My Reality is just different than yours

Dr. Chester Felix Call me Chesh

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elissa-aaron:

“Perhaps.” Was all she said.  “I do find that it’s nice to occasionally wander off the beaten path.”  She turned to look at him.  “Oh, well I know that much.  Tell me about the most exciting place you’ve been.  I think I’d quite like to hear an adventure story today before I go back to my quiet little shop.  You’ll humor me, won’t you, Chester?” She grinned at him.

“See?“ he grinned, “There’s the ember of adventure within you after all.“ Almost everyone had some small blaze within them that yearned for something new, something different. “Hmm... Let me think.” he smiled, “I scaled Mount Kilimanjaro some years ago with my college friends. That was quite the adventure. It was so hot at the bottom yet freezing at the top.” he chuckled.  

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misterangrygod:

“Everything has an age restriction. Thank gods.” Hadrian could imagine a full park of idiots swinging from trees. It wasn’t a very nice fantasy, though. At the answer about a date, he rolled his eyes. “Your innocent naivety is almost insulting,” he exclaimed, realizing that the boy was probably baiting him, but for some reason not really caring about it. “I suppose I’m just far more used to dealing with grow-ups as opposed to…” he gestured at him, “whatever you are.”

The boy’s next question had Hadrian quiet for a bit, contemplating his answer. “Well, it sure isn’t easy, I can say at least that.” Being weird and twisted himself, Hadrian felt like he had some authority on the question. Not that he could ever find a way to actually measure how weird or twisted he was being at certain points. “Well, at the moment, I see you as a man-child who most likely hides something nasty behind all of this perky attitude.” Most people in the world had a nasty secret or two. The boy’s last comments were met with a mere eye-roll. Hadrian really didn’t think that any of that merited an answer.

“Not everything,” Chester reasoned, “There’s no age limit on fun, on imagination, on kindness or anger or sadness.” he paused and grinned, “Just don’t try and play with legos if you’re over ninety nine, that’s against the rules.” A small chuckle followed his words. “Why thank you, it’s fun being offensive to corrupt cynicism.” he replied easily, “Or more accurately you’re used to dealing with a certain kind of grown up.” Chester was able to deal with anyone and everyone rather well.

He shrugged carelessly, “And what in life can one achieve that’s worth having and easy?” he asked. Chester had worked hard for his degree’s, he’d worked hard to earn patients trust and he’d worked hard to be able to climb whatever he fancied really. “Really?” he grinned, knowing full well there was no such thing to be found within him; after all, Chester was merely a curious fellow, not a cruel one. “That’s very interesting. Why so certain there’s something nasty to be found?” He felt no need to defend himself, he knew who he was and he felt rather sorry for anyone who didn’t. He chuckled once more at the eye roll, finding the man’s stuffiness rather fun to play off.

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to-change-my-fate:

“A cold what?” She said.  Sighing, she tossed the pack his way.  “Here, take one.  Maybe if you have a cigarette in your mouth, it’ll stop you talking so much.” She resigned herself to the fact that this guy wasn’t going to leave her alone, and despite being incredibly annoying, he really didn’t seem to be causing that much harm.  “What college did you go to?” She asked casually, hoping the man’s answer would be short and to the point.

“Flannel.” he repeated the word, “A small towel, primarily used on the face and neck.” the explanation wasn’t delivered in a condescending tone, just giving out information. He cocked his head before taking a cigarette and lighting it, “Why not, it’s not as though my mother’s here to catch me.” he chuckled, taking a drag on it before continuing to speak (easily) with the cigarette in his mouth, “I went to Oxford University.”

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elissa-aaron:

Elissa grinned sheepishly and took the arm he extended before falling into step beside him.  “I suppose you might be right, though I’ve always been more of a rule follower myself.  Curiosity wasn’t typically enough to tempt me off the path my parents had marked for me.” Fearing she was straying too far away from light conversation, she backtracked.  “I guess it’s worked all right for me so far.  Though I’m sure you have far more interesting stories.  Where has your curiosity led you, Chester?” She asked, turning the conversation away from herself.

“Ahh, but the paths we walk in life are very long and incredibly winding; it’s never wholly too late to step off to where the Gods and Monsters prowl.” he informed her with a small chuckle, keeping the matter light despite the topic, “You may surprise yourself. I try to shock myself as often as I can.” Though, sadly, it seemed he rarely did. “Hmm, well that’s a very large question.” He’d been quite a few places in his life, “Today it led me up a tree, and then it led me to you.” he said easily as they moved through the park, “Now it’s on another little adventure.”  

