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" Sometimes your light shines so bright that it blinds people from seeing who you really are "

[iamsapphosdaughter]

[imogen-the-heartless]

April hadn’t arrived with too much rain, so the streets of Wonderland were filled with people who were out enjoying the good weather. Imogen herself was leaning against the wall of one of the houses in the Woodland, enjoying a bit of the spring sun, when the sight of a few kids riding their bikes called her attention. “I hate those things.” She said to the figure that had stopped next to her. “My parents got me one on my birthday, and I still have the bruise to prove how evil they are.” 

[werewhitney-blog]

You Don’t Mind, Do You?

[imogen-the-heartless]

werewhitney:

Whitney smiled as she chewed her burger at a mighty speed. Seeing a familiar face helped the rabbit settle into the busy setting a bit more and allowed her to enjoy the meal. “Imogen,” she chimed as soon as her mouth wasn’t full. “How are you? Fan of sweet potato too? I fear my kids couldn’t eat it for months after moving out! It’s my favorite starch.”

“I’m doing great!” She replied, as she also took a bite of her own burger. “They actually used to be my favorite snack when I was kid.” Realizing that she was talking with a mouth full of food, she finished chewing before she continued speaking. “I always begged my parents to bring me here on my birthday, and it was mostly for the potatoes. But how about you, how are you doing? And the kids?”

[pixicat-hunt-blog]

Concert for One

[imogen-the-heartless]

pixicat-hunt:

“It is easy to lose yourself in the woods.” She knew how silly it felt to get lost. She had been lost before but somehow she always found her way. She was positive that Imogen would have as well but Lily would never just leave someone in need of assistance. Imogen, she had offered a name and now Lily was obligated to return the favor. Perhaps she should just let it slip or maybe she could lie.

“Lil….” She offered in a quivering voice. It had been so log since she had let another person know her name. SOmething so simple made her feel so helpless,

"Yeah, I guess that is also true.” She replied, giving Lily a small smile. “I’ll still take the woods over the Woodland any day, though.”

“Well, nice to meet you, Lil!” Imogen continued speaking. She could feel a certain awkwardness in the conversation, but she was almost sure that if both girls fell into silence things would become even more awkward. “So, do you live nearby?” 

[imogen-the-heartless]

dreamingdelilah:

“Oh,” Delilah said with a sharp intake of breath as her tea spilled down the front of the person’s shirt. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it.” Imogen replied, as she unbuttoned her shirt. Luckily enough, the t-shirt she was wearing underneath it wasn’t damped enough to force her to return home. ”You’re Ernest’s niece, right?”

[pixicat-hunt-blog]

Concert for One

[imogen-the-heartless]

pixicat-hunt:

“Follow me.” Lil slung her backpack and violin over her shoulder. She managed a small smile at the stranger. It wasn’t hard to smile at someone who was not as threatening as she first believed. “It’s this way.”She jerked her head in the direction of the main path. It would only take about ten minutes to reach it but she wouldn’t chance her wondering too far on her own, even if the path was out of the way for the young werecat. 

“How did you stray so far from the path?”

Nodding, she started following the girl. “I was distracted so I missed my turn.” She replied, not even completely sure if her answer made any sense. But then again, she was sure that if she went around saying that it was the other girl’s beautiful song that made Imogen walk further deeper into the forest, things would probably get even more awkward between the two of them. “And honestly I feel kinda silly for letting it happen.”

“I’m Imogen, by the way.”

[gabriellawildedaily]

Gabriella Wilde for So It Goes Magazine.

[pixicat-hunt-blog]

Concert for One

[imogen-the-heartless]

pixicat-hunt:

“You didn’t scare me.” Lily continued to gather her things, in fact, she barely registered the others presence at all. It was better to make little eye contact. She had hypothesized it wold increase her chances of remaining indistinguishable, however, this one now knew more about her. She knew she played violin well. That trait was unique and unique individuals attract attention. 

“I should be going.” She added. Dismissing the other and going her separate way was a good a plan as any. Her plan halted with the shakiness of the others voice. Was she scared too? She did seem unfamiliar and this was a rough part of the world they shared.

Suddenly the plan to evade detection surrendered in favor of compassion. “Are you lost or something?” It could be that perhaps she had misunderstood the subtle tremble of her voice but she would rather be wrong than leave someone as terrified as she alone in the woods.

