#wcnderlanddreamer

[nxthingmxtters]

“You look like you’re from Wonderland. The Red Queen would like you. Maybe the Hatter, too. He likes strange people…” unprompted

"That's a bit cheeky to say, implying I'm strange people but I can't say you're wrong, hehe!" Martha cackled. Her body was a whirlwind of colour as she moved, jumping up onto the nearby table before peering down at Phoebe owlishly. There the clown settled down into a gnarled crouch, her grin matching that of any Cheshire Cat. Wonderland. Oh, Martha remembered reading Alice in Wonderland once upon a time, but it had been so very long ago now that the book was little more than a distant memory, of a time when she had been happy, back when she'd had a... family. Speaking of which, where were this girl's parents? She hardly looked any older than her poor Bruce had been but if her child was out there all alone, Martha would have gone over the city with a fine-toothed comb to find them. "Can't say red is my colour but maybe the Red Queen would be happier that way. Wouldn't want to cramp her style if you know what I mean!" Martha grinned even more widely if that was possible, bone white chin resting on gloved forefinger and thumb as she leaned towards Phoebe with a whisper. "You like literature, girl? What am I saying, we shouldn't be talking as strangers! Call me Martha, dearie. Everybody does. What's your name, and how come you're out here all by your lonesome?"

[borncfwrath]

“P-P-Please…don’t yell.” For Satan. Unprompted

satan never felt...bad about his wrath. that was his sin after all. he was the master of anger, the lord of the dark and despicable, the king of rage. the dragon-like demon snorted, steam billowing up from his nostrils in equally angry wisps.

he sat back in his throne, trying to remember what yogirt had told him about the mind being a temple and all that jazz. plus, the look on the child's face made something...twist inside of him.

"sorry....for yellin' at ya, kid. can't control my temper sometimes."

if anyone was recording this, they would be punished. severely.

[honorhearted]

"I don't even know your name." Unprompted

By this point in the w.ar, Benjamin had grown accustomed to distrusting people, to being evasive and secretive, but with this lost young girl, he couldn't bring himself to lie. She, after all, embodied the very innocence he was fighting for.

"Benjamin," he softly offered, "though you may call me Ben, if you prefer it."

Sliding a trencher forward with a slice of bread and cheese, his smile grew rueful as he added, "I'm afraid this is all we have. If you tell me a bit about yourself, perhaps I can help find your family...or any friends? I presume you're lost?"

He'd found her wandering dangerously close to their territory lines, and very much doubted she was a camp follower's child. She seemed far too bemused to be a resident.

[borncfwrath]

“You’re so pretty!” For Beelzebub. Unprompted

the sin of gluttony grinned, flashing her fangs in a way that was hardly intimidating. hells, you could only call bee intimidating when she was really pissed off.

"hey, thanks kiddo." beelzebub ran a hand through her flowing mane of colors, then squatted down to the child's level, producing a large lollipop from the palm of her hand. "you're really pretty too, you know."