#redemptioninterlude; alice liddell

[halfdent]

❝  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 

[halfdent]

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

[m4rchellas]

∗ 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      )

[boundlss]

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."

[chmerical-a]

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

[deputygonebye]

Mending tools placed back onto the little table - a collection of decent stock and wares - means that would bring about repair, for more than just the scrappy fishing rod Shane held between his hands. Manmade, as everything else within the camp was; sustained by the efforts and tears of those who attempted restoration, squares of tape, loose shoestrings around the bends, clumps of white glue that were dried only by the rays of the sun, hot and almost unbearable. Reason for why the sweat dripped so often down Shane's neck, into the crevices of his shirt pits, gathered at the hem, speckled his forehead where freckles threatened to appear. As though he were another piece of furniture for the campsite, a lawn chair to become bleached by the elements or a dreamcatcher that was hung onto one of the nearby tree branches by the kids, accumulating more than daydreams, flies and spiders, something to be changed forever, never to be returned to how he was. A man that he used to be so proud of. A man that once hoped and believed - who wasn't so certain anymore.

Rod handle pressed tight into his grasp, Shane studied Alice as she spoke, the nearly nonsensical manner. An ambient music that he couldn't understand; was so engraved into her that it wasn't dared to be broken. A prayer to the Lord above - what used to fill the church every Sunday, pews lined inside of a little building that was considered King County history. Created by the elders of their town, so was said, the nails crafted by local artisans, constructed by the good and the fearing. Painted as white as the gates of Heaven were described. Details lined and trimmed with gold, the wooden floorboards sparkled whenever Shane and Jean walked through the entrance way. Darkened timber and shine, the house that would welcome both a bastard son and a woman of repentance. A grandmother who tried to find answers to her questions. Her faith at the most crossed of roads - united alike in love, for her girlhood and the family she borne - desperate for guidance. Words unknown to him, still, Shane didn't stop Alice, her hymn to the gods of her mind.

Gentle in person, though the ceaselessness of her unsoundness seemed to convey otherwise, there was a tenderness about Alice that Shane couldn't fault. Whether excited or confused - the lines about her face, the way of her smile, the brightness of her eyes - an innocence that proved just so. In another life, lonely and terrible was the thought, she would've been sent away. Blanket around her shoulders, protected from any who wished to see her worse off, a deputy dressed in uniform her issued guard. Anointed by the greats of their shared county, the second-in-command after the sheriff, yellow badge glistening like gemstone, priceless rock. An honor that was bled for, as he watched her from her seat next to his, Shane could see the scene as though it were a memory rather than miserable reverie. Alice hauled to the nearest home; her captors interrogated, sworn under an oath that wasn't legal nor recognized, their laws and ways beyond King County comprehension. Shane left to wonder about Alice.

Perhaps granted more freedom by the undead than not, more than what the others of their camp had been gifted since the fall, Shane decided upon a strict choice, the only that such a leader could make. Standing from his chair, Alice was of no danger to the group, the band of survivors who declared themselves family, as close as kin. She was interesting and unusual; spoke in riddles, as though there were friends of hers that couldn't be seen, delicate like sharpened glass. But she wasn't a threat that Shane felt he couldn't manage. Downright control, should the muses of her head sink their teeth deeper, into the fragility of her heart and drain it whole. Shane could overpower her; pin her down, hands behind her back, whisper sweet words until the obvious madness released her. Returned her to her friends, the group that survived Atlanta, to Shane, who cared for her so. Paternally, somewhat in sorrow, a confidant who could sympathize. Loneliness wasn't destined for sacred few; to be loved, to love, to be wanted.

Casting a glance to her, Shane nodded. Convinced of himself, a believer of her, played with his newest of rebuilds, rubbed his fingertips against the wood grooves, down and then back up.

"Well, you wanna see those seasons, Alice? Ain't no better chance to then here."

Shane added, not quite ready to dull her hopes entirely, would teach her his ways soon. "Come on. You and me - let's get out of here. You like to fish, Alice? Ever been? Might as well try out how good my repair job was, don't you think? We'll head down to the lake. Spend a little while fishin,' just like the pros do. Maybe we'll catch somethin' for supper tonight. What do you say? Better than rotting away in these chairs now."

people like to KEEP THEIR HEADS UP and their hopes high! alice thinks, it's funny, what people do at the end of the world. it's not that it isn't a life worth living, but it is a life made different then things ever were. and it's not as if alice hasn't lived that truth and seen before, the then, the now - it resonates in all of them, their bones, their truth. when she lived as a thing in the woods, the end of the world had seemed a holy thing, and now she thinks, perhaps it's not quite what she imagined it to be. and what a strange new truth this was to command, tongue clicking in her mouth when looking shane's way, expression wrinkling in thought. here, things are different, with rules that are all meant to make people behave, but they itch at her skin. for him, it seems this was always what it was - a society, living beneath the chained expectations of others. the ones he had, still, in himself. in others. holding onto something that felt like it held an impossible grip, but the truth, she thinks, is that it'd cost too much to his ego to see it's grip loosened - who were we, she thinks, without the chains. some people would rather never know.

