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the devil having fun: an act of stealth
Title: the devil having fun: an act of stealth
Fandom: Alice Mare, The Gray Garden
Character(s): Cheshire Cat, White Rabbit, Grora, Wodahs, Etihw
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Hurt/Comfort??
Word Count: 1,190
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Grora completes her mission.
Notes: This should be it?
“I was hungry, and there were children.” The Cheshire Cat’s fur rose in his annoyance. Defending himself was something he hated having to do. “How could I have resisted?”
The White Rabbit merely stared back at him impassively, from his usual spot. “You had just devoured an entire pie. How hungry could you have been?”
“The pie was delicious,” said the Cheshire Cat, grinning again, “but you and I both know that it’s not real food. It doesn’t fill my stomach as much as more delectable treats.”
Sighing, the White Rabbit replied, “As long as nothing comes of it, I suppose I don’t care whether you were foiled by a tall tree and chased off by cats. The humiliation is all yours.”
The Cheshire Cat let out a ‘hmmph’ and looked around. He’d felt somebody enter their domain a few moments ago, but he hadn’t been expecting any of the Alices to join them quite so soon… He had better go and greet them.
Would it be the teacher? He was certainly foolish enough to come back a second time, but not very tasty, aged past his prime. Well, he would make do with what he could-
“Oh, what do we have here? That sure looks like the cat demon I’m looking for.”
He came to a halt. The woman across the hallway from him resembled an ‘angel’ in appearance, and was no demon that he recognized.
She smirked. “You wouldn’t be the demon who nearly tried to eat two of the kids in my world the other day, would you?” she asked, already drawing her sword.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” he answered, keeping his tone flippant. “You certainly are a violent type, aren’t you?”
“Nah, I’m not. A violent type would kill you. I’m just planning to beat you senseless ‘til you swear never to come back to our world, okay?” she asked.
This was not a good situation for him. He could run as well as any other demon, but he was no fighter: being able to overpower human children didn’t say much. If he just promised to leave that world alone now-
-then he would never be able to live with himself, being so easily intimidated. Running was a better option.
So the moment the woman started toward him, he disappeared down the hallway, not even bothering to call out to the White Rabbit as he passed him. Let him fend for himself.
The angel was fast on his heels, and the only way he’d be able to lose her would be by heading into one of the Alice’s worlds. He could hide out there as long as he had to.
He headed toward the first door he saw, picking randomly, and tried to open it-
The door was locked. He had stolen the keys himself, and he’d already strewn the keys about inside other Alice’s worlds in preparation for an Alice visiting.
Sometimes he really hated planning ahead, he thought, as he was stabbed from behind.
“...Rather unsportsmanlike,” he said as she removed her sword. He turned to face her and her annoying grin.
“You eat children, don’t lecture me about sportsmanship,” she answered. “Any time you want to give up-”
There was one trick he still had up his sleeve. At this moment it would probably do him no good, but out of spite, he would still take it from her before he had to give in.
He lunged and grabbed, and pulled hard before her XXXX came away.
She stopped, blade still pointed towards him but expression now bewildered. “What did you just do? Hey, what did you just do?!”
He held his hands up. “Nothing of importance. See, are any of your possessions missing?”
“I don’t see anything wrong, but...” She scowled. “You must have taken something.”
“Well, if you can tell me what it is, then I’ll be sure to give it back. But I’m afraid you won’t find it again if you kill me.” Stealing XXXX didn’t work that way. “And if I can’t return it to you by visiting your world again, then you won’t ever be able to get it back at all.”
She only thought for a moment. “Swear to me that you won’t come back, and I won’t come back here either.”
He tilted his head. “You don’t want-?”
“It can’t be as important as keeping my world safe. Swear.” She jabbed her sword at him for emphasis.
“Very well. I swear, I won’t return to your world, ever again. Satisfied?” he asked.
She nodded, and withdrew a small white stone from her pocket before disappearing from sight.
...He could hear the White Rabbit’s mocking laughter from here.
