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2011 Alice in Wonderland Big Bang

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The second annual aiw_big_bang  will be kicking off Aug 27th with author sign-ups.  The minimum word count is 10,000.  Check out the revised timeline and new FAQ here.  All versions of Alice will be welcome, as well as all pairings, genres, and ratings.  The more the merrier!





Ficlets and teacups

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Author:anonymous_plume
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Title: A Contemplation of Teacups
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very mild adult situations? Or, none.
Notes: Many thanks to just_a_dram for giving this a quick once over and providing lovely suggestions as always.
Summary: The Hatter muses about the similarities between Alice and a much loved object in his life.

“This way for Adam's Apples.”

urbis marmorea: desiderium cordis

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Author: silent_remains
Fandom:  Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Rating:  PG--for extreme angst and hurt/comfort
Warnings: MAlice 
Notes: None to think of--but malice, malice, malice.
Summary: Alice leaves Underland after slaying the Jabberwock, and Mirana is devastated.  Then Alice can't seem to remember where she has been.
No… no… no…!

Mirana watched helplessly as Alice began to vanish.  No!  Her beloved was leaving; there could be no mistaking the vision before her.  The pain was intense, liken to the death of a loved one.  One so dear that the heart remains broken, never to mend.  It penetrated to the core of her being and spread like a poison, deadening all the within that was pure and white and alive.  The White Queen shuddered from the impact of the sorrow, and felt it slowly creep up to entangle itself all around her—in and through and about.

Stunned into silence, the White Queen continued to stare at the spot where her dear Alice had once stood.  “Alice…” A whisper.

Tarrant stared at the spot, as well, before finally lifting is eyes.  They fell onto the Queen, and then he knew, beyond doubt, that Alice was more than Underland’s Champion.  “My Queen?”

Mirana’s head snapped up, and her eyes bore into the Hatter’s, looking for an explanation, any elucidation that would help her make sense of it all.  “You asked her to stay… for you?”

Tarrant trembled slightly, not knowing if the words were an accusation.  “Yes, My Queen.  She looked so confused, and I thought…” His speech faltered when he looked into Mirana’s eyes.  They were so full of pain, and hurt.

The White Queen looked away, her features softening.  She could not blame the Hatter for loving Alice, because loving Alice was so right, so sweet.  “Tarrant, will you see to things for awhile, I need…to be alone.”
The hatter nodded, and quickly gave orders to McTwisp concerning the scattered armies.  They began to line up in their previous formations, and then turned for the long march back to Marmoreal.  The Tweedles attended to the Bandersnatch while Chessur gathered the Red Knights in back of the main formation of White Knights.
Mirana walked slowly to her horse, but refused assistance to mount the beast.  She just stared at it, dumbfounded, bewildered—momentarily frozen in time, as if death touched her.  She looked up to see Tarrant turn away from her.  

He took his place at the front of the procession and gave the signal to march.
The Queen watched as the victors left the field, not noticing how the grass was starting to grow again, or the flowers, long dead, restoring to the world in all their beauty.  The gray clouds dissipated slowly into small wisps, only to vanish completely.  Underland was healing, but not for her.  A coldness settled into her when the sun finally shone, its brilliance muted by her grief.  Alice…
Alice…
The White Queen was dimly aware that the screams were coming from her own mouth—wailing and lamentations—for the one that had rescued her heart from herself, the one that had brought light and helped her to dispel her inner darkness. A Champion—no, her Champion. She vaguely remembered to breathe, her shrieking robbing her of much needed air.  Alice…
Mirana stopped screaming and let her head fall onto the beast in front of her.  Her army was vanishing into the horizon, and soon she would be alone—completely alone.  “Why…why did you leave me?”
A question sent out to the lands beyond, but no voice was there to answer.  There was no recompense for her shattered heart; her debt was sealed, paid with by her own tears—and painfully clear that there would be no one to help wipe them away. Her fate forged by anguish and bitterness; her victory hollow and mocking.  If Iracebeth could see her now, she surely would have claimed victory. Alice…
The White Queen took her horse by the reins, and slowly followed those before her.
~***~
Alice Kingsleigh fought with herself—her inner voice pulling her into two different directions.  She had welcomed Ascot’s invitation to see the world, and was looking forward to it with pure delight.  But, a nagging feeling pulled her.  Something was wrong.  An inner voice was demanding that something be remembered, a thing that happened before turning down Hamish’s offer of marriage.  But whatever had happened before was fading away, despite her best efforts to remember.
Alice sighed as the carriage pulled up to the estate.  “Are you okay, mother?”
Helen Kingsleigh looked at her daughter for a few moments before speaking.  “You embarrassed me today, Alice.”
The young woman flinched.  “I’m sorry.”
“What happened to you today?”
“I…don’t know.  All I know is that I cannot marry Hamish.”

“Your father…”
“My father would have wanted me to follow my own path!” Alice snapped.
Helen continued to stare at her daughter.  “What happened today, Alice?”
Alice took hold of the doorknob and stepped out of the carriage.  “I’m tired, I’m going to bed.  Goodnight.”

Alice stared out of her window at the approaching night.  She could hear muffled voices, coming from somewhere else in the house and knew that despite her weariness, sleep would be difficult this night.  Her hand rested on the window.  “What is it, Alice?  What can’t I remember?”  A dragonfly flew past her window.
The rocking horse flies flew past her nose…
The young woman jumped, startled by a sudden feeling of recognition.  “Alice, remember…” She waited for something, anything to dispel the feeling that something was teetering of the fringes of her memory.  But nothing came to her.
Alice sighed again and rested her forehead on the window, closing her eyes, letting the weariness of the day catch up to her.
White… everything is white…everything, but her mouth…
Alice groaned as her eyes snapped open, the vision receding as quickly as it arose.  She placed her other hand on the window and felt a single tear slowly fall down her pink cheek.