“Oh.” Imogen hummed, raising her hand to scratch her head. She wasn’t sure of what to do now. Should she apologize for the misinterpretation, or would that be far too many apologies for the first time you meet someone? So she just stood there, watching the girl finish gathering up her things. Nodding when the girl said that she would be going now, Imogen started turning her back to return to her path home. Hearing the girl’s question, she started looking around the place where she found herself. She knew the way from the telephone company to her home quite well, but she had never strayed away from that path, and considering that she had blindly followed the violin's sound, without paying any attention to her surroundings, it was needless to say that she was indeed quite lost, and only realizing it now.

“Somewhat, yeah.” She replied, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Could tell me the way back to the main path, please?” 

[pixicat-hunt-blog]

Concert for One

[imogen-the-heartless]

pixicat-hunt:

The violin looked a lot like most of Lil’s possessions; worn out but well managed. She would spend hours playing and caring for the instrument and somehow it made her feel true to her lineage. Her mother had always wanted her to master the violin. after twenty some years she had exceeded even her uncle’s expectations. Playing made her feel like she was more…..more loved, more free, just more. Years of hiding had made Lily leery of relationships.Her only outlet was her music. 

She played in the lesser areas of inhabitants, like the darkened forest near her secluded home. Somewhere off the beaten path she had sat herself down with a notebook and pen. Her violin carried tunes of sorrow throughout the vicinity. It was so emotional that the most despicable tyrant might shed a tear. It was not intended for anyone to hear but no one could ever stake anything on intentions in a world like this. Lily focused on the notes at hand but as soon as she sensed the stranger she slipped and the note fell flat. Words didn’t come but her mind was racing with the possibilities. Without a word she began to gather her belongings. The mere thought of an unwanted confrontation made her hair stand on end. 

The path that Imogen took from work to her house was a rather secluded and usually untraveled one. The people who she usually came across there weren’t particular nice looking either, so Imogen always made sure she’d go through it as fast as she could. Yet that afternoon, the sound of violin that was filling the air made her stop. She would never say she had a particular love or interest for music. In fact, when she was younger and her mother signed her up for piano lessons, she pretty much threw a tantrum every day until she allowed Imogen to quit. However, it was like the sweet melody she was hearing was being aimed right at her heart, making a chill travel down her spine. Captivating her in almost a mer song kind of way.

Curious, she started looking for the source, not taking too long to come across the girl. Finding herself right in front of her, and seeing that the girl was obviously startled by her presence, Imogen quickly stared apologizing. “Ah, I’m so sorry.” She spoke, her voice shaking a bit. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

[werewhitney-blog]

You Don’t Mind, Do You?

[imogen-the-heartless]

werewhitney:

Whitney slid into a vacant seat across from someone and gave them a small smile. It was partly forced but that was due to her current state of hunger. They seat was empty and there was zero indication of it being saved. In the busy center of the market, Whit only needed fifteen minutes to stuff her face then get back to work. She already peeled back the wax wrapper to her deli sandwich and brought it to her lips before looking the stranger in the eye and raising her brow, “you don’t mind, right?” It would be absurd to be so rude as to reject her. “You can have some of my sweet potato fries.” She grinned before her attention was back on her veggie burger, taking a large bite, and settled into her stiff chair.

Imogen usually preferred to pack and bring her own lunch to work, and eat it somewhere around the telephone company. It always saved her time, and allowed her to have her meal without any rush. However, seeing it was a warm winter day, and she had been craving sweet potato fries all week, she decided to treat herself, making her way to the market. Looking up to the woman in front of her, she recognized her as one of her coworkers. “Sure, go ahead!” She answered, giving the woman a warm smile. “I mean, it’s not like we’re total strangers anyway.”

[imogen-the-heartless]

maxchase:

“This weather is… reprehensible! Is it always like this here?”

“Well, it’s winter. Just sit by the fire for a little, and you’ll be fine.” 

[imogen-the-heartless]

pyropiratepixie:

“What do you think? I should treat myself right? It suits me…” She held the pretty, sparkling necklace up to her neck looking in the mirror before her eyes flickered over to the first person they saw. As if she intended to be talking to them all along. She didn’t think the boys would be getting gifts for everyone- so she thought maybe she’d treat herself to something shiny. It was nice, but it wasn’t too expensive. There were too many risks in wearing expensive jewelry. Including theft, and also drawing attention to ones self by having an extravagant piece on. 

