#redemptioninterlude; alice liddell
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❝ My NIGHTMARES are a release from the one I wake up to everyday ❞ Had his mares not all come to fruition ?
❝ The visions in my mind are as macabre as my own outward appearance . Like out here , in there I am not alone. ❞ Maybe there was a time he was only alone out here . Years with his head buried in books , studies then work . It kept him together ... Until it didn't , until it could no longer . There is no sanctuary anywhere these days . Least of all in his own head , least of all in his own dreams .
❝ And what of your NIGHTMARES ? ❞
/ ◖@redemptioninterlude / 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒: " do you remember your nightmares ? " ( alice ) _ THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES . 彡
#◖𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 ? / 𝐢𝐜 .#𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 . 🏛#— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 . 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 . / 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 . ⚖#𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 / 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐯. 𝐜𝐡. 𝟱 / 𝟔 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 .◗#redemptioninterlude; alice liddell
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That isn't love . Not even a fanciful semblance of what the word means and , maybe Harvey with a temperament so unpredictable , anger so displaced yet full inside of him ; had no right to make a comment on that . Gilda ... one moment collapsing into her lap in a pitiful shell of himself and the other , blackout -- he would shout sometimes . Break things , at least that's what remained when he came back to himself . Sweet sometimes , frightening the others . Yet Gilda was strong she could still love him . On account of her own heart being split between black and white , perhaps . -- What a magnificent creature she was . It's over now . Old ghosts .
That's just how their hearts are carved . It was a sentiment he understood yet didn't want to understand .
On his mind ? Yes . So much . The two people that mattered most to him . Both of them were out of reach , both of them so equally bisected as him . Though there secondary mask could come off . -- Bruce , one day this will end and he just hopes , though he knows , Bruce doesn't have a heart black enough to put this conjoined monstrocity out of its misery.
❝ Bothering . Is an inconvenience . ❞ He waved a hand , fingers coiled around a cigarette . ❝ I can get by on inconveniences . ❞ He's a glass and a half in and on his third cigarette this hour . So he isn't so tight-lipped for long . ❝ Batman and I worked together once . We were allies . ❞ Every part of Wayne was an ally so it turned out . ❝ Sometimes I watch it all unfold , unable to do anything . I couldn't anyway -- not without order . No matter what bias' each side of me may have . Such prejudices neither I nor HE can afford to spend . ❞
places like gotham, they collect the miserable and the ill. those that carried their resentment, scarred thick over their skin. THIS CITY IS CORRUPT! anybody could tell you that who lived here. 🎶 the rich get richer and the poor get poorer 🎶. it seemed the eternal refrain that hung over gotham, with the bruce waynes of the world gliding about the top, and the rest of them left as if captured beneath ice, forever staring enviously upwards to the elite that seemed to only see all of this as a good time.
it's why alice finds she has FEW QUALMS about working at a place like this. everyone's just looking to survive. and people here, oh, aren't they so much more honest? so much more real? thieves and murders and scam artists ,all of them! a few drinks in a place that felt like they were surrounded by their own ilk and oh, their hearts felt so wide open. harvey, not so much. two face, more so. but she always did like him, even if he was a little unpredictable. everything about him though was made of black and whites. pristine chance and opportunity. fairness. was anybody surprised that the old DA was someone who looked for something that had always served as the shining ideal in his career? if it wasn't going to happen when things were drawn out, fair and square... well. when he was the one setting the odds, then he'd know how to create a world just so!