“Where’s Lowell?”
Margaret looked up from her knitting.  “Not here, mother.  I think he’s at a Bag o’Nails, or something of similar low rank.”
Helen smiled at her eldest, and took the seat opposite her at the fireplace.  She picked up her own sewing.  “I worried about Alice.”
“She was in such a queer mood, wasn’t she?  Could she be ill?”
“I don’t know.  She refuses to talk about what’s troubling her.”
Margaret sipped some tea.  “Sometimes I think we are what’s troubling her.”
“Oh, I don’t quite follow.”
“I didn’t really notice, but I suspected,” Margaret began.  “Mother, Alice is terribly unhappy.”
“I don’t understand.  She wants for nothing, has every advantage that a young woman would want.”  Helen put down her knitting.
“But that’s it, mother, I don’t think that Alice wants what most young women want.” Margaret frowned.  “At least, not what we a taught to want.”
“Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with her fancies.  Perhaps I ought to insist she marry Hamish.”  The elder Kingsleigh sighed, resigning herself to worry.
Margaret stood.  “Here, let me take that to the kitchen.”  She picked up her mother’s empty teacup and walked slowly away.  She was just as troubled as her mother, but for completely different reasons.  She had always known that her sister was different, not made of the same stuff that most other young ladies were made of—her wants were different, and so were her needs.  She scorned convention, and all the trappings of a proper young lady. And, Margaret knew, deep in her heart, that one day Alice would leave to find her destiny, never to return.
I’d hoped to have a Champion by now.  
The look pained, boring into her, pleading…
Alice shot up in bed and clutched her heart, sweat pouring off her, breathing labored.  “Champion…” What was…was she?  Was she a champion?  A champion of what?
The young woman tossed the blankets aside and swung her legs over the side of the bed.  She used her sleeve to wipe perspiration from her brow.  “What’s the matter with me?”
She was trembling, as a memory struggled to rise to the surface.  Alice closed her eyes and tried to get her breathing under control.  She felt the tug.  There were other times, she realized, when she needed to get her breathing under control, because looking at her…
Alice’s eyes snapped open.  “Looking at her?”  She shook her head.  “Looking at her.”  A twinge, a slight tingling at the thought.  “Looking at… her.”
The young woman closed her eyes again.  This time there was no doubt she was experiencing a memory.  The whitest complexion, blonde hair so light that it shone white, dark brown eyes that seemed to reach into her soul, and deep red lips that needed to be kissed.
Then it hit her, slamming into her with the force of thunder.  “Mirana!  I left you!  Oh, my god, what was I thinking!”
Alice remembered everything—Underland, the Hatter, Salazen Grum, Marmoreal—and Mirana, the White Queen, her beloved.  With the memories came feelings, most profound, and with the feelings came an image.  One so sweet that it burned at her eyes, and tore a sob from her throat.  Mirana—her White Queen—with her in bed, straining at each other in glorious passion.
Alice collapsed onto her knees and quickly covered her mouth with a hand, concealing her sobs from the rest of the house, no doubt asleep by now.  She needed to act, and quickly, before her resolve faltered.  Wiping her eyes, she got up and went to her closet, selecting what she would need for her journey back.
The house was mostly dark, except for a few candles here and there to light the way.  Alice was dressed in black trousers that had belonged to her father, a plain gray waistcoat that covered a simple white shirt, and carried a large overcoat.  She found her way to the pantry door and resolved to exit the house from there.
“I’ve been expecting you.”  A delicate hand struck a flint and then lit a single candle.
The young woman reeled, and found herself face to face with her sister.  “Margaret, I…”
Her older sister smiled, and then walked up to her and placed a finger on her lips.  “No need for explanations, Alice.  I will miss you, however.”
Alice could only stare, mouth agape.  “How…”
“You are not the only brilliant one in this family, Alice.  But, perhaps, you are the one with the most courage.”
The young blonde nodded, and quite suddenly, grabbed her sister and held her tightly.  “I’m sorry to leave, but I must.”
Margaret felt a single tear fall.  “I know.  Don’t worry; I will make it all right with mother, Alice.  You must do what you are meant to do.  And, who knows, some day we may meet again.”
Alice considered this, and nodded again.  “Perhaps.  I love you, Margaret.”
“I love you, too, little sister.”  Margaret smiled at her younger sister before turning around and heading to bed.
Alice watched as her sister disappeared from view.  Then she took a moment to let her eyes wander over the kitchen, and tried to memorize every line, every little bit of a place that she once loved.  The young woman took a final look once she was outside, and smiled to herself as she did so.  She believed in impossible things, and felt that if she did ever return to this place, there was someone she would like to bring along with her.
~***~
The White Queen silently wandered the hall to her own chambers, glad that the Hatter had seen to matters of state and let her alone to grieve.  She was desolate inside, all manner of feeling gone, and a minor copy of herself.  Somewhere, she was vaguely aware that Tarrant was hurting almost as much as she, but she could offer him no sympathies, as her heart had none to give.  All frivolity was gone, her arms no longer held up, but sagging to her dress, too heavy to bear the heavy load she was carrying.
Mirana reached her door and dragged it open, only to collapse onto it once it closed.  The tears that she had been holding in were finally released, and she wept bitter tears.  It was then that she realized she was not alone.  Someone stood in the middle of the room, and was reaching out to her with an opened hand.  
The White Queen wiped at her tears.  “I’m sorry, but I wish to be alone so off with you.  You have no right being in my chamber!”
“Do you really want me to leave, Mirana?”
The monarch’s head snapped up at that voice, and her breathing stopped.  “A… Alice?”
Underland’s Champion strode up to her White Queen until they were merely inches apart.  “Yes.”
Mirana collapsed into her Champion’s arms.  “How… how are you here?  I watched you go!  You left me.”  She wept.
Alice could no longer keep her feelings in check, and she cried along with her beloved.  “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I don’t know why I did it!  I acted the fool, and I don’t know why!  But I love you, my Queen.  I’m never going to leave you again.  I promise!”
And Alice Kingsleigh was home; safe in the arms of the one she would love forever.  There would be time, later, to sort through the pain and heartache and come to reconciliations, but that time was not now.  There was a gentle soul in her arms that needed her touch, and she vowed never to let go.  This was where her life would be, no matter how many days were left to her, or to what sorrows the future might bring.  Mirana was her beloved, her lover, the other half of her soul.  Never again would they be parted.
Alice guided the fragile soul over to the bed and let go.  “I’m just going to…”
Mirana grabbed her and didn’t let go.  “No, please, don’t leave.”
The Champion smiled and gently touched her White Queen.  “I was going to say I’m just taking off my coat.”  She did, and threw it on the floor.  “Come, my Queen, I think we both need to sleep.  I promise you we’ll talk later.”
The White Queen allowed herself to be settled onto the bed, and reveled at the feel of Alice wrapping her arms around her.  “Forever, my Champion.”
Alice felt her eyes closing.  “Forever.”

Searching for Betas and Artists

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15 Alice In Wonderland Icons

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The rest are here at my journal :)

Happy New Years!

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Happy New Years everyone ♥ It seems kind of like most of the Alice in Wonderland fans here have gone on a long holiday.I hope they come back. I made some fanstuffs though


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I obviously didnt go into the White House and take this picture,but here go


Article 23

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Author: mystiquepai 
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland crossover with Lady Gaga's, um lyrics? Bad Romance and Telephone.
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written many months ago. I was playing with Gaga's lyrics, and I'd just watched Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. Beta by vaginal_parfait. Concrit is love!
Summary: "Stop calling me,” Alice shrieked into the phone. “I have no reception in this club, and anyway, I just want to dance!"