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to-change-my-fate:

Mara took another drag on the cigarette has he spoke and sighed a large cloud of smoke.  After dealing with overly flirtatious and flat out rude customers, she wasn’t in the mood for anyone who thought they were clever.  “Look, I’m on my break, and I’m not in the mood to hear about your Christmas list, okay?  I’m tired and I just wanna smoke, so unless you’re gonna ask for a light, why don’t you move along.  You’re giving me a headache.” She added rubbing the bridge of her nose for added effect.

“Then why not ask a question you were in the mood for?” he asked. It astounded Chester how many people just seemed not to think before they spoke these days. He lent against the wall and crossed his arms, the picture of ease, “You know I haven’t smoked since college,“ he ruminated, glancing at her, “A cold flannel.” he added abruptly, “Rest one on your head and the ache should lesson.” She was likely to have more luck with that than to ask him to stop speaking.

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elissa-aaron:

She walked forward until she was beside him.  “It must be interesting to see the town from such a different angle.  I would love to see the view myself, but I could never climb up so high; I’d be terrified.” She turned to face him.  “If you’re off for the day, would you like to join me for a walk around the park?  Usually I love the bookshop, but on a day like this, it can start to feel stifling.  I need to get out and stretch my legs a bit.”

“Come now, I’ve often found that curiosity can be all the courage one needs in life.” Chester didn’t consider himself especially brave as much as especially curious after all. “Hmm?” He thought for a moment before grinning, “Well why ever not? Perhaps I can entice you into a little exploring before the day is through.” He felt it would be good for the woman. Chester offered her his arm in a most gentlemanly fashion, “Shall we?” 

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misterangrygod:

Hadrian barely raised his eyebrows at the small remark the boy gave about his age. In a way, it was frustrating, because at an insult like that, people usually just informed Hadrian of their age. And knowing little things like that made it easier to talk with them. But instead this one decided to be cocky. Fine. “For a fifteen year old - sure. Still way too old to be climbing trees.” If the boy wanted it, Hadrian was just going to keep referring to him as a child. It made things so much easier. At the next comment he yet again had to roll his eyes. “Unless you played chess on your third date, I really don’t see how is it that it’s my mind that is taking me somewhere.” Hadrian worked hard to keep it in place. Most of the time, at least.

Annoyed and still on the topic of sexuality, Hadrian drummed his fingers against the bench. “Maybe you’re right. I shouldn’t discuss such subtle topics with a kid your age. You may get all twisted and weird,” Maybe, just maybe, Hadrian was still trying to find a way to sting the guy. “At least weirder than you already are.” Hadrian still couldn’t get past the fact that the boy was swinging from a tree like a dead sloth. It was creepy. At the last remark, Hadrian was quiet for a bit. Then he shrugged his shoulders. “Curiosity…. it’s understandable for someone your age. You’ll grow out of it though,” ah, leave it to him to be a downer. “And your snazzy hats won’t help you much either.”

Chester had always been told he worked on a different wavelength than other people and frankly he rather enjoyed that; in the end he reached the same conclusions as everyone else but went about it in an entirely different way. The world was a great deal more open that way and he felt a little sad others just couldn’t appreciate it. “Do trees, like the Olympic’s have an age restriction?” he asked lightly, knowing full well the event did but enjoying but the question forward to see if the other would again be annoyed by something different. “We went hiking and did a little climbing.” he said innocently. It was what they’d done after such activities that may warrant a more adult way of thinking but it was more fun to give this answer instead.

“Is it wrong to be twisted and weird?” After all, based on what the man said it sounded as though he were already twisted and weird if he thought that speaking with Chester would cause him to become twisted and weird... Hmm, one more interesting thought. “How weird am I already?” another question; could the man quantify weirdness? What a funny thought. Though he doubted the other would want to put in the effort to try, he seemed too busy dealing with his own metaphorical monkey’s-on-the-back. “Will I? You know an awful lot.” It was said in that same blasé tone. He at least thought he knew a lot, as an authority on himself Chester disagreed, curiosity would always be in him. “You underestimate the power of snazzy hats.” he grinned.