"poor thing-" she twitters, a sigh on her lips. the drink's empty ; a fish, she leaves it on a ledge, her palms grasping at the edge of her seat. "i think that's what love can do to people. i can't say who loves who or for what but i do think at least she does love him. to her it's a romance story! and for him, it feels like a comedy. i really do wonder what will happen when they realize their MOVIE NIGHTS might not be what they expected them to be~ but what do i know? they've been at it for years. they'll be at it still to come! some people. that's just how their hearts are carved, you know?"
she finds over time he has rather strict ideals. it feels fitting. she wonders how much of that has loosened now that he runs about with the company that he does. mr harvey dent, twoface, one a symbol of something within gotham. she wonders if people fill him with stories of glory or anger now. to wear the shoe on the other foot, most people can't handle that! though she wonders if he sees himself a villain, or as much as a vigilante crusader as the bat he talks about. she laughs. a half smile. "out of everyone i know, at least you don't get SOUR about it. you're right. things are working out as they should~" a pause, a half smile. "thank god." if only because she found that if nothing else? it did reinforce something essential to what she felt he needed around him.
the cigarette is lit, alice holding out the lighter. she's meant to be company, fodder, a willing sacrifice. but people mistake the kind of brutality that gotham held within it as random and chaotic. it was rarely ever that. alice enjoys the work, the people, the madness. for her, this was the REALEST THING about this city, wasn't it? "something bothering you?"
- @halfdent
#◖𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 ? / 𝐢𝐜 .#𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 / 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐯. 𝐜𝐡. 𝟱 / 𝟔 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 .◗#— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 . 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 . / 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 . ⚖#redemptioninterlude; alice liddell
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∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . ( alice )
𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝚈 the psychic would say this song brings her to mind of the small shapeshifter ; her head bobbing along mere seconds into the tune as she sits on the couch in her dorm with alice— no headphones or earbuds whilst kat is out of the dorm , just march & alice listening to said song at 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 from march's wireless speaker as a large grin forms on the brunette's lips . ❝ ok … i am def adding this to my playlist ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴺᴼᵂ— also , give me more song reccomendations ; 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒~ !!! ❞ pouted lip & pleading eyes are put on display as chin is rested upon the other's shoulder as she does so .
… 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 ( accepting )
#// this song is SO GOOD & SOO MARCH OMG#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⤏ interactions ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⤏ main verse : nevermore / shapeshifter ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ⤏ alice liddel / redemptioninterlude ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ⤏ alice + march / redemptioninterlude ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⤏ answered ask ◝
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🍪 ─ have some hot cocoa and cookies ( alice )
𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ! : it's christmas time meme { accepting }
hot chocolate , cookies , alice alice & cc cat on either side as bunny sits nestled between her partners in crime ; the two people she's had longer than any anyone else , the two who know her & her messy messy ways better than any other could try . she's been pick pick picked apart ; head scrambled , paraded around as a sick lesson & warning to herself & another after what was supposed to be a 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 , 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐-- but for poor marchie it had been any anything but . now , she just wanted to pick up all the twisted , pulled apart pieces-- to dull the ACHE ACHE ACHE in her head & her chest after the little hare had done just as she was oh so good at ; being stubborn & far far too impulsive ; falling for 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 she shouldn't & getting herself in far far more trouble than she ever ever needed to be in-- upsetting bandit , 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 him & herself in the process .... bunny just needed her FAMILY to hold her , help pick up all the pieces of her broken little messy heart .
blonde doll is 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 ; warm mug in hand passed as marchella curls up in the blanket thrown across the three of their laps-- eyes on the table in front of them as brown eyes are lost lost lost deep in thought ; slight twitch , a frightened 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏 when alice gently nudges her to let her know she's sat the treats in front of her-- 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 , sad sad eyes shift towards alice's soft voice ; a small sigh passing through pierced lips of the bunny as she musters a weak smile . ❝ thank you thank you , dolly ... bunny n��ed needed this ... ❞
#// :((((((((#// shes not doin so hot alice alice#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ↳ interactions ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ↳ v1. main verse { we'ɾe ɑll ɱɑɗ ɦeɾe } ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ↳ alice liddel / redemptioninterlude { cleνeɾ pɾettʮ little ɑlice } ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ↳ alice x march { ' σƞlʮ ʄɾieƞɗs ' ɗσƞ't lσσƙ ɑt eɑcɦ σtɦeɾ liƙe tɦɑt~ } ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ↳ answered ask ◝
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unplotted starter for @redemptioninterlude ( mark twain → alice liddel )
He blinks, looking at the woman across the river.