“Stop calling me,” Alice shrieked into the phone. “I have no reception in this club, and anyway, I just want to dance!”

And then there was nothing but the monotonous beep of the dial tone. I looked at the phone in my hand and sighed. Club, she’d said. That meant Alice was probably down at the Rabbit Hole, her favorite place to be after hours. This was probably going to be a bad end to a bad romance, but I loved her. Or at least I thought I did. What is love anyway? When your heart pounds? When you can’t live a single minute without someone? When you want to know where they are and what they’re doing all the time? When you just want to sew your bodies together, so that you may never be apart? When you want to handcuff your lover to you? You think that’s crazy. Don't you? But that’s just it, isn’t it? It isn’t crazy. It's love. I loved Alice like that and I’d promised to follow her till she loved me too.

I'd had to.

(It wasn’t going well, as anyone could clearly see.)

The Rabbit Hole was not in any way ostentatious; the only way you could distinguish its main door from the others on the street was a small plaque of the famous Playboy Bunny silhouette. But you could always find it by following the line of wasted party-goers wearing improbably high heels and impossibly stiff shoulder pads. As I approached, the door opened, releasing a burst of muffled music from somewhere inside. Two girls left the club, holding onto each other, giggling. Leather and jeans, silver studded wristbands, round Chanel shades, large Vivienne Westwood platforms.

Yes, I do know shoes. And sure, we all love flashing those double C's-- but who wears sunglasses to a club?

I slid through the door just before it shut. Inside, the music was still muffled, but it made the floor throb as you walked along; thudding up the soles of your feet and seeping right into your head. I made my way down the dark corridor, following the glowing arrows on the floor. Tripped down a couple of steps and through another door in to a room where the force of the music actually hit me like a juggernaut. A throng of bodies, pulsating. Tall beautiful women, so many of them with flawless figures, all gyrating against each other with their heads thrown back. I pushed through them all, through the satin jacketed girls with the fedoras and the short shorts, through the denim miniskirts-- searching, searching for Alice.

A hand grasped mine, I turned, wildly, hoping to see her blonde curls, but the eyes that stared into mine were green, and her hair was dark. She was exquisite, a leggy thing in black shorts and a glittery halter top that clung to her curves as she brought her mouth to my ear.

“Just dance.”

“I can’t,” I yelled over the music. “I’m looking for someone!”

“It’s okay,” she said. Her breath was heavy in my ear. “Just dance, it’ll be okay. This beat is sick, have a little fun.” The beat changed before the words were fully out of her mouth and she spun around, grinding against my hips in a way that almost made me forget what I was there for.

“I’m looking for Alice,” I yelled, “Do you know her?”

She stopped moving, and turned around to give me a quick once-over. “Ask the bartender,” she snapped, and pushed away through the crowd.

Behind the bar, a startlingly white man with a purple hat and orange hair mixed improbable cocktails. He grinned a little too widely when I pushed through the crowd, and mixed me a drink I didn’t ask for. The concoction in the glass was a sparkly blue, and the little paper umbrella he’d stuck in it bore the words “Drink Me.” Now, I’m not one to trust drinks mixed by strangers, so I let it lie there on the counter and tried to get the bartender’s attention.

“You going to drink that?” A pointed finger tapped me on the shoulder. I knew that voice. I loved that voice and all its harmonies, even though I could hardly hear it now, over the pulsing music. I turned to see my Alice, in a plunging dress that left little to the imagination. But then again, I’d seen everything there was to see; why did I need to imagine any of it? I had photos of her on my wall. Photos I’d taken. She doesn’t know I have those, does she? No. She’s very sexy, my Alice, especially when she tries not to be.

Right now, she was trying too hard. She looked like a whore with all the kohl pooling in her eye sockets and the half-smoked Dunhill hanging from her fingers. I smiled and Alice froze when she saw who it was. She started to speak, but was drowned out by the music. Her cold fingers clamped over my wrist and she pulled me behind the bar, opened a door I hadn’t seen before and pushed me into what looked like a small storage room. There were crates of liquor lining the walls, and in here the music wasn’t just muffled, it had ceased to exist.

“What. What are you doing here?” Her voice was not loud, but it seethed with rage, threatening to boil over.

“I... I want you,” I said finally, even though I didn’t know how this would make it any better. I just knew it had to be said. “I want your ugly, I want your disease. I want your drama, I want to be free. I want your love, and I want your revenge. I want you. I want your everything. I want your love, I can’t just be friends anymore, Alice!”

Alice’s face was in her hands. When she finally looked at me, for one mad moment, I mistook the sparkle in her eyes for a precursor to some joyous confession of everlasting love (and then maybe some wild sex in the storage room).

I was wrong.

“No, you want to track me.” Her voice was livid. “I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, don’t you get it? It’s not that I don’t like you, I just want to party right now. And I’m sick and tired of my bloody phone ringing all the bloody time! You call me every five minutes, you think that’s going to make me leave any faster? I should have just left my phone at home, this is a fucking disaster!”

I could do nothing but watch as she yanked open the door, letting in a blast of sound, and stormed out to the bar.
I sighed, defeated, and followed her, my steps heavy.

Alice was downing a drink, her hair awry, eyes closed. Tipping the very last drop down her throat, she opened her hand and let the glass in it smash to the floor. I bent down and picked up a paper umbrella from the mess of glass. It said, simply, “Drink Me.”

A commotion from the crowd, I looked up. Before my very sober eyes, Alice was… shrinking. Her eyes were wide, horrified, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. She grew smaller and smaller till she was completely hidden from the crowd by the bar. When she stopped, she was about the same height as a shot glass.

I knelt down, considering the figure. She was the same, beautiful, proportionate Alice, she’d just shrunk. Like a shirt in the wash. For a minute I considered stomping on her, like I would a bug. But no, this was Alice! My love, my life, my heart. I gently closed my fingers around her waist and picked her up. She struggled and screamed, but I put her in an empty martini glass on the bar, too slippery for her to climb out of.

And then it dawned on me: how much better this Alice was for me. A slow smile spread over my face. I bent down until the glass was at eye level and whispered: “Now I can keep you with me all the time, Alice. And you know what? I’m going to keep you here, right next to my heart.”
I tipped her out of the glass and into my shirt pocket, and pushed my way out of the bar. She'll be with me forever. I'm never letting her go, you see.