shane's a NICE MAN, isn't he?

to those here, the dead are not those touched by a holy light. their hunger is not salvation ; and while they avoid the anointed and the pure, perhaps it had more to do with things that she never understood in the first place. the things that they did to stay alive, the things that they have eaten. alice doesn't care to THINK ABOUT IT. everyone here, really, is nice... wary of just about everything at first, she finds, all so guarded about themselves... they've experienced so much hurt along the way, it's no wonder, but alas, alice has never been very good with the word no. the truth, the truth! will have its way. but at least with here, now, she thinks, his ambitions seem simple enough. protect. care. it's there, even if the methodology could be considered crude at times. ah, alas, therein lay the complication, that in chasing one's ambitions, hopes and desires, that those things could come into direct conflict with the ambitions, hopes and desires of others. and then what? more often than not, she's finding, you fight... sometimes you run. it's a wide world out there, isn't it, and they're just trying to survive it. she's just determined to remember to live too.

there's no going back he says. ah. well. she thinks about the where they've been and where she's come from. so much changes, since the world was supposed to be reborn. in a lot of ways, it really did feel that way... something born within her chest, a gnawing, maddening, desire to learn all that she could now that she was out. what a world was it now that she found herself hampered, by the walking dead, by those lost souls that once seemed holy within her eyes. they don't really seem all that keen, here, about her going WANDERING... don't they know it's just because she's gotten to wondering within her head? at least she finds it's still attached. she's still here. watching, regarding him, the weight of his words.

there's a sharper breath drawn. it pinches, uncomfortably within her lungs. were they bad people? and who, really, got to make THAT CALL on it? what was moral and what was right when faced with starvation or death? did those things really have a part to play, or was that simply a luxury of comfort for those who were living? her cheeks hollow out. fingers combing through all that blonde. "i don't think anything bad is going to happen." everyone's here. they're trying, even if it's not always right. she just can't quite tell where the lines get drawn, but... watch a little longer, alice, and you just might see what pinches, what pitches a fit! "if not there, then there's a where at heart. are we going somewhere warm? mmmm, somewhere cold? ah~! i can't remember the last time i really saw seasons-" look at her, already spinning off in another direction.

maybe that would make him more centred... comfortable. he already seems to feel so RESPONSIBLE for it all, that at least for now, perhaps, she could give him respite from her endless drawling need to know everything.

- @deputygonebye

[m4rchellas]

‘  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      )

[chmerical-a]

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

[catsdisco]

“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.

[bunnimad]

🍪  ─  have some hot cocoa and cookies ( alice )

𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑑����𝑒   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   ����𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔   ;   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   ｎｅｅｄ   ｎｅｅｄｅｄ   this   ...   ❞      

[xamassed]

⟬ 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.

[feardrawn]

❛       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

[clavicula-ovis]

     » » @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... ❞

[chmerical-a]

@redemptioninterlude / charlie cheshire & alice liddell

help; my wife put on lipstick and told me to come close so she can blot the excess off. i thought she was gonna ask me for a tissue but then she just started kissing my face and now theres lipstick all over me

[xxyumeno]

❝ This isn’t a test or anything, so you don’t have to be nervous. ❞ ( alice @ solomon )

            Solomon laughed upon hearing Alice’s words. ❝ Nervous? I’m far from nervous. In fact I’m filled with excitement. ❞ Solomon said with that ever present smile on his face. ❝ Did I somehow give off the impression I was nervous? ❞ Solomon was now curious as he asked the question.

@redemptioninterlude + alice &&. 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔢 // always accepting // can be continued

[sorrowmarked-a]

buzzfeed unsolved || accepting

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ” -- @redemptioninterlude (alice & asuka)

Asuka looked upwards, she couldn’t believe they’d actually finished production on the mass produced EVA series. How much had she missed in that coma? Well, she was awake now, and at least she didn’t have to do this fight alone. Which was great since she was just running on battery power now. “I’ll take half you take half,” she said.  And then her bright red EVA surged forward. She was piloting better than she ever had in her life. All her walls she’d let just come down. She hated to admit it but Rei was right. She needed to open her heart to the EVA. To her mother. 

The red god leapt, and crashed through the air, coming down hard on the false god, the force of the impact meeting that uncanny grin, forcing it down, down, down, and apart. Blood spraying against the body of her EVA. Red on red. 

Lady Lazarus. Back from the dead. The white EVA fell on her, and she grabbed the EVA, and broke the grinning monstrosity in two.