Mark doesn't dream very often, as a general rule; he's not really sure whether that's because of his contract or just another side effect of the sudden bleakness his life has found itself in. When he does dream, it's eerily lucid to the point of immediate overstimulation. This one's not like that at all, but he still recognizes it as a dream.
( This is, after all, the only place he dreams about anymore. )
"Uh." Mark looks down at the rushing water, but feels nauseous just looking at it, so quickly turns his attention back to the girl. He doesn't recognize her at all, but it's not the first time an unfamiliar face has appeared in his dreams. He just hopes this one isn't here to badger him about power, too. "Hey."
He speaks cautiously, but holds himself loosely. There's a certain safety to be found on the other side of the river.
( Not that it matters. 44 had been able to cross the river easily; it's not even deep. It's only Mark who can never seem to make it to the other side. )
"... That ain't much of a good place to be. Nasty stuff past that bank over there."
#sorry this took a bit!#i am not fast haha#there's a lot of river symbolism in this but even if it's confusing i thought it probably would be best to start off in a dream#since any scenario in the waking world would be ... idk. harder to actually write a meeting in i think. for a number of reasons#anyways i hope this is ok!#muse: mark twain#redemptioninterlude
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alice liddell ( @redemptioninterlude ) & charlie 'cc' cheshire
#did i hop on just to share this?#mayhaps :')#— ❛❛ // CHARLIE CHESHIRE ¦ imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality ・ 「 dyn: alice ! 」#redemptioninterlude
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‘ this is the place where nightmares are made. ’ ( alice )
𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 . the mansion before them , no matter how 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 it may appear , was anything but a welcoming place— march knew that all too well from her own first hand experience . if only everyone understood how 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 , how ᵂᴵᶜᴷᴱᴰ the beast living within those walls was ( & she wasn't talking about bandit or jabber )— no one aside from them truly understood how cruel the queen was . a pretty face ; tall , thin , dark hair … no one sees through her the way alice & her crew of misfits did . nose scrunches up ; brows furrowing at the sight of lights in the windows , wondering who could be up & wandering about the queen's estate this late ; hoping they won't notice herself & alice as they crouch outside , just beyond the front yard behind some unkept shrubs .
❝ evil evil evil … we're going to 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 her day , aren't we alice doll ? what shall we do to the wicked old queen this time ? ❞ their last excursion of this manner lead to some very well thrown paint filled balloons flying ; helping 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 out with a fresh new paint coat on the outside of her mansion ! & in her favorite color ; 🇷🇪🇩 ﹐ 🇷🇪🇩 ﹐ 🇷🇪🇩 . though , queenie queen wasn't too pleased at their paint job .
… 𝖇𝖚𝖟𝖟𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ( accepting )
#// CHAOS DUO CHAOS DUO#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⤏ interactions ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⤏ second verse : alice in wonderland/through the looking glass ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ⤏ alice liddel / redemptioninterlude ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ⤏ alice + march / redemptioninterlude ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⤏ answered ask ◝
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Nylon line knotted into an almost singular chain - woven and tangled - consumed more time than saved, but nevertheless, needed to be made right. Until the pads of Shane's fingers were numb, tenderized and softened at the tips, layers of the skin broken down, bound to break and bleed. Nails chipped and uneven in cut; dirt not yet washed by the lake waters still clung beneath, what was once white, then, turned a hideous gray. Knuckles sore, the constant bending and stretching of joints and muscles began subtle shocks of pain. Like small fires that burned across the forest just nearest Shane and Alice. Created by either human or Geeks undetermined; the signs that life ended, the signals that death rose. From pits in the ground, means for warmth and cooked meals, from the victories of nature over society, the ache in Shane's hands finally found their peace when the last knot was unraveled. Resolution in the final curve of his fingers; pinched between the forefingers and thumbs, under and above, pulled tight.
