Aug 23, 2013
♟ 6
trionfale, desenchantee, vultummalae, pastriesforyou, sancta-mater
✁— Alice stared coldly, her gaze nothing short of bitter nor frigid. Her grip around her bloody kitchen knife tightened, her knuckles becoming an even lighter shade of white as a flash of light bounced off the stained metal.
"In a land of flamingos, walruses and talking cats, I suppose it's only natural that a weasel would slip in." Her eyebrows furrowed, making her green eyes seem to be even more focused on the intruders. "What are you doing in my Wonderland?"