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ღ — rafaelchs.

“seafood,” he repeats dryly, thoroughly unimpressed with the answer. he doesn’t mind seafood, of course - he might even say that he enjoys it from time to time - but it’s the idea of having to sit for hours across from this woman trying to think of what he should say - or shouldn’t say. it’s the latter that seems to be of more importance and unfortunately he seems to have already made a mistake.

his jaw tightens for a moment before he hides it away with a barely-there smile on his lips. “you’re right. i’ll take care of the statements, you needn’t worry.” as if he’ll ever let anyone else’s slimy, incompetent hands on his seat, one he’s rightfully earned for himself.

but he is reminded once again that she is not slow, and it is hard even now to ignore the chills running down his body at her voice. “accusations, of – of course not. i’m only looking out for us, that’s all. one slip and they could try to sink us.”

and it kills him to say it, but he knows to put on a not-quite-there smile as he turns to face the queen, two hands in his pockets, one fiddling his pen. (he could kill her now, if he wanted - he was certain, but what good would that do at this moment?)

“i know my place,” he tells her instead. “you needn’t worry.”

“so, where are you taking me, darling? you know how much i love spending my time with you. we ought to go more often! doesn’t that sound wonderful? and i think it would be wise for us to hurry or else i might starve,” she’s all giddy and joyful, and the very idea of making rafael squirm even for just a few more hours is enough for her to keep going with this little charade.

she listens to each and every word carefully, each and every sound tell another story and the way his response is void of any emotions aids her when it comes to making certain conclusions. she knows that she is not loved. but she is feared. and that’s they way it should always be.

“that’s what i like to hear. that’s the way all mayors should act. i think you’re finally learning. but as i’m feeling generous today, don’t forget to express our deep condolences to all the people who knew the victim. think about making a few donations too. it doesn’t matter where the money will go. we ought to look good. always.”

her gaze suddenly turns cold and almost unforgiving, for she knows better than to trust him. if he thinks that he’s fooled her with his little statement, he ought to think again. “lovely,” she says and smiles, but it’s all teeth and rage.

“your place has always been next to me, no? we’re a team, ” - and if he actually believes in this, he better find a new head. slowly, she extends her hand toward him and softly mutters, “now, darling... take me to lunch. ”

#ღ — rafaelchs‌.

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#ㅤ／ㅤ𝙲𝙷. 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 ; 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭?#such remy vibes i can't even jdsksdj

ღ — mdhvre.

FOR: @queenofhcarts DATE/TIME: 09/19 PM 12:45 LOCATION: the White Rabbit

The hour is wrong. He’s not expecting her—or any guests today—isn’t prepared for the moment of arrival because the clock hands clearly show this is not the right and proper time for her shadow to cross his threshold.

Rude, isn’t it?

The rabbits cease their aimless scrambling by some unheard cue, turning as one to face the door, noses twitching, eyes unblinking—turning again before the bell can chime, racing collectively for the false safety of the space behind the counter.

There must be a method to the madness.

The contents of the fifth drawer down, 39th from the left, writhe in their confines from behind him—wood rattling a final warning before the front door opens on silent hinges. He steps out from between two shelves, an annoyed huff the only indication he is not pleased with this wrench thrown into his afternoon.

Honestly now, he doesn’t even have time to prepare tea.

“Welcome. What can we do for you today?”

she wants to know. she wants to know everything, but she does not possess the eyes and ears of every soul in wonderland. but plucking them all out wouldn’t solve her issues, now would it? dead eyes and tongues cannot tell her any tales, whatever they’re good or bad. and really once you take away someone’s ability to speak and see, you’re not showcasing your grand power. merely a hidden fear. you’re afraid of what that tongue might reveal or what those eyes might see.

so she finds herself taking a different approach, something simple, less painful for both sides. she has her pretty eyes and cherubic smile for a reason. all she wants is some information. she knows she’ll get it, one way or another. but for now, it’s better to keep her true capabilities concealed in the darkest corners of her mind. if you wish to slaughter a lamb, you shouldn’t march in with knives and blades. no, all you need is a warm disguise.

“ hello handsome, ” she greets politely, all sweet and charming, but too much sweetness is never good, she might just make you sick to your stomach. “ i hope you don’t mind me stopping by, ” even if he does mind, she’ll brush his words aside. but then again, who can say no to the queen of hearts ?

“ you do have the best tea in wonderland, don’t you ? and i’m awfully thirsty and in need of some company. ”

#ღ — mdhvre.

QUEEN OF HEARTS EDIT(S) : 1 / ?

I SAID, ‘ EAT YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT, DARLING ’

#ㅤ／ㅤ𝙲𝙷. 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 ; 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭?#this looks awful #please ignore me #tw: gore #but i had to post it because of the hearts in a pie !