Silence passed, line for fishing finished and restored to new, next did Shane try at the rod. A slender slab of maple carved from tree just beyond the camp, thinned and whittled by Daryl when the hours grew boring, when the minutes moved by slow. Darked at the base - grip and butt washed of vibrance by the cloudy skies, the soils that hadn't been touched by sun since the dawn of time, the shade of yellow and green leaves - crude and plain. Free from the fancy, the most simple and pure of its kind, what had made all the difference between starvation and a full stomach. In good condition still, save for the rod tip; about to snap completely off, crooked at the peak. A quick fix that Shane was certain he could mend. Just needed a little love and a bit of duct tape, wrapped around and secured. A small task that his tired hand and fingers could handle.
Watchful of the fear that flickered within Alice's eyes, Shane grabbed the beige roll that sat on the other side of himself, upon a table once occupied by Carol, until the beckoning of her husband drew her away. A command said most cold-heartedly, the sort of talk that could drive Shane's blood frozen, halt his workings and have him consider to be no more a productive leader but rather a vigilante. Ed skating on the thinnest of ice; as the air that left his nose became heavy, a sigh that expressed more than words could, Shane did his best to distract himself. Focused on the tape and rod tip, listened to the birds and bees that fluttered around, noted Alice.
"No, Alice. We ain't. We can't ever go back."
Glance aimed at the tape that spun in loops, ever so was Shane's voice delicate and gentle. For the sake of Alice and the ears that eavesdropped; so that more insanity was not born into their daily lives, delusions and ideas of grandeur killed before they could be started.
"Alice, honey, this world, it ain't like what it used to be. It ain't safe. There's people out there who wouldn't think twice about doing bad things. They'd hurt and destroy anythin', anybody, who'd stand in their way. Ain't no good guys or bad guys, anymore. Just folks tryin' to live. That old world, the one you and I knew, what all the others in this camp knew, it's gone. We can't go back to that, Alice. It ain't there."
Shane added, the last of the tape loops done with, "but let me tell you somethin', you don't need to be scared. Like I said, Alice, all of us, we're gonna look after you, keep you safe. Can't go back to the old world, but here, here you'll be protected. Cared for, too. I won't let anything bad happen to you, you hear me?"
they lose so much, she hears, when the world comes to rapture. that those who were blessed had been risen from the dead, that their thirst for human flesh was simply a desire to spread god's word. oh! alice grows up in a MADHOUSE, doesn't she? they're impure, as people, you see. that's why they simply could not join the hordes. you had to search, within yourself. to find that true desire and true motivation of what you wished for in life, and then and only then! could you be exulted. alice, then, had played the role of their priestess, the girl who could see, the witch of the woods, or perhaps simply someone's forgotten child. who knew? all that matters is... everything changes all at once. alice, who hadn't found herself yet laid down by those agents of god, found herself wrapped up and pulled away from what home she knew. set free, all too suddenly...
into a BRAVE NEW WORLD.
and what had her time away done but taught her that she was ever curious of all that the world had to offer. there were so many here that were unanointed! but in their eyes, the world lives in a new frame, and alice, she shifts her thinking. why? well, simply because of course! because she was here, and in this land, this space, so full of WONDER, she meets new friends, her, the other orphans and misfits of the woods, they're plucked from their life and given new things... and alice, she's oh so determined! perhaps things are different, but couldn't they still live, oh, so truly to their hearts? now wasn't that something... as secure within chain link fences as they'd been out there, but, ah, hasn't she met the most oddly interesting people since?
shane's always been nice. helpful, the way she knows the elders could be too. eyes bright, for a life that still felt it to her. all doors and locks with shane, it was, but she takes to his attention and to his care all too happily, he always had something NEW to teach her, show her, tell her. alice, who's starved for information! finds it all too lovely, even though there are moments where it hits her, doesn't it? even in places like this, bleached warm by the sun. she wonders. what happens to the elders in the woods? the people she knew? the anointed that walk this earth out there? what happened to what had once been her solid ground? all these things that she might never yet again know. it stings. it aches.