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misterangrygod:

“I thought there was an actual age limit for the Olympics,” Hadrian cocked his head to a side as he narrowed his eyes a bit, examining the boy in front of him. “You don’t look a day over fifteen, I’m afraid.” Maybe it was just the fact that anyone under thirty looked like a child. Hadrian really couldn’t help it. At the next comment, he visibly shuddered and shook his head. “Now, I really didn’t need to hear about that, did I?” he mumbled, closing his eyes. At least it wasn’t a lie. His therapist warned him. “Maybe you should keep such… unnecessary information to yourself, huh? Even if you are from the looney bin.”

“See them in the wild, so you could get feces flung at you?” Hadrian exclaimed, widening his eyes a bit, just for the theatrical effect. “That is a weird-ass fetish, I tell you.” It wasn’t like Hadrian could acknowledge what the boy actually said. Making fun of him was much easier than actually dealing with him. As the boy thanked for the supposed compliment, Hadrian had to roll his eyes. “Don’t take that as a compliment. I meant it as an insult. What is wrong with you?” Ah and again he was craving for either a cigarette or a drink. Any distraction from the weirdo sitting besides him. “My happiness is none of your concern,” he mumbled, almost debating standing up. But then the boy spoke again and Hadrian kept sitting. A weirdo - of course. But an intriguing weirdo. “Not for you, eh? Then what makes you happy? Apart from your own reflection, of course.” The boy was intriguing, but not below insulting. Hadrian really didn’t know any better.

Chester looked back at the older man and smiled serenely, as though this were all going exactly to some plan, it wasn’t but it took a very great deal to unnerve him. “Really? I am doing well then.” he responded with a chuckle; people often thought he was too young for what he did at twenty seven and this man seemed to find it easier to inform him of that insultingly, interesting. “Who knows? Certainly not me,” not at the time at least, now he did and found the remark all the funnier for it. “I don’t see what’s unnecessary about telling you about my fulfilling flexibility,” he chuckled softly, “Unless your minds taking you somewhere else? Tut tut.”

“Hmm... I suppose that could happen. Or they could rip my face off; personally I’d simply like to see how they live when they’re left to their own devices.” That was when something was at it’s most interesting; seeing what it did when it thought it was alone. A pity he couldn’t turn invisible himself and watch people; but that would be too much, even for him. “A fetish?” he asked, smiling once more, “You’re making this conversation very sexual good Sir,” the remark was delivered completely blasé though Chester was stifling the urge to laugh, outside of his sessions with patients this was an excellent way to spend his time. “What one say, one means and another takes in is a very complex process.” Was his only reply, a little vagueness never hurt anyone and again, it was simply entertaining. “Quite so.” He thought on the question for a moment, “Curiosity.” he replied, “That makes me happy. Though my reflection can as well if I happen to be wearing a particularly snazzy hat.”  

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misterangrygod:

“Well, freaking-hippie-yay. Maybe when you’re old enough you can compete in the Olympics - for the most useless award ever in tree climbing.” Hadrian really wasn’t going to indulge in the boy’s fantasy of being an actual gymnast. Climbing trees was only fit for twelve year olds. And even that was a tad too old. At the next comment he lifted his eyebrow a bit. “I can’t imagine you ever got a lot of those,” he exclaimed slowly.  

Rolling his eyes Hadrian let out an annoyed sigh. “Have you ever seen a baboon? They can fling their feces far better - and may I say, far more elegantly - than you can climb. Then again, maybe that is a compliment on its own.” Hadrian knew that his psychiatrist would tell him to be more open and more acceptable of other people. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so with someone who was climbing trees in their free time. In the middle of the town, too. “See, the problem is, that I really wouldn’t care if you minded or not. And that is my happiness.” Maybe the therapy was getting to him. At least he wasn’t cursing at the boy. “Easy life is not worth living. But the happy people are far too stupid to understand.” Hadrian pointed out as he eyed the guy. “And when I think of them, I imagine someone who looks just like you.”

“Don’t silly, if such a a sport existed at Olympic level I’d have already competed by now and be fast approaching retirement.” he said levelly, as though it made perfect sense; to him it kinda did. Plus, he could see how annoyed it seemed to make the man and frankly Chester had always been unable to not poke things to see their reaction. “Quite the presumption, I’ve had a,” he grinned, tongue coming out just slightly, “Very fulfilling time thus far in my life... flexibility-wise.”