~fin

~ There is a place like no place on earth;


Alice x Tarrant meme

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Three parts of a ten part meme:


~10 Ways of Flirting Meme~

-Holding hands
-Grabbing the arm
-Entwined fingers
-Hugging
-Embracing
-Holding from behind
-Lifting up
-Carrying on back
-Hiding the face in
-Touching foreheads



Lifting up Bridal Style  -





Embracing




Holding from behind


20 Helena Icons

Icons x 70 (multi-fandom)

What I've Breathed - fanvid

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The theme that came up while making was Regret



The Violet Hour

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The soft hum of trickling water drew her in, so she veered from the path she was on, and followed its gentle resonance.  She made her way carefully through the thick brush, dodging rocking horse flies as she did so. The shade afforded her by the low hanging tree branches gave way to a muted sunlight; the warm day was ending and turning into a pleasant and fragrant dusk. 
 
Alice followed the brook and found it fed into a small-secluded pond.  Alice stopped and crouched behind a bush as a gentle splashing sound caught her attention.  She peeked from behind the bush and saw Mirana, the White Queen, lazily skimming through the water, her form naked, and breathtaking.  Alice gasped, and quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, in a vain attempt to go unnoticed.  
 
But, as in everything that goes on in Marmoreal, serendipity should see that Mirana had, indeed, heard that rushing intake of air and that her heart should flutter for it.  She had suspected—by a glance here and there, attentiveness that bordered on absurdity—that her Champion had given her heart over to love, just as she had done the day that Alice arrived in Marmoreal, full of youth and beauty.  
 
She could no longer hide her affections. Mirana smiled inwardly, and made a pretense of bored interest.  “Hello?  Is someone there?”
 
Alice wiped a sweaty palm over her dress but made no move to answer her Queen.  It was not that the girl did not know her own heart, she did, and after all, she was the Alice.  But fear overwhelmed her at this moment. She attempted to slip away.
 
The White Queen sauntered towards the shore, coming out so far as to show her breasts.  She called out to the retreating form, “Alice, is that you?”
 
The girl halted her steps, and slowly turned to face her Queen.  She started to tremble upon seeing Mirana’s ample endowments.  “Yes, my Queen?”
 
“All you feeling all right, Alice?”  
 
Alice tore her eyes from Mirana’s breasts.  “Ummm…”
 
“I thought you didn’t want to play that game anymore?”
 
“What game?”  Alice squeaked. 
 
Mirana’s hands flitted through the air.  “You know, ‘Um and the Red Queen.’”
 
Alice held up her hands.  “No, I don’t!  But…”
 
Mirana lowered her head. Requited love, she thought, ought not to be denied.  Her heart longed for this girl; she ached to hold Alice in her arms.  Smiling, she languidly glided out of the water, and picked up a towel that was thrown over a bush.  “Will you dry my back, my Champion?”
 
Alice, overcome with sensations that could be her undoing, failed to register the mirth in her Sovereigns voice.  She clutched the towel with shaky fingers.  “Yes, your Majesty.”
 
Mirana waited, and then waited some more, but nothing happened.  “Alice?”
 
There are times when one must be in tune to the melody that permeates the universe.  It is liken unto a siren call, but it is not meant to lure one to doom, but to gently coax those who do hear it into following the truth found in one’s own heart.
 
There was a rustling sound behind her, and she slowly turned.
 
And Marmoreal is a magical realm; bursting with all the songs of the universe, all things that one could ever want and hope for.  And if there was one thing for certain, it was that Alice had proven in the past to have quite an aptitude for courage and muchness.
 
Alice had spread out a large blanket on the forest floor between them.  She stood at the opposite end, grinning.  “One of us is wearing too many clothes, I think.”
 
Flustered, Mirana could barely find her voice.  “You think so?”
 
“Turnabout is fair play, don’t you think?”  The girl started unbuttoning her dress; her mischievous eyes never left Mirana.  The dress fell and pooled at her feet.
 
The White Queen licked her dry lips and smirked.  “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Alice Kingsleigh?”
 
Alice closed the distance between them.  “I’m sure I can guess.”  She pulled the taller woman to her and lowered them both to the blanket.
 
Now at this point we will leave them to their much-deserved privacy.  Needless to say, but a new and different sound was heard in the forest that warm and lazy late afternoon.
 
 
Chessur, who went to investigate, was scarred for life.
 

Article 16

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Hello, everyone!

This summer, I've decided to put together a sort of fandom awards cerimony for the various adaptations of Alice in Wonderland. However, I need your help, if you're willing!

First of all, although this isn't nessisary at all, I would love to have an Alice-themed LJ layout for the site. If not, a banner encompasing various adaptations would be wonderful as well. So if anyone out there is more graphic-savvy than I and is willing to help with this, I would be oh-so gratefuly!

Secondly, I'm still putting together the categories and the adaptations I should draw from. So far, the "essential" Alice In Wonderland adaptations I've gotten are:
  • The 1951 Disney film adaptation
  • The 1999 film adaptation
  • SyFy's 2009 mini-series adaptation
  • Tim Burton's 2010 film adaptation
  • American McGee's video game Alice and Alice: Madness Returns
  • The upcoming Broadway musical Wonderland
I tried to vary my sources and go with more well-known adaptations, but are there any other ones that people feel should be included? I'll probably be asking people's opinions on the Award's site (once it's created) about nominations as this moves forward.

And finally, moderators, if a post like this isn't allowed, please tell me and I'll take it down right away.

Thank you!

This Mortal Coil

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Author:silent_remains
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Rating: MA
Warnings: Major character death; MAlice ; angst ; hurt/comfort
Notes: None to think of.
Summary: When her best friend dies, Alice is thrown into a maelstrom of self-doubt and heartache. Subsequently, Mirana thinks she is going to leave her.

"How did it happen?"

"I’m not exactly sure.” Mirana let go of the lifeless hand.  “He was helping his remaining clansmen rebuild Hightopp village when the accident happened."


Alice looked at the still face of her fallen friend.  “Who witnessed it?” 

“Aachen, Aelfraed—Mallymkun, I think.”  The White Queen wiped at a single tear.
 
Alice reached over and gently pulled the blanket up over her friend’s body.  “I want a full report from Aachen as soon as
he is able to give one.”
 
Alice blinked, and the sure realizations that her beloved friend was dead slammed into her like a crest from a choppy sea.  It was as if someone had struck her with a mighty blow.
 
The white knight nodded.  “Aelfraed is available now if you’d like to speak with him, Lady Alice.”
 
Alice shook her head.  “No, I don’t really like or trust that man.  Will you see to it, Knight Harthacanute?”
 
“Yes, my Lady.”
 
Mirana reached over to her Champion.  “Would you like—“
 
The girl moved out of Mirana’s reach.  “If you will excuse me.”  She spun on her heal and left.
 
The White Queen slowly lowered her hand and stared at the spot where Alice was standing, stunned by her Champion’s curtness.
 
