not match her in another way however, and neither did Ruler, Lord, Hierarchy or Goddess. Words of commands did not flow out of her mouth such as her hair flowed past her angelic chin, and threats of decapitation never crossed her mind unlike the form of her arms crossed. In fact, words never left scrimmage their way up her throat, like as she dreamed for. The doctors had a hobby of poisoning their family with four letter words, such as "Deaf", "Mute" and sometimes even "Dead." Her soldier of cards, however, drew up upon "Mute" instead of the others that plagued Spades and the other Carnal heritage. Nobody understood what "Mute" meant besides her, they excepted her to sporadically enter rooms with songs one day because she overcame her shyness. Shyness wasn't the form of her kidnaper however, it was not because she did not want to speak, but because she couldn't.

Shyness wasn't to be found anywhere in the key signatures encoded into her skin, nor in the time signature or anywhere in the staff itself. The staff held up her wonderland by itself. The music sheets flowed through her wonderland, unlike the words that never seemed to flow through her. Spades had never embraced music like she and Esrooke however, he lost his head in make believe adventures rather than make believe stories, based upon the DNA influenced by its very own key signatures. The DNA that danced through the vibrations of keys being stuck, like the very Aceline that danced imaginatively in her own world while she hummed along to the real ruler in her life. Music.

Losing herself seemed to be easier than need it be, memories managed to become unraveled unlike the roaring waves of hair that tucked inside of each other safely. Her path through Wonderland could easy detour away from the in season clef patch and towards the Cathedral of Arts and Law. Her brother had become lost in time, yet she had managed to only become lost. Ideas strung themselves together unlike the memories she forcibly attempted to recall. "Go buy Cinnamon Rolls." could easily transform into "No pie, burgundy strolls." It didn't seem to make sense to her but she followed what she thought she remembered, even though she was in need of desert for her nonbirthday rather than a walk through dying trees.

The concept of an individual birthday seemed odd to her, her and Spades' were tagged onto the same day, everytime, every year, yet Aceline and Esrooke never seemed to conjoin days of celebration. Twins came with different rules however, as Aceline and Spades were to share a womb, a birthday, a room and a household. Their interests even managed to be shared between the two of them. Adventure. Aceline didn't seek to become lost in Adventure such as her brother, but crawling into boxes or shelves and telling saying stories of their missing father deemed more fun than sitting and staring.

At the age of 10, Spades' received his own 4 letter word- "Deaf", just as Aceline had received "Mute" and her father had received "Dead." Esrooke had been given his own mask too "Work" and their Mother accepted her own veil, "Sick." The music that swarmed through the rooms daily and marched Aceline with humming and harmony continued to die down. Esrooke's long and nimble fingers found keys less and less, while the rhythmic ticking and beeps of clocks in progress lightly filled the air around them, entering the ears of the four of them around, minus Spades.

Their hierarchy's ground was slipping from underneath their very feet, as their only mother's mask transformed from "Sick" to "Dead." Spades' head was steadily finding its way deeper into maps and adventures as Aceline's own led her back in her traces in Wonderland to piano. Even as Esrooke was gone by times at a time either creating clocks or selling treats at a minimal paying store on the corner of two lonely streets, Aceline's fingers wrapped itself around each key that longed for their original owner's attention; Their longing was left unattended to however, even as Spades' left their falling kingdom in the dust.