“Several times, mainly at the zoo, though I’d love to see some in the wild.” Rather vicious though, but then that’s how a wild animal should be; at least, to his mind. “Why thank you, I think I shall take that as a compliment.” Mainly because it would likely annoy the other, one more little poke. “Well then, I’m pleased you’re so certain in your own happiness.” Which he doubted was anywhere near the case or else he wouldn’t be hanging his head in his hands on public benches. “For some it can it; not for you,” that he’d already established, “And perhaps not for me.” He enjoyed seeking out curious puzzles, challenging himself to reach new heights, physically and mentally; life was indeed more fulfilling that way. “Do you really?” he grinned, “How flattering it is to be the subject of another’s imagination.” Was his response.    

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misterangrygod:

Hadrian watched as the man made his way down from the tree branch half amused and half annoyed. “What are you, some kind of a gymnast?” He wondered, frowning at his words. “An insane gymnast, maybe? One that likes to creep on people just so he could show of his… freakishly flexible limbs?” Whatever the man was, Hadrian wasn’t sure he could really keep his focus on him. Dealing with weird people wasn’t one of his strengths.

“An office?” Hadrian repeated, then exhaled in a snort. “Figures. People in there are trying to tell you to get your shit together, then go out and swing around like some crazy baboons. Just fucking brilliant.” Shit, he was really longing for a cigarette. Flexing his hands a few times he raised his eyebrow as the man assumed Hadrian’s condition. “Oh really now? What gives me away? Is it the sneer, the obvious disdain for everything going around here, the permanent frown on my face or is it just the fact that you’re just really freaking weird?” Taking a deep breath Hadrian finally snorted loudly at the question. “Only idiots don’t these days. They’re always damn happy.”

Chester only laughed at the man’s assessment, “I did a great deal of gymnastics in my younger years, but even before them I’ve always loved exploring, even if it’s something as simple as lifting myself up a tree and surveying the nearby park.” He grinned, “Though I’ll thank you for the comment on my flexibility, most have to wait for a third date to see it.” An easy joke, and one he rather enjoyed making.

“Indeed, with a couch, filing cabinet, coffee maker and even a window.” he said with a sagely nod, “Come now, I surely I was more elegant than a crazed baboon.” Personally he saw himself more as a jungle cat... yes, that fit him quite nicely; the thought made him want to chuckle. Another absurd notion, in it’s own way. “No, it’s more the avoidance of my question.” he answered easily, “Not that I particularly mind.” There was as much of an answer in avoidance after all. “There’s no need to blame others for their happiness. Some are simply lucky enough to lead easy lives, though they’re often less interesting.” He saw those who needed help with their businesses, in their forest; the interesting many out of the countless others.  

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misterangrygod:

Hadrian left the building after one of his therapy sessions and instead of just sitting in his car and driving home, walked right past it and towards the park. He needed to clear his head – which was ironic, seeing how therapy was supposed to help him do that. And instead, there he was, simply annoyed, as usual. Reaching an empty bench, he sat down, placing his face in his hands and rubbing his eyes with his fingers. What a shitty day.

And then someone spoke right next to his face. Hadrian turned to see who it was and was faced with a young man staring at him upside down. “What. The. Fuck,” he breathed out slowly, dropping his hands and looking up to see what he was holding on. A tree. Lovely. A grown man climbing a goddamn tree. “I think your place is back there,” He mumbled, pointing at the Giminy’s Psychiatry with his thumb. “I hear they have an actual cell for looneys like you.” With that he just leaned back and closed his eyes. He really needed to clear his mind.  

Chester couldn’t help but find what the other man said hilarious because in a way he was very correct; just not in a way that he understood. Such odd, yet well-fitting logic was his favourite kind; already this conversation was proving itself to be interesting. “Well you’re quite correct, my place is indeed situated their.” he let go with one hand to point back at the psychiatry before straightening his legs enough to swing forward on one arm and land elegantly in a crouch before rising up and sitting himself on the bench next to the man.

“Though, I fear you’re misinformed of the facilities within; I have an office, not a cell.” he paused for a moment, “But then many who are disillusioned with the world today often describe their workplaces as prisons and offices as cells. Luckily I’m quite happy with my own. You on the other hand don’t seem as at peace with the world.” he lent back languidly against the bench and raised a foot to rest on his opposite knee. “Got a lot on your mind?” People often found benches or bus stops of library’s to clear their heads, as though a public space could do something a private one could not... Perhaps they could?  