*****
 
The warmth of the fire failed to find recognition, yet she continued to stare into its depths, hoping to find answers to the invading questions within.  Mallymkun, sitting on her shoulder, sighed.
 
Alice continued to roll the glass of brandy between her palms.  “What is it, Mally?”
 
“I feel so guilty, Lady Alice.”
 
The Champion forced a small smile.  “Just Alice, please, Mally.”
 
“I’m sorry, my dear, “ The Dormouse lamented.  “I wish that I’d seen that loose plank sooner.”
 
Alice ran her finger over Mally’s head.  “Don’t fret yourself so, little one.  It was nobody’s fault.”
 
Mallymkun nodded.  “I’m going miss him—terribly.”
 
Alice could feel the tiny sobs that wracked the little body on her shoulder.  She downed a rather large gulp of brandy.  “We all are.”  She continued to stare into the flames, hoping for answers.
 
She felt, rather than heard, the heavy sigh coming from the top of her footstool.  “I know you are here, Chessur.”
 
The cat materialized and sank heavily on the footstool.  His usual perkiness gone, a shadow of himself, deflated. “Hello, love.”
 
“I’m not in the mood for conversation, Ches.”
 
“And I’m not here to engage you in one, my dear girl.  But…I’m feeling a bit off.”  Chessur curled up into a ball and closed his eyes.
 
“All the best people are.”  But the comment went unheard, as her companions were asleep.  Alice settled back into the over-stuffed chair and closed her eyes.
 
 
Mirana glanced at the clock then turned over on her side, it was late, and Alice had yet to return to their bedroom.  She wondered where her Champion could be at such an hour, especially in light of the tragedy that befell them all earlier in the day.  She knew how close Alice was to Tarrant, had even suspected that…  Mirana sat up; it was best not to let one’s mind wander unwanted paths at such a dark hour.  She realized that sleep on this night would be impossible, so she donned her dressing gown and left for her gardens.
 
 
The funeral procession ended at foot of the Antipodes of Truth and Untruth, a strange mountain formation in a queer part of Underland.  On the northern face, but also on the south, the great iron gates led to the foundations of the world—the Land of Bitter Shades and the Havens of the Greatly Fallen.  Row upon row of stately Knights stood at perfect attention as the Royal carriages passed between.  The White Queen and the Champion of Underland rode at the front, followed by the funerary carriage.  The rest of Marmoreal’s elite followed behind them.  When the procession reached the Northern Gates the carriages stopped and formed a circle.
 
Despite the grandeur of the large gate, it was supported by a simple and unadorned post and lintel.  A plain architrave extended from the top of the lintel and was supported by two large columns.  Their shapes resembled tree trunks.
 
Alice, dressed in her armor, exited first and extended her hand to her Queen.  “My Liege.”
 
As Mirana exited the carriage a knight approached and handed her a ceremonial horn.  Within moments of blowing the horn a gryphon flew into view and landed on the architrave.  “White Queen of Marmoreal, do you require safe passage?”
 
Mirana wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and approached the gate.  “Not for myself, kind Eadweard, but for our fallen friend.  Will you ferry our brother to what lies beyond?”
 
The gryphon flew down and landed just feet away from the monarch.  It was tall.  “White Queen of Marmoreal, you very well know my price.  Are you prepared to give it?”
 
Alice stepped up and handed a rather heavy bag to her Queen.  Mirana in turn wrapped it around the large gryphon’s neck using leather straps.  “Your recompense, kind Eadweard.”
 
Eadweard chuckled and extended a claw, it gently caressed Mirana’s cheek.  “It has been a long while, hasn’t it, rightful Queen?”
 
“You know it is my hope that we would never have to meet.”
 
“I understand.”  The Gryphon turned its massive head and regarded Alice.  “And who is this one, Mirana?”
 
The White Queen extended her hand and Alice stepped up to her, taking her rightful place at her Queen’s side.  “This is my Champion, Alice Kingsleigh of London.”
 
“Champion Alice Kingsleigh, I know you now.”  Eadweard reared up and flew to the funeral carriage.  Four knights unhooked the horses and placed one bridle around the large animal.  When the carriage reached the massive gate the gryphon let out a large howl and the gates slowly opened.  Just before entering, the beast turned to the White Queen and looked at her strangely.
 
“White Queen of Marmoreal, you have a secret, don’t you?”
 
He was the guide between truth and lies, knowing both, yet favoring neither. Mirana blushed and lowered her head.    “You never fail, do you?”
 
Alice watched the exchange and turned to Mirana.  “What is Eadweard talking about, Your Majesty?”
 
The White Queen placed a hand onto Alice’s arm.  “We’ll talk later, my Champion.”
 
The blonde didn’t object, nor did she follow her Queen into the carriage.  Rather, she mounted one of the Knights horses and galloped away, not saying goodbye to anyone.  For the second time in as many days, Mirana was stunned be the actions of her Champion.  She settled back into seat and tried not to let fear grip her heart.
 
 
Alice looked around trying to find the merchant she was looking for.  She did not like visiting the Guilding Hall.  It reminded her too much of the busy London streets, always overcrowded with merchants and tradesmen. 
 
“Aachen.”
 
The merchant looked down from her perch on the ladder.  “Hello, Lady Alice.”
 
“Do you have a moment?”
 
“Yes, of course.”  The merchant led Alice to her small room in the Hall.  “Would you like some tea?”
 
The blonde waved her hand and sat down.  “No, thank you.  But I would like to talk to you about something.”
 
Aachen sipped her tea.  “I believe you already have my statement about the accident.  McTwisp came yesterday for the scroll.”
 
“And I thank you for that.  It’s another matter altogether.”
 
“What can I help you with?”
 
“I hear you actually have some money from the world above.”
 
“Yes, Lady Alice, I have quite a few British pound sterling.”
 
Alice smiled.
 
Chessur, who had been following Alice out of curiosity, decided not to materialize, and left rather puzzled. 
 
 
Mirana finished arranging the new flowers in her garden, then sat back to observe her handiwork.  She liked her progress.  “Yes, McTwisp?”
 
The white rabbit fidgeted as he stood next to the garden.  “I…have the receipt, Your Majesty.”
 
The White Queen frowned.  “Receipt?”  She did not remember acquiring anything that would require the need for a receipt.
 
McTwisp fiddled with the parchment.  “It’s…well, it’s for Alice, my Queen.”
 
Mirana got up and took the parchment. “Let me see…” She looked over the receipt for a few seconds then gasped in surprise.  The shock knocked her to her knees and robbed her of her breath.
 
The rabbit began to hyperventilate.  “What…what…. what is it?”  In his distress, Nivens forgot the honorific.
 