"these past months have been a torment."
funny guy shane, he just takes it on the chin. alice blinking, that pause held. everyone talks as if what happened before, the life before, the life that was, wasn't... quite real. it's enough to make a girl go mad, isn't it? the thought of what didn't slip the way it ought to, into place. "what do you mean?" scared, oh, wasn't this the torment? the worry, the FRUSTRATION? "does this mean we're never going back?"
- @deputygonebye
#redemptioninterlude#Muse || Alice Liddell#Judge and Executioner || Post Apocalypse Era#Location || Atlanta Survivor Camp
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77 ( alice )
𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ! : spotify wrapped { accepting }
❝ she's a 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 , and it felt 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 to be aLIAR . ❞ - 77. molly , mindless self indulgence .
#// LIL TROUBLEMAKERS#// 😌😌😌#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ↳ interactions ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ↳ v1. main verse { we'ɾe ɑll ɱɑɗ ɦeɾe } ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ↳ alice liddel / redemptioninterlude { cleνeɾ pɾettʮ little ɑlice } ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ↳ alice x march { ' σƞlʮ ʄɾieƞɗs ' ɗσƞ't lσσƙ ɑt eɑcɦ σtɦeɾ liƙe tɦɑt~ } ◝#☆゚ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ↳ answered ask ◝
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𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝙁𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙐𝙋, fingers tangling into their dark curls. there's an unusually solemn look in their eye as the acceptance of defeat begins to 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙣, the tiniest of frowns tugging down and down before teeth inevitably sink down on their bottom lip. 𝗛 𝗠 𝗣 𝗛 ! lips will purse into a pout, there's no way around this humiliation, this loss! a battle of wits, she offered, a battle of wits, they agreed. a battle that had started as soon as alice made her appearance, wins and losses from both sides. a battle that continues in their current match of candyland, where the blonde is soon to emerge as victor! she'll wear the paper crown with pride, they imagine, and that thought might actually dull the sting of embarassing failure.
with a sigh, too long, too loud, they'll flip the card in their hand over, revealing bright yellow, which happens to be the final 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧, ❝ womp, womp, womp, off to be stuck i go! ❞ they'll move their piece with a flourish, humming a jaunty tune, ❝ make it swift, sweet alice, you'll get your prize and i won't have to dwell on my display any longer! ❞ it's all jokes, it's all light, their pout vanishing, replaced with their signature grin. they're having a wonderful time, they always do with her. today would be 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩, save for a fresh set of nerves prickling at their belly. nerves, though, they could handle, they would handle.
❝ since you won, the next game is your pick! or, a movie, or music, or whatever you'd like, really. there's no wrong answers, not for the candyland champion herself! ❞ leaning back on their hands, they'll toss their head back, mind cloudy from the edible they'd been chomping away at, ❝ i'm sure you'll want to see the rest of the prizes, but i think it's time for the 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉, don't you? ❞
a starter for @redemptioninterlude !! / charlie cheshire & alice liddell
#BEEP BEEP#here's the thing!!!!!#:')#— ❛❛ // CHARLIE CHESHIRE ¦ imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality ・ 「 v: nevermore ! 」#redemptioninterlude
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dynamic tag : alice liddel ( @redemptioninterlude )
#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ↳ alice liddel / redemptioninterlude { cleνeɾ pɾettʮ little ɑlice } ◝#☆゚ 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠 ↳ alice x march { ' σƞlʮ ʄɾieƞɗs ' ɗσƞ't lσσƙ ɑt eɑcɦ σtɦeɾ liƙe tɦɑt~ } ◝
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“My, how curious.”
Golden gaze focused on the fountain in the middle of Paulownia mall, her body leaning forward and her hands brought up; pads of her fingers gently pressed together as she watched it in awe. Normally, Elizabeth never traversed outside of the velvet room without a companion; but the door was right down the steps and down the hall; out of public eye, so really, she was close to what her equivalent to home was. She could feel the eyes of passers by on her, though she paid no attention; a small hum leaving her as she dug into the pocket of her dress.
