THE RULES ARE SIMPLE! POST TEN CHARACTERS YOU’D LIKE TO ROLEPLAY AS, HAVE ROLEPLAYED AS AND MIGHT BRING BACK THEN TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THE SAME ( if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). ASIDE FROM THAT, PLEASE REPOST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING.
Tagged by Stole from: @pianomxn (sorry~)
CURRENTLY PLAYING:
Alice and Cheshire Cat // Alice in Wonderland books @tthedreamcarrier
Umetarou Nozaki // GSNK @justnozakithings
Aravis, Maugrim, Swanwhite // The Chronicles of Narnia ● Isabelle // Talking to Dragons ● Fen // OC ● and other characters @sncrlaxwrites
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Save for the voices strung in her matted hair, the woman heard nothing else. A silent land. A deafening silhouette of buildings. Standing in the open with toes gripping the moist earth, her lungs battered by the wind famished bones cannot repel, the woman didn't like it.
Seek the reason as to why the dead have regained partial life. I thought I was supposed to-- You suppose nothing, insolent peasant. Now go forth and bring the dead back to me. Yes, your highness, I'll--
Gabe turned. What was it? Tapping. Clicking. She strained her ears, tightening her grip on her dripping knife. Oh. Them. They were coming. The first was always the polite one, condescending as he was. And then. And then, and then, and then--the woman gritted her teeth and walked on, bloodshot eyes darting to and fro, praying that she would never see the zombies' master.
Milady, what in heavens'
name are you wearing?
You're a disgrace. Do
change immediately.
Stupid woman can't change.
Can't you see her worthlessness
practically--
Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid.
--in her face? Can't you smell it?
Milady, I do suggest
for you to change into
something more presen-
-table. Are you not to
be in the presence of--
Going to hell. Going to hell and staying there, I say. Ain't she walking
straight to 'nother demon?
Worthlessworthlessworthless. Stupidstupidstupid.
Shh. Quiet, all of you. She's about to find
something. Go on, dear, take a deep breath
and--
Die. Worthless. Stupidstupidstupidstu--
Gabe gasped. She remembered. Pushing the voices, pleading with them to please, please be quiet for a brief moment, she remembered. There was help. "Cat?"
A grin appeared.
She felt a shiver penetrate her mud-stained skin.
Milady, may I recommend
a dress to salvage your
hideous face--
Don't listen to him, dear. Do what you like.
Worth--
"Sir!" Gabe interrupted. "...sir? ... ma'am... Boss? Boss Cat?"
Shimmering, shivering, the grin grew, spreading in every direction till fangs dissipated into gray fur. Then blue. Then striped ears, torso, limbs, and tail. Of the most turquoise eyes blinked once, twice before it gave way to a purr. "Cheshire Cat, my dear new something. Are you here to see the madness of this reality?"
Furrowed eyebrows answered the Cheshire Cat.
The floating feline twisted and slipped into the shadows between two buildings. When its tail disappeared, Gabe heard the grinning words. "My dear Eris, there is a something that may be called a 'visitor' if your perspective and my perspective share the same definition of 'visitor.' If your perspective do not, then you may call the new something as an 'intruder.'"
"I-I'm not," Gabe started, running after the Cat. But all words fell, unspoken, over her bare and bloodied feet, for the goddess she was ordered to meet was before her.
That immaculate white skin was the first to capture her, leaving her breathless. As if the white did not allow even life itself to mar it, so white it was that it brought Gabe to her first meeting with falling snow, the goddess was untouchable. The whispers of the sinful night left their kisses on Gabe's arms, and fear enclosed in cold sweat pasted hair against the neck and back, but there stood the goddess, pure. Divine, beautiful, great. It was suffocating.
Going to hell, I say. Going to die, going to hell, going to
disappear forever.
Stupidstupidstupidstupid. Diediediediediediedead.
She couldn't argue against them. How was she to convince such power to cease from raising the dead?
