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 Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 1:02 pm
║▌▌█ T h e END↳xxxxxBy private invitation.↳xxxxxRequirements have been met, the prompts will be posted publicly once this chapter is over.↳xxxxxThe Concept of Love may post here, as many times as necessary, to respond on behalf of Malo, Andreas and Firefly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 6:52 pm
Malo trembled but remained unmoving as the figure came closer, floating and waiting for them to approach. As they came, he took a deep, chilling, smell-free breath of air. But it was no longer his smell. He was a passenger, along for the ride, his body not his own.
When he glanced up again, the red queen sat before him. He tried to bend his knees into a bow, tried to speak to her, but he was mute, his body trembling. He felt ill-eased, blushing and wonderful all at once, but he could sense sinister tones emitting from this body.
He saw her sorrowful features, almost child-like, and his heart was warmed. He stepped towards her, following her hand. At this point, he paused. Her lips were right there. The world sort of flashed around him.
And then he dove for her. He almost screamed at himself to stop, but he went away, like a savage beast, his lips on her's, pulling at the life energy he could feel but not taste. His hands dug into her, fearing she may put up a fight, but none came. He continued to dig, deeper and deeper with his nails, finally spurting through her skin and coating his hands in blood. And the slurping of energy wasn't stopping. He had never drank this much.
When he was done, pulling off, he fell back on his hands and just stared at her body.
Then, another set of footsteps and a great warmth overtook his body. He wished to push it away, but couldn't bring himself to. A passenger on the roller coaster, he just let her take him where she wished and did as she said, like a wild dog that had been tamed to the mindset of a housepet. He followed. He sat. He listened, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Until she mentioned death. His head shot up and he glared at her. "Death? Death is an IMPOSSIBILITY! Death..." He gave a sharp snarl at her and stood up, the flame in his chest burning brightly. "Death would never claim her." He stared at the woman and quieted, sitting back down.
"So...what happens now?" He asked in a much quieter voice.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:01 pm
Andreas ran until something returned to view. But there was something greater than flowers here: a great table lay before him. He knew this place. He knew this place very well and he had been here many times. There was HIS setting, with his teacup and cookies and his molotov of pills in a tiny bottle. He sat for a time, sipping his tea. It was an amazing flavour: like all his favourites blended into one.
And then he noticed the man. He had been there the entire time and Andreas accepted that they had been having a lovely conversation, the Cinccino never questioning a thing.
But then the man who had loved him and cared for him was turning blue, holding his chest. Andreas squealed and tried to run to his side, but the table was stretching, yet never moving, keeping his setting next to him no matter how far he ran.
And he felt his little heart explode as his father died. He couldn't even fathom what he had done. "NO! NO, PLEASE! FATHER! FATHER, COME BACK!" And only then was he allowed to reach the body, grabbing his shoulders and burying his face.
He felt someone grab him and he turned, his body old but his mind trapped as a child. He felt an overwhelming comfort and buried his face into the ruffles of her clothes, returning the hug and shaking. "I didn't do it!" He sobbed, looking back as he was lead into warmth and light.
Even as he sat, he sobbed, into his knees. He didn't do it! His ears remained perked but he only lifted his head at the name.
"Th-th- The Hatter?" A memory, flickered into his brain. A very old memory, marred by sleeping spells and other calming drugs. He only remembered one thing: his tail swishing crumbs off a chest. And....another...where that same tail was cluttered with cobwebs and someone yelling at him.
"The hatter..." he repeated, looking at her. "...is he dead?"
It was an odd question but it burned more than his own father's death.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:38 pm
There was more than blood in Firefly's hand. The gun, its tip still smoking, demanded to be reloaded. Firefly pulled the cocking shaft and heard the satisfying 'c***k-chuank', but then his eyes found the target and the gun wordlessly dropped from his hands.
He shivered, walking towards his father, the blood spewing off him coating the floor. As he tried to comprehend what he had done and why he had done it, the vision danced and a voice spoke to him.
He's not have killed Pablo. The only man he ever truly loved and respected and feared all at once. He'd not do it.
And so, his fear melted away, Alice appearing to him as she had done to all the others. His mouth moved gently and he let her hug him, feeling great relief. He hadn't killed his father and the hug somehow assured him of it.
He went with her willingly, not looking back at a false memory, snuggling into one of the pillows. "A theme park, useless in every sense, being turned into a palace of justice and execution? Meh, that's not too bad." He didn't exactly think he'd attend such a thing, but it wasn't a terrible thought. He'd laugh at the execution of every bully who'd ever picked on him.
"I really don't think that's such a problem." Firefly said honestly. "The hatter doesn't deserve to be punished for anything." He blushed, fawning a touch over pictures he'd seen of Eian.
He did however, pause, glancing to Alice once more. "If you love us that much than where have you been this whole time?"
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