She stuck out like a sore thumb in her clothing that resembled something a flight attendant would wear, and the gasps she heard from a growing crowd made a grin spread on her features when she stood on the edge of the fountain; fishing out the pouch from her pocket and raising it above her head, dumping an odd amount of coins ( how did she fit all of them in there, it was as if it was some sort of…pocket dimension ), a playful hum leaving her before she lowered it, tilting her head slightly as she spoke out into the open for anyone who would want to answer her.
“I suppose I must make a wish now, right? Isn’t that how this works?”
// @redemptioninterlude | Alice Liddell.
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⟬ meme / @redemptioninterlude ⟭
🎤 go to a concert ( alice & anita )
“You look so dumb.” She said this with love, with appreciation and with the knowledge that she too looked just as ridiculous as her partner. If Alice — dripping in glow-stick necklaces and bracelets and wearing a pair of large, goofy glasses — looked silly, then it was safe to say that Anita did too because she had made it a point to match. Both glowed as bright as the rest of the concert goers, but what did it matter when Alice outshone them all?
The music thrummed, traveling through her feet and up into her chest. She felt light, she felt transient, she felt there and not-there at the same time. She was warm, she was filled to the brim with carefree joy and freedom. Here, she could scream and shout and throw her arms into the air without the fear of being silenced. Here, she could celebrate the life she thought she would spend her whole existence hating.
And here, while the crowds roared and the vocals soared, she could speak truthfully. Under the raucous din around them, she spoke from the heart. While Alice lost herself, Anita watched in awe, three words falling from her lips in that one second of hazy peace.
“I love you. . .”
Her heartfelt sentiment was snatched away, but that didn’t make her claim any less true. She loved the way Alice came and went, loved the way she tossed herself carelessly into the dreams of sleeping beasts, and she loved the way her face grew flushed as the music reached its highest point. And she loved that this wide-eyed, fantastical, mysterious woman had taught her to love.
#redemptioninterlude#redemptioninterlude ; alice#「 ( anita ; ic ) 」#「 v. from the mountains comes the onikuma ( anita ; obey me ) 」#「 r. reveal the beast that lay under my skin ( anita ; alice liddell ) 」#( anita: sneakily says it even though there's every chance alice could still catch it )
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❛ YOU ARE FAR TOO CURIOUS , IF YOU ARE LOOKING TO FIND OUT YOUR TRUTHS ❜ what determination she has , almost admirable – as alike and different they are . she calls him a monster ( her monster ) and yet finds him in her nightmares , he calls her a fever yet doesn’t seek to sweat it out . they are two colliding forces intending to crash upon impact and yet this time it’s nothing more than a game of chicken and perhaps they have both figured out the respective patterns .
the idea of learning to coexist though is something new indeed . he’s never truly co existed , always been the outlier , the shadow cast out by the sun – even here in wonderland he finds discomfort within the greens and pinks , the oddities this realm holds . ❛ would it be such a good thing though , to coexist with a being like me ? not even in this land of nonsense do i seem to have a place ❜ and that’s okay , he’s long used to the feeling , it’s kept him alive , out of a comfort zone . ❛ what will the universe decide if that is the case after all ? ❜
@redemptioninterlude - continued
#redemptioninterlude#« redemptioninterlude » alice liddell#« post » interactions#« this holy ground burns my feet !! » verse 〈 main 〉#« post » queue
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summer of fear, cont from ( x ) // charlie cheshire & alice liddell
𝗜𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦, 𝗔𝗪𝗙𝗨𝗟, 𝗡𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣 with so many, too many, dreams! dreams of alice, of the white eyed woman, of bossman, of that damn cardi b song. flashes of scenes, twisted moments in time, visions of alice, sweet alice, but not quite-- an alice unknown, with a booming voice, cryptic phrases pouring out, a twisted laugh, familiar, but not: a monster wearing the skin of their lover, beckoning, twisting dreams into horror. and yet, not even nightmares can keep the stray away from their curious girl. it's an easy choice, really, to ignore, to shove away, to say yes to a temporary escape. it's what they need, them two, a day away from the clutches of silver lake, a day for the two of them, a day to forget before the inevitable crash of reality.
