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the devil having fun
Title: the devil having fun
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Alice Mare
Character(s): Cheshire Cat, Dialo, Chelan, Ater, Arbus
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 840
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Why is a pie being baked for him? It’s not even a meat pie.
Notes: My Cheshire Cat voice isn't very good. Except Rosh says it's fine.
There are Worlds, and there are worlds, and the Cheshire Cat is well aware of the difference between the two. This is a lowercase world, albeit a very strange one.
For instance, when he arrived here he had been somewhat lost, lost enough that it apparently showed on what was visible of his face. A young girl had noticed his confusion, and without so much as a by-your-leave had grabbed his hand and dragged him to a village full of cute, cozy houses.
That was how he ended up in this house, waiting for a demon and an angel to finish preparing him some apple pie. There are so many things wrong with that preceding sentence that he doesn’t know where to begin: for one thing, there should be no difference between demons and angels, only in humans’ perceptions of them. Yet the girl with the white wings smells different from the girl with the horns, wings, and tail. Equally delicious, of course, but different.
That’s another thing. He eats souls. Any demon should know that demons eat souls. Why is a pie being baked for him? It’s not even a meat pie.
“All done,” the demon announces, and carries the pie to the table. After slicing it up and putting one slice on a plate in front of him, she waits, expectantly.
The Cheshire Cat looks between her, his fork and knife, and the pie. “I don’t eat apple pie, or any kind of pie. Didn’t I say so earl- mmph?!”
The angel has taken advantage of his open mouth and just stuck a piece of pie in there with his fork. It’s choke or chew, and he decides to chew.
...It tastes really good. Not on the level of childrens’ souls, but close.
He swallows, licks his lips, and grins again. “Well! I can make an exception now and again.”
The Cheshire Cat has absolutely no table manners, and he knows that. He doesn’t usually dine with other demons anyway, unless it’s the White Rabbit, and they usually snipe at each other over meals without caring a whit for manners.
The demon waits for him to be done devouring her pie, looking annoyed the entire time. “Now that you aren’t stuffing your mouth, what’s your name? I’m Dialo, and this is Chelan.”
Chelan smiles and gives a small wave.
“Me? No name at all, call me whatever you like.” It’s bizarre for a demon to ask another demon’s name. Which leads to another thought… that pie was delicious, but he’s not quite full yet, and these two smell tasty. Normally he couldn’t eat another demon, too full of disgusting knowledge, but they’re innocent enough to drag a total stranger into their home and feed him.
Dialo raises her eyebrows. “Is that so? Hm. What brings you here, stranger?”
“Nothing in particular! My stomach was rumbling and I’d quite used up the local population of food,” he says. “Or is that ‘supply’?”
Chelan tilts her head a little as Dialo says, “They’re about the same meaning. ‘Population’’s mostly for animals and people.”
“Ah, yes, people, that’s exactly what I meant.”
“...Excuse us for a minute.” Dialo tugs on Chelan’s arm and pulls her out the door.
Naturally, he follows, only to spy them sitting in a tree, out of his reach. His grin doesn’t fade even though he’s a bit put out. “It’s rude to ignore a guest, you know.”
“It won’t take long.” Dialo speaks into her hand for a minute, something he can’t make out clearly, before raising her voice again. “There’s no problem talking to us from here, is there? We already fed you.”
“Pie isn’t an entire meal for anyone, is it? It’s even more rude to tease someone with the beginnings of a good meal and not deliver on the rest,” he says. They continue to stay firmly in the tree, and he’s just about to give up and look elsewhere when-
“Oh, look, Arbus, it’s the demon we were told about.”
“That it is, Ater. Should we say hello to him?”
Two other cat demons appear behind him. They don’t smell nearly as delicious as these two, so they must be far older.
He turns to them and smiles wider, ignoring the other two for now. “Now, what do I owe the pleasure to, hmm?”
Ater asks, “Dialo said she was feeling threatened. Do you think that’s enough?”
“That’s enough, I think,” says Arbus. “If not, we’ll apologize to Lord Kcalb later. After all, it’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.”
Ater’s face lights up. “You’re right as always, Arbus!”
The two of them summon spears to their hands, and the Cheshire Cat quickly decides he would rather not get into this fight over some food that isn’t even human and isn’t even in despair. He isn’t a fighter to begin with.
The Rabbit’s going to mock him later for fleeing so quickly. He can already hear his annoying voice in his head… He should have just taken the pie and left.