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to-change-my-fate:

Mara put the end of her burning cigarette butt to a new cigarette and inhaled before tossing the old one away.  She leaned back against the wall of the bar.  She only got a thirty minute break, and she was going to make it count, dammit.  As she smoked, her hand lifted to absentmindedly twist one of the curls in the side of her ponytail.  She was turned her head to examine a split end when she caught a glimpse of someone standing at the end of the alley, though it was hard to tell who in the shadow.  “What do you want?” She asked sharply, taking another drag off of her cigarette.

“Well that could be a question that takes some time to answer,” And sometimes it was a great deal more fun to take a person’s question literally, it made them rethink what they’d said. “I’d appreciate world peace, a cure for any and all diseases, a holiday for celebrating cats, my own enormous theme park and a tuna panini would be quite nice around now as well.” he finished with his arms crossed and grinned at her, “Does that answer your question?”

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elissa-aaron:

Elissa jumped back as the man swung in front of her, but then her face broke into a grin and she actually laughed.  “Chester, you scared me half to death!  What were you thinking, frightening me like that?” She placed a hand over her heart.  “What on earth are you doing up there anyway?” She asked.  “You know, you won’t be much use to your clients if you fall down the break your neck.” As the words left her lips, her mouth went dry and she was transported back to a time she would’ve rather forgotten.  Shaking the memory away, she looked back up at him.  “Are you on your lunch break?”

Chester didn’t even bother to hide his laugh at shocking the woman; he grinned at her and shrugged, the motion looking very odd upside down, “I wanted to say hello, this was the quickest way of doing that.” Logic at its finest, or his kind of logic anyway. “I was looking at the view, it’s much better up here; thing’s are so very boring when gravity’s busy bothering you.” He pushed back to half-flip as he let go and landed elegantly in front of her, “My neck appreciates your concern but has survived the journey.” He put his hands in his pockets, “No, no. I’m finished early for the day, very lucky on my part.”

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One of the things Chester liked most about Giminy’s Psychiatry was that it was just across the way from the park, with large tree’s that simply begged to be climbed. He was curious to see the view and as such was happily at on a highish branch looking over the city... until he noticed someone below him and on impulse lent back to swing his torso down, still holding onto the tree with his hands and have his head be level with the strangers despite being upside down.

“Hello there,” he greeted politely, “Lovely day for a view, upside down or right side up, hmm?”

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glasswall-tia:

Tia hummed softly as she stood at the edge of the dock, her eyes trained on the horizon. The sun was setting, casting everything in a delicious orange hue, including the woman herself. Arms wrapped around her torso, her mind was elsewhere, far across the country where she watched a ship sail away at a dock very much like this. Tia was yanked out of her melancholy as a presence behind her seemed to demand that she lighten up. “It is beautiful, no? It is strange how there can be something so beautiful about a phenomena that ultimately signals the end of something.”

To walk and explore was one of the finest ways to spend ones time in his mind so Chester was doing just that and allowing his feet to guide him where they may as the sun began to set. They decided to take him to the peer and while he’d never been a fan of water he happily walked along it and enjoyed to last few golden rays. He cocked his head for a moment at the woman upon the docks who spoke to him, grinned brightly and replied, “indeed. But then, what is an end if not the beginning for something new? Something exciting and unfamiliar and perhaps it too can be beautiful as well.” Whatever, ‘It’ happened to be of course.

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warmhearted-anna:

“Mmmm…or maybe you’ve been spending too much time around Mayor Mills.” Anna wrinkled her nose, her smile not reaching her eyes. 

Chester chuckled slightly, looking back up Anna, “Oh, a gentleman such as myself would never slight a lady so openly. He may however very much agree when a brave young lady does it for him.” he added with a wink, putting up his own front. “Are you certain you’re alright, Ms Aaron? Forgive my saying so but you seem as distracted as I am.” 

