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ladynorbertTitle: Behind These Walls
Game: Halfway House
Characters: The Cheshire Cat and Princess Alice, with mentions of Queen Redd and Jabberwocky
Prompt: Twinkle little trinkets of copper and cork
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blcksunaphelion and her wonderful sense of the absurd. She owns Alice; I own the Queen and the Cat. The Jabberwock, who appears only by mention, is owned by blaze_rocket.
Enter the feline, from out of thin air.
Immediately he frowned. His Princess was sitting in ball-form, knees hugged to her chest, rocking back and forth and staring at the wall. And singing.
"Twinkle twinkle, little bat...how I wonder what you're at. Twinkle twinkle, little frog...sink or swim in slimy bog. Twinkle twinkle, long-legged stork...twinkle, trinkets of copper and cork." She looked down at that, to where her 'toys' -- disguised weapons -- sat unused on the floor.
"Princess."
"Alice isn't home right now; please leave a message after the beep."
"Princess."
She started singing again, after a fashion. "Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I've been to the palace, to see the Queen. Pussycat, pussycat, what did you there? I hid from the Jabberwock under her chair."
He marched over and 'banged' lightly into her with his head. "One, two, buckle my shoe."
"Cats don't wear shoes."
"One, two, three O'Leary."
Alice unfolded herself, sitting a bit more comfortably. She seized the Cat and pulled him into her lap, clutching him like he was life itself. He paid it no mind, even if it did hurt a bit. She was his princess; all else was secondary, even to his addled brain.
As a very wise person once observed, cats will choose whom they love.
Game: Halfway House
Characters: The Cheshire Cat and Princess Alice, with mentions of Queen Redd and Jabberwocky
Prompt: Twinkle little trinkets of copper and cork
Author's Notes: For
blcksunaphelion and her wonderful sense of the absurd. She owns Alice; I own the Queen and the Cat. The Jabberwock, who appears only by mention, is owned by blaze_rocket.Enter the feline, from out of thin air.
Immediately he frowned. His Princess was sitting in ball-form, knees hugged to her chest, rocking back and forth and staring at the wall. And singing.
"Twinkle twinkle, little bat...how I wonder what you're at. Twinkle twinkle, little frog...sink or swim in slimy bog. Twinkle twinkle, long-legged stork...twinkle, trinkets of copper and cork." She looked down at that, to where her 'toys' -- disguised weapons -- sat unused on the floor.
"Princess."
"Alice isn't home right now; please leave a message after the beep."
"Princess."
She started singing again, after a fashion. "Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I've been to the palace, to see the Queen. Pussycat, pussycat, what did you there? I hid from the Jabberwock under her chair."
He marched over and 'banged' lightly into her with his head. "One, two, buckle my shoe."
"Cats don't wear shoes."
"One, two, three O'Leary."
Alice unfolded herself, sitting a bit more comfortably. She seized the Cat and pulled him into her lap, clutching him like he was life itself. He paid it no mind, even if it did hurt a bit. She was his princess; all else was secondary, even to his addled brain.
As a very wise person once observed, cats will choose whom they love.