Wracked with sobs, the monarch clutched at her heart as the parchment fell to the ground.  It was a receipt for a current map of Marmoreal, showing the exact location to the portal to the land above.
 
 
Chessur flitted through the halls, spying on Thackery for few moments, and then materialized in front of door to the Hatter’s empty chamber.  As he hung his head a sound from inside the room caught his attention.  He evaporated right away only to rematerialize in front of the White Queen, who was seated at the hatter’s old sewing machine.
 
The cat breezed by his Queen, his tail softly caressing her face.  “What troubles you, dear one?”
 
Mirana looked up, her tears flowing.  “Alice is going to leave.”
 
Chessur flipped onto his stomach and landed on the sewing machine.  “How do you know?”
 
“She’s…she hasn’t been herself.  She purchased a map showing the new portal to the world above.”  Mirana wiped at her eyes, her next words were barely a whisper.  “She has abandoned our bed.”
 
“When did you see her last?”
 
“Yesterday she attended our breakfast, but barely said a word to me.  I found her a few hours later on our balcony, staring off into the whatnot.  She looked so sad and forlorn.  I had not the courage to approach her.”
 
“Why, Mirana?”
 
“My beautiful, sweet Alice must never be shackled, my friend, not even to me.  I love her too much to fetter her spirit to this world.”
 
The cat hesitated for a moment, and then pressed on.  “Did you know she inquired of the merchant Aachen two days ago?  She received—what is it called—money from her.”
 
Mirana slowly stood, regaining a small portion of her composure.  “Cancel all my affairs for the day, Chessur.  I will be in my chamber for the rest of the day.  Have a Knight posted so I won’t be disturbed…by anyone.”
 
 
Alice sat under the branches of the cherry tree, watching the small brook bubble and flow past her.  Her eyes were closed and her heart was hurting.  She knew that she was causing her beloved a pain she thought she never would, but she had been shaken to her core at the sudden loss of her dear friend.  It threw her into a maelstrom of self-doubt and heartache. Everything that she thought she held dear was suddenly called into question.  
 
Dear Mirana…I thought I had escaped the vagaries of my world here in Underland, but I was wrong.  
 
She had been wrong to think that she could escape life’s realities in this faerie land, and, ultimately, knew that her decision because of it was the right one.  She would never again wander these lands as Marmoreal’s Champion.  She looked at the map and currency in her hands then threw them in the stream.
 
 
Alice was surprised to see a royal Knight guarding the doors to her chambers.  “Is there something wrong, Knight Eadmund?”
 
“I have been charged with allowing no one to enter the Queen’s chambers, Lady Alice.”
 
The blonde frowned.  “These are my rooms, too, so step aside.”
 
The Knight hesitated.  “As I have said, Lady Alice, no one is allowed to enter.”
 
You will let me pass.”  Alice unsheathed the Vorpal sword and pointed it at the Knight’s head.
 
“As you wish, my Lady.”
 
*****
 
The curtains were drawn, and the only illumination was the flicker of a few candles.  It took a few moments for Alice to become accustomed to the darkness, and the silence.  “Mirana?”
 
“Alice?”  The White Queen was surprised, she had not expected to see her Champion.
 
Alice felt the tension; she knew she had to breech the chasm between them.  “I was hoping I could speak with you, my—Mirana.”
 
“Whatever for?  If you must leave me, then please do it now, I do not want you to see me shatter.”
 
“Leave you?”  The blonde felt her heart sink, she had grievously miscalculated what her actions might have done to the woman she loved.  “Oh, Mirana, what have I done.”
 
The Queen faltered.  “What do you mean?”
 
Alice took a few steps forward.  “I don’t want to leave you, Mirana, you are my life!”
 
“You don’t want to leave me?  You still love me?”
 
“I never stopped loving you or wanting to be with you.  But I was just so confused when Tarrant died.  It felt like my old life in London was coming back to claim me.  I had forgotten what death and horridness felt like.  I’d forgotten I was still tied to this mortal coil.”  Alice closed the distance between them.  “I am so sorry, my love.  I needed to come to a few decisions, and I think I have.”
 
Mirana finally broke down and was quickly enveloped in the arms of her Champion.  Alice held her lover closely, her small frame absorbing the shaking of the taller woman.  How long they simply held each other neither one of them knew or cared.
 
“I owe you so much, do you know that?”  Alice caressed her Queen’s cheek.  “You saved me, in a way.”
 
“And how did I do that, my Champion?”
 
“Any life I could have had above would have been horrid.  They expected me to marry a man and be miserable.”  Alice wiped away Mirana’s tears.
 
“So I saved you from marriage?”
 
Alice smiled genuinely for the first time in days.  “Well, not exactly.  You saved me from marrying a man, that is.”
 
Mirana gently caressed her Champion’s face.  “I thought I’d lost you.”
 
“You never will.  And now I’d like to make it official.”  Alice lowered onto her knee and reached into the small satchel around her waist.  She produced a small white box and opened it, revealing a perfect diamond ring.  “Will you marry me, Mirana of Marmoreal?  Will you be my White Queen forever?”
 
Mirana gasped.  “Marry…yes…yes…yes!”
 
Alice gently slipped the ring onto her Queen’s finger then stood up and wrapped her arms around her beloved.  “I love you.  I want to be together with you as…well, as…”
 
Mirana ducked her head.  “As my husband?”
 
Alice blushed profusely.  “Well…umm…yes.”  She took Mirana by the hand and led her over to their large bed, but then she hesitated.  “Does this mean we should wait for…”
 
Mirana smiled and gently soothed her lover.  “Do you want to wait?”
 
Alice reached for the clasps holding her armor in place.  “Ask me when I’m naked.”
 
Mirana did, and wasn’t surprised when an eager Alice divested her of her clothes.  There were many concerned members of the Queen’s court who tried to inquire as to how she was.  But as they raised their hands to knock on the door the ensuing moans and gasps of pleasure sent them running.  Knight Eadmund had long since abandoned his post.
 
*****
 
Alice sighed and gently ran her hand up and down her Queen’s back.  Mirana was wrapped around the smaller woman, her head resting on Alice’s chest.
 
Mirana smiled.  “I can hear your heart beat.”
 
Alice sighed again and kissed Mirana’s forehead.  “I love you.”
 
The Queen began to draw small circles over her Champion’s stomach.  “Do you remember when we used my love making magic a few months ago?”
 
Alice grinned.  “How could I forget?”
 
“Did you like having…that?”
 
The blonde flipped Mirana onto her back and climbed on top of her. She whispered into her ear.  “Mirana, I was inside you.  That feeling was wonderful.”
 
“I’m glad.  Alice, my love?”
 
