#there will be no intellectuallizing things for you girl

[thelyreoforpheusmp3]

just saw aftersun. it was good (great)

[dizzy-and-friends]

Alice: Why Here?

“ I can’t Imagine what it must be like back at the throne. My court of desperate, forsaken, and classless intellectualls who mill about my grand hall whispering deciet to my enemies. Four months I’ve been gone, but what do I know of their time, these two worlds are only linked by old tomes and lies.” Alice mused in thought, watching Fiona type furiously into her homework. 

“Here I sit, as a countess of land flanked on all sides by filth, vermin and powerhungry lesser fiends, lower than my self even. Babysitting a ragged child of human blood, driven to fate’s edge by medicines, my self and her mentally curdled parents. Humans are my food, my toys and my messengers on this plane yet I sit locked in her room as a Poltergeist and slave to the whim of the material world. 

Driven to suicide, we’d both die. Driven mad, I’d never learn my role - a mission granted to me by greater beings? Driven to passion, and she will be jailed like I am now. I cannot leave her conscious sight. Her mind’s eye must perceive me otherwise i will be forcefully perceived. On numerous occasions I have been thrown - violently - into positions where she would like to find me present. Like a slaved Djin i am summoned - and i carry no wishing spells? My majika is mute and spayed, not even Fiona herself is wooed by my incantations.” Alice, trapped in her own limbo, can only etch her thoughts down onto delicate carbon paper which is also used for transfering her prose and prayers when Fiona feels cooperative. The only trickery Alice can employ on the listless young woman is her charm, and guile. Her silver tongue and passionate immagination allows Alice to intrude Fiona’s thoughts quite often. Fiona is a middling child, her opinions are weak because they are molded by the company she keeps. Her charisma is stunted by the parents she heeds. Alice could drive this child to murder, and it would be glorious. 

Murder, however, is a sin that is punished by all of the celestials. Should any be toying with her, she would be set to a pyre and bound to a death under the glorious sun. She can only assume that her torture here is rebuttal for tortures she has so easily passed on to others. You cannot punish the Unforgivable that Alice has turned into.  “Do you think there are other girls like me, Alice?” Fiona asked, seeking an intermission from her tedious Essay. “Maybe they’ve gotten rid of their Alice, and we can figure out how the did it.” Alice swatted her hand dismissively, passing it through the carbon paper entirely.  “It takes a lot of focus to etch these words down, you know? I’m learning though.” “Alice, please.” Fiona grumbled.

“Yes yes,” then Alice sighed. 

“Okay say there were other hopeless, tragic wastes of reproductive material like yourself. And they had the honor of torturing the duchess of a blistering economic powerhouse like myself. Who would you tell about me?”

Fiona rolled her eyes, but acknowledged the purpose of the question.  “There are always stupid people on the internet. Maybe they have a forum, or a webpage somewhere. Maybe a youtube account?”

Alice nodded softly, but dismissed the idea. “As many times as I’ve come to this shitty little planet of yours, I’ve always understood that anyone can claim anything they want on the internet. So how would you know?” Fiona blinked - she could not perceive Alice much as she is now, let alone as a recurring visitor. The human mind tends to patch over information that is larger than itself. “Er.. huh. Okay so I don’t know anything about demons, or .. you. So what if we talked to people about their demons specifically. Things only you can know about yourself, right? Like .. I don’t know, do you … things, usually clean your horns? Are they trimmed ever?” Alice could almost cry herself to sleep! how disappointing the child’s ideas had became. Of everything so important to Feinds and their cultures… “Horns are not unique, bloodurchin. But I understand your meaning. I will humor your ineptitude. However, I will only cooperate with you under one condition..” 

Fiona hated negotiating with Alice.