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Alice Mare
Character(s): Cheshire Cat, Dialo, Chelan, Ater, Arbus
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 840
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Why is a pie being baked for him? It’s not even a meat pie.
Notes: My Cheshire Cat voice isn't very good. Except Rosh says it's fine.
There are Worlds, and there are worlds, and the Cheshire Cat is well aware of the difference between the two. This is a lowercase world, albeit a very strange one.
For instance, when he arrived here he had been somewhat lost, lost enough that it apparently showed on what was visible of his face. A young girl had noticed his confusion, and without so much as a by-your-leave had grabbed his hand and dragged him to a village full of cute, cozy houses.
That was how he ended up in this house, waiting for a demon and an angel to finish preparing him some apple pie. There are so many things wrong with that preceding sentence that he doesn’t know where to begin: for one thing, there should be no difference between demons and angels, only in humans’ perceptions of them. Yet the girl with the white wings smells different from the girl with the horns, wings, and tail. Equally delicious, of course, but different.
That’s another thing. He eats souls. Any demon should know that demons eat souls. Why is a pie being baked for him? It’s not even a meat pie.
“All done,” the demon announces, and carries the pie to the table. After slicing it up and putting one slice on a plate in front of him, she waits, expectantly.
The Cheshire Cat looks between her, his fork and knife, and the pie. “I don’t eat apple pie, or any kind of pie. Didn’t I say so earl- mmph?!”
The angel has taken advantage of his open mouth and just stuck a piece of pie in there with his fork. It’s choke or chew, and he decides to chew.
...It tastes really good. Not on the level of childrens’ souls, but close.
He swallows, licks his lips, and grins again. “Well! I can make an exception now and again.”
The Cheshire Cat has absolutely no table manners, and he knows that. He doesn’t usually dine with other demons anyway, unless it’s the White Rabbit, and they usually snipe at each other over meals without caring a whit for manners.
The demon waits for him to be done devouring her pie, looking annoyed the entire time. “Now that you aren’t stuffing your mouth, what’s your name? I’m Dialo, and this is Chelan.”
Chelan smiles and gives a small wave.
“Me? No name at all, call me whatever you like.” It’s bizarre for a demon to ask another demon’s name. Which leads to another thought… that pie was delicious, but he’s not quite full yet, and these two smell tasty. Normally he couldn’t eat another demon, too full of disgusting knowledge, but they’re innocent enough to drag a total stranger into their home and feed him.
Dialo raises her eyebrows. “Is that so? Hm. What brings you here, stranger?”
“Nothing in particular! My stomach was rumbling and I’d quite used up the local population of food,” he says. “Or is that ‘supply’?”
Chelan tilts her head a little as Dialo says, “They’re about the same meaning. ‘Population’’s mostly for animals and people.”
“Ah, yes, people, that’s exactly what I meant.”
“...Excuse us for a minute.” Dialo tugs on Chelan’s arm and pulls her out the door.
Naturally, he follows, only to spy them sitting in a tree, out of his reach. His grin doesn’t fade even though he’s a bit put out. “It’s rude to ignore a guest, you know.”
“It won’t take long.” Dialo speaks into her hand for a minute, something he can’t make out clearly, before raising her voice again. “There’s no problem talking to us from here, is there? We already fed you.”
“Pie isn’t an entire meal for anyone, is it? It’s even more rude to tease someone with the beginnings of a good meal and not deliver on the rest,” he says. They continue to stay firmly in the tree, and he’s just about to give up and look elsewhere when-
“Oh, look, Arbus, it’s the demon we were told about.”
“That it is, Ater. Should we say hello to him?”
Two other cat demons appear behind him. They don’t smell nearly as delicious as these two, so they must be far older.
He turns to them and smiles wider, ignoring the other two for now. “Now, what do I owe the pleasure to, hmm?”
Ater asks, “Dialo said she was feeling threatened. Do you think that’s enough?”
“That’s enough, I think,” says Arbus. “If not, we’ll apologize to Lord Kcalb later. After all, it’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.”
Ater’s face lights up. “You’re right as always, Arbus!”
The two of them summon spears to their hands, and the Cheshire Cat quickly decides he would rather not get into this fight over some food that isn’t even human and isn’t even in despair. He isn’t a fighter to begin with.
The Rabbit’s going to mock him later for fleeing so quickly. He can already hear his annoying voice in his head… He should have just taken the pie and left.