Grora had been relatively satisfied with her mission success. She was still nagged by the idea that he had taken something, even if she had no idea what it was. Something that was important…
Yosafire and Froze were in the castle to bring Etihw and Kcalb dessert again, and Wodahs was staring at them from nearby, somewhat grumpy. He always was that way when other people’s food was delivered, no matter what the quality.
“Lighten up, head angel,” she said, deciding to dismiss her worries from her mind. “Every time they come over it depresses you. Why not focus on the positives?”
“What positives?” he asked, dully
“Well, they’re pretty cute and all,” she replied with a smile. “Them and their XXXX.”
He stared at her as the word she was trying to say failed to leave her mouth; her lips moved but no sound came out.
“I mean their XXXX. XXXX!” She knew what she meant, she just couldn’t say it. “What’s wrong with me?”
Wodahs’ frown worsened slightly. “Come with me.”
She followed him to the nearest office, where he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She tried to write it out: XXXX. “Still nothing. Is this what that demon stole from me?”
“Is it that important?” he asked.
“It’s seriously important! If he took more than just the word, it’s- it’s really-!”
“Now, what are you making a such fuss about?” Etihw asked, floating into the room. “We heard you yelling.”
“I’m missing XXXX,” said Grora. “I don’t know how to say it, and I’ve tried other words for it. What you have with Sir Devil, Yosafire and Froze-”
“XXXX,” said Wodahs. She didn’t understand what he said, but Etihw obviously did, and their eyes widened.
“That’s some thievery, alright. And this is the demon who’s sworn not to come back, and you’ve sworn not to go back to his world?” they asked. Grora nodded. “Hm… That’s a sticky situation…”
Then they tugged Grora into a hug. “The thing about XXXX is it’s not something you make for yourself,” they said. “If you’ve lost all your XXXX, then we’ll give you more of it. Even if you can’t give it to us back, we’ll understand.”
Grora hugged them back tightly, then let go, and they stepped away. There was a small silence, before Etihw looked to Wodahs.
“...I’m not going to hug her,” he said.
“Not even a little?” they asked. “Darn.”
Fandom: Alice Mare, The Gray Garden
Character(s): Cheshire Cat, White Rabbit, Grora, Wodahs, Etihw
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Hurt/Comfort??
Word Count: 1,190
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Grora completes her mission.
Notes: This should be it?
“I was hungry, and there were children.” The Cheshire Cat’s fur rose in his annoyance. Defending himself was something he hated having to do. “How could I have resisted?”
The White Rabbit merely stared back at him impassively, from his usual spot. “You had just devoured an entire pie. How hungry could you have been?”
“The pie was delicious,” said the Cheshire Cat, grinning again, “but you and I both know that it’s not real food. It doesn’t fill my stomach as much as more delectable treats.”
Sighing, the White Rabbit replied, “As long as nothing comes of it, I suppose I don’t care whether you were foiled by a tall tree and chased off by cats. The humiliation is all yours.”
The Cheshire Cat let out a ‘hmmph’ and looked around. He’d felt somebody enter their domain a few moments ago, but he hadn’t been expecting any of the Alices to join them quite so soon… He had better go and greet them.
Would it be the teacher? He was certainly foolish enough to come back a second time, but not very tasty, aged past his prime. Well, he would make do with what he could-
“Oh, what do we have here? That sure looks like the cat demon I’m looking for.”
He came to a halt. The woman across the hallway from him resembled an ‘angel’ in appearance, and was no demon that he recognized.
She smirked. “You wouldn’t be the demon who nearly tried to eat two of the kids in my world the other day, would you?” she asked, already drawing her sword.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” he answered, keeping his tone flippant. “You certainly are a violent type, aren’t you?”
“Nah, I’m not. A violent type would kill you. I’m just planning to beat you senseless ‘til you swear never to come back to our world, okay?” she asked.
This was not a good situation for him. He could run as well as any other demon, but he was no fighter: being able to overpower human children didn’t say much. If he just promised to leave that world alone now-
-then he would never be able to live with himself, being so easily intimidated. Running was a better option.