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Aches and Memories || Lacey & Chester

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booksandheroes:

Lacey took a sharp breath as the man leaned down closer to her. The way he moved, his pose and even the expression on his face made her very uneasy. He didn’t seem like a man, and yet he definitely looked like one. At his claim that he knew her, Lacey opened her mouth to reply, but the words got stuck in his throat. “You’re right. I’m not Alice,” she spoke, her voice still hushed, “I’m…” and then she broke off, her eyes growing wide for a moment as she even took a small step backwards, surprised and bewildered. No, she wasn’t Alice, definitely not, but she also wasn’t the one she claimed to be. “I’m not Lacey,” she exclaimed, slowly, confusion settling in her face. “I was, but I’m not really her, am I?” The question was hardly directed at him as Lacey glanced back at the house again. “It’s a curse. She must have cursed me. What if I haven’t even really escaped?” Lacey could feel dread settling in, but she quickly bottled it up and refocused on the problem at hand. Panicking would do absolutely nothing good for her. “Who are you?” She asked slowly, tilting her head. “And who’s Alice?” They could try to help each other out.

At the mention of the Red Queen and Wonderland, Lacey shook her head. “It’s the Evil Queen, not the Red Queen. Haven’t even heard of her. How much time has passed since the Ogre wars? I keep getting the feeling that so long has passed… what if he’s dead?” Not knowing who she was looking for made the question was very hard to answer. “And this isn’t Wonderland. That’s not how we call it. But I’ve read stories,” although Lacey never believed them to be true. Yet, if she thought about it, she couldn’t say for sure that she was in the Enchanted Forest either. Something felt… off.

Lacey raised an eyebrow at his comment about the furniture, but that was it. Besides, the grin on his face was making her question the decision to talk with him in the first place. What if he was just stalling until the Evil Queen came back? “No, I told you, I haven’t seen anyone. For years,” the people that the man was looking for could have been back in the house - although why should they? The Queen had a castle with towers and dungeons. The house was… whatever it was. “I don’t doubt it,” she commented dryly as she took few small steps forward. “Look, I don’t know the queen you’re talking about, but the Evil Queen is very real and she’s here and so I have to keep moving until she finds me again. I’d suggest you leave too, she’s not known to be compassionate.” Lacey pulled a couple of branches out of her face as she walked deeper into the forest. “I’ll know who I am looking for once I find him,” she replied quietly, determination in her voice.

Chester knew exactly what his moments were doing, and he continued doing them for exactly that reason. He was the predator, the alpha in this discussion and he wanted to be sure the woman knew that. He was no king, but he ruled his forest all the same. He blinked slowly as the woman stumbled over her own name. It would have cause him to chuckle, if not for the fact that he couldn’t remember his own name either... My my, there was definitely a spell going on here. Luckily he hadn’t reached the point where his own body seemed foreign to him. He titled his head slowly, looking down at her, “Not Lacey it is then. Who you were or who you are can pale in comparison to how you feel. Identify is built from feelings. You might want to try feeling a tree.” he suggested lazily, a hint of a chuckle in his words. “Currrrrrrse?” he said the word slowly, it almost came out like a purr in his deep voice. “The mind is it’s own landscape and a curse to the mind is far more vicious. I suspect we’re both slipping into madness.” Not that he minded, madness was an old friend to him. “Alice is not you.” he responded vaguely, his grin not faltering all the while.

“Evil and Red are colours and feelings, one can be evil and red or while and good. But you can’t be white and red, nor evil and good.” He tongue flicked out to wet his lips slightly, “Ogre’s? They never came to Wonderland, the portal was well hidden, like the passage of time in our minds. I suspect the time is more than you thought, and less than you’d think.” He chuckled, the deep noise seeming to vibrate through the tree to the ground, “I’ve often found death to be more a matter of perspective, try looking a different way and the dead will come to you.”

“Not Wonderland?” he questioned slowly, “Explain’s the abysmal game. Not a Bandersnatch in sight nor mind.” And he felt rather annoyed about it, it had been so long since he’d got to bite though the creatures throat, this girl was the largest prey he’d seen in his time, but she was providing good conversation thus far, so he held back. “That’s a pity. I’d wager a great many people have seen you.” The talking botany for one, if not the animals as well. He rubbed his cheek against the tree he was lounging on, scratching at the side of his face, no reaction coming when the move caused him to scratch his cheek. A small amount of blood dripped down, and his tongue snaked out to catch it. “All this talk of Queen’s, I never get involved in politics.” he said shortly. then, in an almost inhumanly elegant move lent back to fall off the branch, a hand shooting out to grab the branch and swing him forward so he landed crouched beside Lacey. He rose slightly, “In that case you’d better start looking.” he replied lazily.