#[and hércules and his sisters I die]

[andromedagarcia]

Last Boss

[I already answered this with Andro so I'm going to answer it with the other two babies. <3]

Last Boss: List five things you can’t live without.

@cassiopeiagarcia

In no particular order:

Paint... well, paint and painting tools. But I guess I can live without them because I'm doing it right now. I'll change my answer: Art. In any shape or form. I need to be surrounded by art, to be creative, or I'll wither like a flower without water.

Stars. Ha, ha. Yes. So funny, the girl named after a constellation can't live without stars. But it's true. I love laying down wherever, looking at the night sky and just... star-ing. Get it?

Music. Not many people know this about me, but I actually like music a lot. I love listening to it. I love making it, even if I can't really play any instrument, other than a little bit of ukelele, guitar, piano and violin.

Andro. Awwwww, how sweet. But it's true. Andro is only a little bit over a year older than I am, but that hasn't stopped her from being a mix between my best friend, my twin, and my older sister. She's always been there, my whole life, since minute one. Of course I can't live without her. Haven't had to.

I'll say Hércules, but only because he'll get jealous if I don't add him.

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@herculesgarcia

Fuck, man, I hate that question.

I really do.

I could say jewelry, fancy clothes, cool shoes, good food. But to be honest, the only thing I truly couldn't live without are Cass and Andro. I know they are not technically things, but... They are the loves of my life, I think I've said that before. And nothing compares to them.

[andromedagarcia]

wrote a little something for the wonderland AU, featuring the three siblings and @hinataxsunshine and @airi-of-hearts ♡ hope you guys like it!

A curious friendship, that between a rabbit, a mouse, and a serpent.

The sun was setting, the sky looked wounded, the crimson color of spilled blood, like that which covered the white roses blossoming in the Red Queen's garden, yellow clouds like gold spreading on the horizon, as if a painter (Cass, maybe? But she had buried her tools for art with Soma's body. Her words being there's no point in creating anything when all love has died, Andro, you know all my creations come from the heart) had drawn them with their brush.

'So what you are saying is that...'

Andro's voice was interrupted by her younger sister, who started laughing out of nowhere. First, it was nothing but a chuckle, prolonged in time. Then, it was as if someone had just told her the best joke she had ever heard in her entire life. She held her belly with both hands, bent over, tears streaming down her face. Had she stopped crying, since he had died? Would she stop crying? The Mad Hatter was becoming madder every single day.

With a flick of her black wings she signaled Hércules to do something. The soldier obeyed, not only because she was his Commander, but also because she was the oldest of the siblings, the one that had raised them all. The reason why they were in this mess? Could she have avoided it? Doubts plagued her mind and spread like a cancer, but they were not of any help, so she set them apart.

'You want to join our flanks.' The air heavy with lavender, the King of Hearts' favorite flower. What once had been a shiny, lustrous, green garden, in which hedges were shaped into a million different animals, both big and small, fountains threw up glistening water into the air and a hundred types of flowers grew, now was an unkempt mess, one that Andrómeda did not recognize as home.

Her dark, snake-like eyes focused on the people in front of her. A white rabbit and a mouse. Her natural prey. She didn't wait for an answer, a long, sharpened claw leaving an ugly mark on the wood of the table she had, until then, been sitting behind. Now she stood up, circling it, as she liked her lips with a long, forked tongue.

'Wine?' She offered, while she considered their words. 'It's not poisoned, don't worry about that.' She made sure to add, because while Mira may have used those tactics, that was not the White Qu... Mad Hatter's style.

'I will.' Hércules quickly said, leaving his now weeping sister pulling her own curls, rocking back and forth, whispering he's coming, he's coming, he's coming and she'll come and kill us all and she'll come and cut our heads off and the first time nothing will happen, nor the second, nor the third, only I will faint and then on the fourth he will forget his name, was it the fourth, was it the fifth? A fifth one, a sixth one, a seventh one, an eighth one... He'll die then, I'll die with him, The White Queen will die and the Mad Hatter will be born, she'll be born in Bethlehem like the Sphynx of the Second Coming, she's here to stay, the Mad Hatter... But I'm wearing a veil, shouldn't I be the Mad Veil-er? Oh, no, I do wear a hat too, don't I?

Andro resisted the urge to grimace, or to yell at her brother. He would probably be drunkest person in the room in about an hour, making a fool of himself, consuming alcohol being his way of dealing with this whole mess. She was, however, tired of playing his mother. She walked back to Cass, who was sitting under a withering tree, with a white stained dress that reeked of death and looked the part, as well, the veil over her face, not dark enough to keep her from seeing her little sister's features.

'You're wearing a hat too, Cass. It's fine. No Sphynx is coming.'

'No, I'm the Sphynx. I only bring death and pain and death and pain and other things that start with d such as... death, and pain, and despair and doom, tears? DECEASE, DISSOLUTION, DEMISE, DESTRUCTION.' Her voice grew louder and louder, until Andro crouched by her side and placed a calming hand on her shoulder, silencing her instantly. She raised her head, big, bewitching, beautiful brown eyes looking at her, filled with tears. 'He's dead, isn't he?'

'He is.'

Bawling. Lamenting. Mourning. Sobbing.

The cycle starting, once again. How long now, until she forgot?

The Jabberwock stood up, stretching her menacing wings, looking at both rabbit and mouse and promising herself she wouldn't eat them, no matter what her instincts told her. Because she needed their help.

'Just tell me there's a possibility of bringing her back.'