She wasn’t sure if it was worth buying… maybe she could cause a distraction and just pocket it. It’d be easy coin later if she did… 

Imogen was still trying to find the perfect present for her mother. Usually it didn’t take her this much time to finally set her mind on something, but this year she still hadn’t come across anything that she deemed worthy enough. Not being the kind to just settle for anything, she now found herself in a rather packed jewelry store, trying to see if something would catch her eye.

Glancing over at the woman, she placed herself behind her, looking at her trough the mirror in front of them. “Oh, it sure does.” She replied as a smile grew on her lips. “I’d say go for it!”

[pierce-thefierce-blog]

When Pierce saw the girl, he knew he recognized her from inside. There were still a good amount of operators he hadn’t really spoken to, since he was really only there to study under Ernest. But with all the help he was doing around the place, he was bound to run into everyone eventually.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind helping, I could use another set of eyes down here,” he told her as he lined up the wires he thought were right and started unraveling their home-made electrical tape.

[imogen-the-heartless]

“Sure!” Imogen replied, taking a few steps towards the boy and placing herself behind him. Leaning a little closer to have a better look at the wires compartment, she narrowed her eyes, trying to understand what he was doing. “I swear, the more times I look at this things, the more confused about them I get. Sort of glad I don’t have your job.”

“Also… what exactly should I do?”

[mouse-of-oblivion]

Midas was on a walk in the forest, wearing his new style of clothing. Or well, he had that style for a bit now, because now that he was with his family once again he was starting to be his normal self again – including the sense of style. Of course Midas could only thank his wife Elsa for the style because without Elsa Midas wouldn’t even remember he used to wear clothes like this.

As the weremouse kept on walking he noticed something weird on the ground. Midas stopped and just stared down next to him. It looked like a mushroom, but it certainly wasn’t a mushroom. Would it explode if you touched it? Midas wanted to know but at the same time he didn’t want to touch it. But it surely was interesting thing.

[imogen-the-heartless]

Imogen usually tended to avoid the shortcut that took her back to her house, as the place was hidden well enough for the threat of being raided by bandits to be very real. However, that day, considering that it was still broad daylight, she thought she wasn’t really taking much of a risk.

The first thing she noticed about the man was how well he was dressed. Which was somewhat surprising, since you’d probably never expect to see someone so sharply dressed in the middle of the forest. Intrigued by what he could possibly have stumbled upon that managed to so strongly grab his attention, she shifted from her way a little to take a look at it.

“Oh, wow.” She hummed, crouching down so she could have a better look at the mushroom. “These usually don’t grow around this area. You should take it home! it makes quite a tasty stew.”

[pierce-thefierce-blog]

Pierce had been doing quite a bit of extra work nowadays, between still running his parent’s clothing shop, helping his brother out with the schoolhouse, and working under the Inventor, most often at the telephone company. He really had to give it for people in the old days in Alice’s world who worked this kind of stuff without computers and blinking lights to tell you what the hell was wrong.

Since Ernest always had a million other things to work on, Pierce guessed he had to be the one to figure out why a third of the Woodland wasn’t able to make any calls. He’d already checked all the wires inside the building, so he went out back where, sure enough, there was a hole in the box where all of the wires ran into the ground. Something had probably chewed its way through, so he got down beside the box and started digging through it. 

He opened up a few different compartments and managed to find four broken wires that he was in the middle of trying to reconnect when he heard someone walk and stop close behind him. 

“Um… Can I help you?”

[imogen-the-heartless]

Using the telephone had become such a normal and reliable source of communication in Wonderland, that there never was a slow day in the telephone company. However, with one third of the Woodland out of connection, things were more than manageable, allowing each of the operators to take a small break to stretch their legs and catch a breath of fresh air.

Imogen has just stepped a foot outside the building, when a strange noise coming for the back urged her to investigate. “Oh, don’t think so.” She replied to the man. She was used to seeing him around, but she didn’t recall ever actually speaking to him.

“Do you need help with that?”

[fyeah-mage]

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