it doesn't take long for the cheshire to get lost in the present, to relish in the heart flutters that tickle away whenever alice laughs at one of their ( 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 ) awful jokes, to admire the way she sings along to whatever melody pours out of muffled car speakers. small moments, the ones that stick throughout the years and never get old. it's aalways them, isn't it? despite the curveballs, the messy fights, the months apart, it's charlie cat and sweet alice. and deep down cc knows, no matter whatever truth lies in their dreams, it will always be them.
too bad they don't have time to keep pondering that thought-- their car's all slowed, smokey, and finally, stalled. and then, silence, heavy. silence that alice is quick to break, distracting the brunet with that heart stopping smile. the corners of their own lips curl up and up into a grin as their heads tilts, ❝ you've gotta give me more credit than that. if it was all a part of the plan i'd have picked a better view. ❞ they joke, they tease, they'll stop when they feel alice close, her lips bringing a jolt, and leaving a mark they'll wear with stubborn pride. their own hand reaches up, gingerly brushing blonde strands back, ❝ summer ending doesn't have to be bad, y'know? it'll be different, but.. sometimes 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, don't you think? ❞
ft. @redemptioninterlude
#YUHHHH#<3#— ❛❛ // CHARLIE CHESHIRE ¦ imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality ・ 「 v: silver lake ! 」#redemptioninterlude
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» » @redemptioninterlude dares to ask; ❝ She doesn't expect a space like this - it belongs to someone who's dreams aren't used to being invaded, doesn't it? But they're deeper, FAR DEEPER than anything else she's ever skipped through, a feat for Alice, who's all too accustomed to skipping from one dream to another, with all the lightness of a girl who's lived a hundred lives. How empty it feels, as if the owner itself has sunk beneath the waves, Alice about ready to tear through this space to find a way out of here when she finds a book. Blue eyes scanning it through with her lips pursed, careful, her lips curling at the unstoppable curiosity that grips her now. Could this be real? Her tongue slips between the seam of her lips, her fingers careful, as she lets her knees sink into the sands of this proverbial shore. All she need to do was ASK, was that right? Well then. Her fingers draw out the sign, curious, curious, Alice could not be stopped. 🛏️ Well now. What was to come? A truth, a lie, a temporary distraction? Shoes are toed off, her feet left to sink into the sand. For now, at least, she'll wait. ❞
From How To Summon Your Demons
›› Such amazing slumber. Such a deep state of sleep that could almost feel eternal, unbroken, complete. It were as if the very stars had descended to blanket the mind, their gentle kisses adding another smothering, sweet layer atop all the others. Oh, to never wake up again — yes, that would be so lovely. Yet through the drapes of darkness shone a light, one whose tendrils broke through that protective veil and grasped tight — unrelenting, unfazed, and unwilling to let go of their captor until his eyes had snapped open to catch the origin of the disturbance.
›› The sheer surprise then that ran through his spine when he beheld that he was not alone. Standing there with the source of his summons on that moonlit beach in the middle of nowhere and everywhere at the same time; it was magic in its most raw and terrifying, and yet all he could feel was utter annoyance. To be dragged practically kicking and screaming from such a beautiful slumber...
❝ … You better have a good excuse for waking me up... ❞ ›› came the demon's quiet utter, only barely audible above the soft waves that teased their feet with desires to wrap them in coy, quick embraces. ❝ I was woken up from such a good nap... so I'm not in a good mood. Make it quick so I can go back to bed... ❞
#🐑 // «ALICE LIDDELL» ;; 「 A Sheep Most Esoteric 」#redemptioninterlude#💮 » To Answer Your Inquiry... // «Answered Asks»#🛏️ «BELPHEGOR» ▸▸ Avatar of Sloth 𒁍
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