So the moment the woman started toward him, he disappeared down the hallway, not even bothering to call out to the White Rabbit as he passed him. Let him fend for himself.
The angel was fast on his heels, and the only way he’d be able to lose her would be by heading into one of the Alice’s worlds. He could hide out there as long as he had to.
He headed toward the first door he saw, picking randomly, and tried to open it-
The door was locked. He had stolen the keys himself, and he’d already strewn the keys about inside other Alice’s worlds in preparation for an Alice visiting.
Sometimes he really hated planning ahead, he thought, as he was stabbed from behind.
“...Rather unsportsmanlike,” he said as she removed her sword. He turned to face her and her annoying grin.
“You eat children, don’t lecture me about sportsmanship,” she answered. “Any time you want to give up-”
There was one trick he still had up his sleeve. At this moment it would probably do him no good, but out of spite, he would still take it from her before he had to give in.
He lunged and grabbed, and pulled hard before her XXXX came away.
She stopped, blade still pointed towards him but expression now bewildered. “What did you just do? Hey, what did you just do?!”
He held his hands up. “Nothing of importance. See, are any of your possessions missing?”
“I don’t see anything wrong, but...” She scowled. “You must have taken something.”
“Well, if you can tell me what it is, then I’ll be sure to give it back. But I’m afraid you won’t find it again if you kill me.” Stealing XXXX didn’t work that way. “And if I can’t return it to you by visiting your world again, then you won’t ever be able to get it back at all.”
She only thought for a moment. “Swear to me that you won’t come back, and I won’t come back here either.”
He tilted his head. “You don’t want-?”
“It can’t be as important as keeping my world safe. Swear.” She jabbed her sword at him for emphasis.
“Very well. I swear, I won’t return to your world, ever again. Satisfied?” he asked.
She nodded, and withdrew a small white stone from her pocket before disappearing from sight.
...He could hear the White Rabbit’s mocking laughter from here.
Grora had been relatively satisfied with her mission success. She was still nagged by the idea that he had taken something, even if she had no idea what it was. Something that was important…
Yosafire and Froze were in the castle to bring Etihw and Kcalb dessert again, and Wodahs was staring at them from nearby, somewhat grumpy. He always was that way when other people’s food was delivered, no matter what the quality.
“Lighten up, head angel,” she said, deciding to dismiss her worries from her mind. “Every time they come over it depresses you. Why not focus on the positives?”
“What positives?” he asked, dully
“Well, they’re pretty cute and all,” she replied with a smile. “Them and their XXXX.”
He stared at her as the word she was trying to say failed to leave her mouth; her lips moved but no sound came out.
“I mean their XXXX. XXXX!” She knew what she meant, she just couldn’t say it. “What’s wrong with me?”
Wodahs’ frown worsened slightly. “Come with me.”
She followed him to the nearest office, where he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She tried to write it out: XXXX. “Still nothing. Is this what that demon stole from me?”
“Is it that important?” he asked.
“It’s seriously important! If he took more than just the word, it’s- it’s really-!”
“Now, what are you making a such fuss about?” Etihw asked, floating into the room. “We heard you yelling.”
“I’m missing XXXX,” said Grora. “I don’t know how to say it, and I’ve tried other words for it. What you have with Sir Devil, Yosafire and Froze-”
“XXXX,” said Wodahs. She didn’t understand what he said, but Etihw obviously did, and their eyes widened.
“That’s some thievery, alright. And this is the demon who’s sworn not to come back, and you’ve sworn not to go back to his world?” they asked. Grora nodded. “Hm… That’s a sticky situation…”
Then they tugged Grora into a hug. “The thing about XXXX is it’s not something you make for yourself,” they said. “If you’ve lost all your XXXX, then we’ll give you more of it. Even if you can’t give it to us back, we’ll understand.”
Grora hugged them back tightly, then let go, and they stepped away. There was a small silence, before Etihw looked to Wodahs.
“...I’m not going to hug her,” he said.
“Not even a little?” they asked. “Darn.”