queen-ofheartbreak:
@curiousalice
Elizabeth walked the pier, not particularly looking for anything specific. She was quite confused, as she had gone to sleep in Wonderland and woken up in this strange land where nothing made sense. The cats were all boring colours and none of the animals spoke to her. There were no mome raths or bandersnatches and her precious Jabberwocky was no where to be found. She felt utterly miserable, to be completely honest, and that was not a feeling that she had ever felt before. When a blonde woman accidentally bumped into her, she felt her misery snap into fury and she grabbed the woman’s wrist to pull her back. “You dare to touch a queen without an apology?” She snapped at the woman and then paused. “Do I know you?”
Feeling fingers wrap around her wrist, Alice looked up at the woman she’d just bumped into. “Well, I was going to apologise before you abruptly and rudely grabbed me,” she told the redhead. “A queen? That sounds very self-important.” In Alice’s dreams, there had been queens and a kingdom, white roses that had been painted red, singing flowers and dodos. Come to think of it, this stranger looked similar to the queen Alice had been dreaming about -- the one who inspired one of the rooms inside the strip club. But this was the real world, and there were no queens in New Fantasia. “I don’t know, do we? Perhaps we met in a dream, or I could just have a familiar face,” she said, an unsure smile on her face as she finally snatched her hand back. “Or maybe you’ve frequented my club. Who’s to know? I don’t keep track, my head’s always in the clouds.”