ღ — rafaelchs‌.

date/time: 09/17, 12pm location: rafael’s office, city hall closed to: @queenofhcarts

“have you had lunch?” and as he poses the question, he hopes her answer is yes, because he’d rather sit through another town hall meeting than have a friendly lunch with the queen herself. but of course, he puts on a smile instead and tilts his head, as he slides over two pieces of paper across the desk towards remy.

“the statements.” nothing grandeur by any means, he thought, but then again, nobody ever expected him to go above and beyond, did they? “if there’s anything i should add, feel free to let me know.” he says, plopping back into this chair, hands folded on his knees.

“you know,” and he knows there is a line he shouldn’t cross with her, but if not now, when? “if there’s something you’re not telling me, it might be in your best interest to share it with me. don’t you find it a little strange, the people that have died?”

“ no —- i have not ! i’m actually starving at this point. but i’m glad you brought it up, darling. i’ve been craving sea food lately, ” she admits with a slight laugh, looking forward to spending some extra time with her precious mayor. she probably makes him feel uncomfortable at times. but that makes the whole thing even better.

she takes a quick glance at the paper, but she knows that it’s all just formalities, empty words meant for the foolish but curious crowd. “ well is there anything that you should add ? you ought to know the answer to this question as you wrote the statements. you are the mayor for a reason. please don’t tell me that i’ll have to find another one, ” is it a warning? a threat ? or a prophecy ? with remy, anything’s possible.

however, his question does not faze her. or at least that’s what she wants him to think. almost playfully, she tilts her head to one side and smiles ; she’s like a wildcat that watches its prey. come closer little birdie, i’ll snap your neck. “ are you perhaps trying to insinuate something, rafael ? of course it is strange ! he was near and dear to my heart ... like all investors. instead of offering me your condolences, you dare to ask such peculiar questions. and i’m calling them questions, because i sure hope those weren’t accusations. ” does she ever tell the truth? now that’s something he’ll never know.

#ღ — rafaelchs‌.#( i love itt!!! )

ღ — rxdacteds.

DATE & TIME: september 18th, 1:13am LOCATION: the heart’s palace casino STATUS: closed for @queenofhcarts

how long has it been? Time is as elusive as ever, lost to the whir-buzz of the machines at the casino, the familiar cards displayed but never in straight succession - two hearts but never three in a row, always so close, so close -

just one more try, no? he bites his lip and pulls at the little lever again, watches the colours blur into one another only to land at yet another mismatched set of three.

he reaches for his pockets, only to find them empty. tugs them inside-out, brushes his shirt and upturns the hemlines and - didn’t he have more coins? he swore ashley gave him just a couple of dollars extra and he still has to run to the market, shit -

“miss,” he turns big eyes to the woman next to him, ever-practiced sugary smile cresting lips. “would you have a dollar or two to spare, please? ‘ve got to buy some groceries still, you see, but ‘m afraid all my coins have run away from me when i wasn’t looking. just a dollar, promise?”

he bats his eyelashes for good measure. considers going on his knees, then figures he could wait a couple minutes to pull out the big stops.

“pretty please?”

there’s a reason why some hearts are so impossible to capture - the game’s rigged, it’s always been rigged, but fools never listen or pay attention. they blame it all on luck, or gods, or whatever the hell their little deprived hearts wish to worship. but what does luck know of remy and her casino? luck has never been welcomed into the heart’s palace with open arms, it quivers at the thought of remy and her little games.

but it’s fun to watch her little clients, it’s fun to see the glimmer in their eyes - the way they cling to hope is admiring. but it’s even more fun when they lose, more fun for remy at least, as she gets to enjoy in the whole spectacle from above; she’s always watching, laughing and controlling the game.

still, some are more desperate than others, but remy can’t really blame them for being so naive. there are all sorts of addictions in the world. some pick slot machines and games at poker tables, others pick red, blue and pink pills. it’s all the same in the end, addicts always end up craving more. and more. and more. so the sweet query that fills up her ears is not an unusual one at all.

“ while i certainly appreciate your enthusiasm and the fact that you’re here in my casino, i’m afraid that i can’t give you anything for free. not even a dollar or two, my sweetie. do you think i would own this casino if i had given a dollar or two to every beggar ? especially to the ones who had thought that batting their eyelashes would help them get what they want, ” she chuckles, but her cheeks remain frozen, as if they were carved out of marble - it’s a sign. despite her laugh, she’s not amused.

“ not even a pretty please works on me. words, i believe, are useless in most situations. they’re so fleeting, easy to forget, here now, gone the very next second. but actions on the other hand - ” she stops, leaving the rest of her sentence hanging in the air. if he’s smart enough, he’ll figure it out without her help.

#ღ — rxdacteds.