The blonde began to move, spreading Mirana’s legs apart with her knees,  “Yes…”
 
“I’m pregnant.”
 

urbis marmorea: intellegens

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Title: urbis marmorea: intellegens
Length: about 1600 words
Rating: MA
Summary: Alice is still doubting that Underland is real, and is sent off by Absolem to find the truth.
Warnings: Malice
 
"urbis marmorea" will be a series of vignettes to fill in the gaps, and to answer questions.
 
 
“I’ll miss you when I wake up.”  Alice’s attention was drawn back to the valley below, and how the mists seemed to weave in recognizable patterns.
 
Tarrant shook his head, his tone reflected his disappointment.  “Well, then… I shall take this time for a late night tea.  Fairfarren, Alice.”
 
Alice closed her eyes; she had not meant to hurt the forlorn hatter, but she firmly held to the belief that this world was not real.  At least, not real in the sense that London was real—with its choked and crowed streets, its citizens who lived on the edge of a knife.  She sighed and lowered her head.
 
The voice was small, yet held a surprising bite.  “Around the bend, again, dear girl?”
 
The girl looked to her left, and saw Absolem perched on an overhanging branch, his hookah beside him.  “I’m ignoring you because you aren’t real.”
 
The caterpillar blew smoke in her direction.  “Oh, am I not?”
 
Alice coughed.  “Will you stop doing that!”
 
“Doing what?”
 
“I can’t stand that smoke.”
 
“Nonsense.  If I’m just a figment then my imaginary smoke would be of little concern to you.”  More smoke followed.  
 
“Enough already… for the moment we will agree that you are real.  But only for this moment, mind you.”
 
“Fair enough.  I shall reiterate.  Are you around the bend, again, stupid girl?”
 
“Completely bonkers… and I’m not stupid!”
 
“Stupid enough to tell that lonely hatter that he isn’t real.”  Absolem looked at her pointedly.
 
Alice cringed. “I feel bad about that.”
 
“As you should.”  This time, the smoke flew over Alice’s head.
 
The blonde ducked her head.  “Please stop.”
 
Absolem puffed some more smoke.  “It must be quite ridiculous to be off your head most of the time.”
 
“Why do you say that?”
 
“Why do I say what?”
 
“That I’m off my head!”
 
“You are?”
 
Alice groaned.  “Why must everything here be encased in riddles?”
 
The caterpillar adjusted his eyepiece.  “Maybe because we here in Underland hold ourselves to a higher standard than those in the world above.”
 
The young woman frowned.  “How do you mean?”
 
“We talk in riddles yet understand each other perfectly.  You speak with direct words yet fail to comprehend each other at all.”  Absolem puffed out a particularly pungent cloud of smoke.  “Miserable lot, all of you.”
 
“Well, maybe not all of them.”  The Cheshire cat materialized next to Alice and flipped onto his side.
 
Absolem puffed in his direction.  “Who are you?”
 
“Your favorite broading brut, my dear caterpillar.”  Chessur turned his attention to Alice.  “Hello, love.”
 
“Hello, Chess.”  Alice continued to stare out into the trees, her eyes captivated by the mists swirling among them.
 
Absolem regarded the girl.  “Perhaps Alice should see the Frabjous Day Room.”
 
The cat evaporated then reappeared on the same branch as the caterpillar.  “You know only one person is allowed in there—the White Queen.”
 
“It is perhaps right to follow the rules all of the time, but it is equally right to ignore some rules when necessity dictates.”  He blew smoke at Chessur, who used his tail to wave it away.
 
The cat landed on his back in front of Alice.  “I’ll take you to the hall in Marmoreal where the Frabjous Day room is, but that’s the end of it.”
 
*****
 
“I still don’t know why you brought me here.”  Alice appeared to be annoyed, but inwardly, she was a little curious.
 
“Perhaps you had better look for yourself.”  Only his grin lasted for a few moments before completely disappearing.
 
The blonde tried the knob.  “Brilliant, Alice, why didn’t you get the key!”
 
Alice looked around the ornate door, trying to figure out if there were clues that would help her get inside.  Just left of the door was a side table with a large vase on top of it.  She reached into the vase and procured a key.  The girl smiled, then turned suddenly at the sound of approaching footsteps.  She carefully dropped the key back into the vase and hid around a corner, behind a potted tree.  Alice peered from her hiding place and watched as Mirana of Marmoreal stepped up to the door.  The White Queen sighed first, and then used the key to enter the room.
 
After several moments of waiting, the blonde crept up to the door and opened it.  The door opened up to a rather long corridor with another door on the opposite side.  As she proceeded down the hallway her path became illuminated by something unseen.  The ethereal light showed a series of paintings on the walls.  
 
Alice gasped and then stopped.  The paintings were revealing scenes from her life, and they seemed alive. The pictures moved.  She saw her christening, her first steps, and her miserable days at school.  The girl slowed her steps as she watched her life played out before her.
 
The blonde stopped at the door, her head already spinning from the implications of what she already experienced.  If she was expecting a grand and luxurious space, she was disappointed.  She peered into a rather simple room.  There was a fireplace on the opposite wall with a wooden mantle.  Above that mantle was a large portrait of Alice, dressed in the armor of Marmoreal.  
 
Alice entered the room and quietly closed the door behind her.  She watched as the White Queen stared at her portrait, she seemingly did not hear Alice enter the room.
 
Mirana stared at the painting then looked down at her hands.  “I don’t have a lot time, and I don’t know how to reach you if you keep on insisting my Kingdom isn’t real—that I’m not real.”
 
Alice continued to stare.
 
The White Queen looked back up to the portrait.  “I’m very real, my dear Alice.  And I built this room just so I could learn everything about you before we met.  I wanted to know my Champion—to completely understand who you are, so I could talk to you as a friend.  Well, maybe that’s not completely true.  These last few turns of the moon, I fell in love with you without having met you.  I fell in love with your courage, your sweet and independent nature—even your stubbornness.  All the things that I feel I don’t have.
 
“My magic allowed me to see into your world, and I sent another to look for you, but I should have brought myself.  Maybe if you had really met me you would know how much I need—how much Underland really needs you.  I’ve failed my kingdom, and you.”
 
“You haven’t failed, Your Majesty.”  Alice’s reply a whisper.  
 
The White Queen whirled, and found herself face to face with Alice.  “How long have you been here?”
 
“Perhaps too long.”  The beauty in front of her arrested Alice, and her breathing quickened.
 
“You heard everything?”
 
“How could I not?”
 
Mirana couldn’t meet Alice’s stare and turned away from the girl, but a hand fell onto her arm and gently tugged.  The White Queen turned her head slowly and met Alice’s easy smile.
 
The blonde continued to hold onto Mirana as she smoothly turned the other woman to face her.  Her smile faded somewhat as she began to run her hands slowly down the White Queen’s arms. 
 
“Alice…” Mirana began to pull away.
 
“No, please, don’t move.”  Alice’s hands made their way up Mirana’s arms, achingly slow, and with a feather light touch.  She let her fingers slowly caress the White Queen’s neck and move up leisurely to tangle into her hair.
 
Mirana closed her eyes when she realized what Alice was doing.  She understands… she’s feeling for herself that I am real.
 
The smaller woman let her left hand stay in the White Queen’s hair, but her right hand slowly trailed down Mirana’s neck to her breasts.  She looked up into the monarch’s eyes, silently asking for permission, and sighed at the slight nod she received.  Her hand ghosted over Mirana’s breast and her breath quickened some more, coming out in short pants.
 
Alice stilled, her hands resting their movements, the feeling of Mirana's warm flesh under her touch exquisite.  Her eyes fluttered, and she could feel Mirana's breath mixing with her own. 



This was new, these feelings as she held onto the other woman.  Alice had always known she was different but could never define just what exactly was distinctive from other girls, until now.  Young men--they never made her body tingle as it did now. She was aware of moisture pooling between her legs.

Mirana groaned and lifted her own hand to cover Alice’s, squeezing, bringing herself closer to the other woman, until their foreheads touched.  “Do you still consider me unreal?”
 
Alice’s other arm fell and wrapped around Mirana’s waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other.  Her mind reeled, her body arched, her hips pushed into the other woman’s.  “Mirana…”
 
The White Queen grabbed at Alice’s hip, but her mind screamed at her; this was not the time, nor the place. “Alice, please…we need to stop.”
 
The girl’s head shot up as her hips thrust forward.  “What?”
 
Mirana slowed them down, with a gentle coaxing, until both their bodies quieted.  She rested her forehead, once again, on Alice’s.  “Still have your doubts, my sweet Alice?”
 
The blonde felt her heart twinge.  “Not about you, Your Majesty.”
 
“Alice, dear?”
 
“Yes?”
 
“Call me ‘Mirana.’”
 
Alice looked up and caught the White Queen’s look of concern.  “I’m afraid, Mirana.”
 
“Of Frabjous Day, facing the Jabberwock?”
 
“I don’t know if I can do it.”
 
The White Queen took Alice by the hand.  “Come, Alice, let us not think of such things now.  You need rest, and so do I.”  she turned questioning eyes toward the girl when she felt a small amount of resistance.
 
“Where are we going?”  Alice questioned.
 
“I thought I would show you to your room.”
 
The girl frowned.  “I don’t want to be alone.”
 
The monarch regarded the young girl for a few moments.  “Would you like to accompany me to my own chambers?”
 
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Happy Mothers Day

To Be a Queen's Champion

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Author:silent_remains
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Rating: MA
Warnings: MAlice ; angst ; hurt/comfort
Notes: None to think of.
Summary: Alice experiences battle lust after slaying the Jabberwock and turns to Mirana for relief.


No one noticed as a lone, armored clad figure stood on the threshold of Marmoreal, and then proceeded with aching slowness.  Legs twinged with the struggle of staying upright, head down, sword dragging on the ground, scraping away dirt and leaving a chasm not unlike her own heart.
 
 
*****
 
It was a night like no other—the horror was over, the darkness dissipated by a spark of incredible innocence and light.  A collective sigh torn from the rivers and forests of Underland reverberated to the outer most reaches of the Kingdom. Marmoreal was now free, and its people unfettered from the clutches of an evil tyranny that sought nothing but a cold submission of the will and spirit to its inner darkness.  
 
Lords and Ladies danced, the trees sang, and the waters ran clean and deep...
 
Underland sang in commemoration of the illustrious victory known as Frabjous day; for the darkness was over, and, hopefully, a new era begun. The people were free—free to do what was needed to unleash their sorrow and lay aside grief. 
 
The bodies swayed as an ethereal waft of music floated through the Hall…
 
But just as the mourning of all was being mended, the suffering of one began. For the sweet victory had been bought at a dreadful price.  That price was lost innocence.
 
The great fireplace created a warmth within the Throne room that had been previously unknown.  A well-placed hand settled onto the mantle and its owner sighed.  Muscles that earlier in the day had strained in time with the Vorpal sword now relaxed and twitched and a small groan escaped soft pink lips.  The wine, so forbidden to her in a strange world above, now soothed a dry throat and battered limbs.  She dared a glance at the throne and a small pang clutched at her heart.  Hazel eyes squinted as if to burn away the sight as a quiet sob escaped young lips.  For hours it seemed, one suitor after another, all vying for the one that meant more…more than…Oh, Mirana…
 
“Not at all, Aelffaed of Damerham, you are most welcome in Marmoreal.”  The extended white hand was stiff, not at all in concordance with the lyrical cadence of the spoken voice.
 
“Your Majesty.”  A kiss that lingered too long, eager eyes searched the dark, russet stare for any sign of warmth. 
 
Graceful fingers settled onto the goblet, the aperitif warm and inviting and releasing just the right amount of tension.  The indifferent stare was unsettling and spoke a clear message; back off. “Your Grace.”
 
The White Queen stole a glance; her usually calm demeanor shifted somehow, its axis settling on a new emotion—one both unfamiliar in its desire yet plainly clear in its want.  I love you, my Champion. 

But her Champion had turned away.
 
She was safe, if even only for the moment, all potential suitors gone at least for the rest of the night.  It was not hard to find the tension areas of her body as she leaned back and settled into the throne.  The dancers continued to sway to the otherworldly music, the light from the fireplace reflecting graceful images off the walls, creating a sensual mood. Its effect was both sublime and illusory.  It stirred a powerful emotion within her, one that demanded to be recognized.  
 
Alice gripped the mantle harder in a vain attempt to substitute one unbearable pain for another.  As she spared a final glance at the throne her breath caught in her throat.  
You are beautiful.
 
“My Liege.”
 
Mirana spared Nivens a glance.  “Yes.”
 
“It’s Alice.”
 
A heartbeat quickened as suddenly moist hands ran down the sides of her dress.  “What about—“
 
“She’s gone.”
 
Fingers gripped the arms of the throne, and a small gasp escaped her lips.  “Alice? Where did she go?”  
 
The rabbit lifted a paw and pointed.  “She went behind those drapes.”
 
Mirana knew the way by heart; Alice had gone the way to her personal library, just off to the side of the great Throne Room.  She airily rose to her feet and curtsied to her ladies in waiting.  “If you will excuse me.”
 
A soft breeze caused the curtains in her library to sway slightly. The music from the Great Throne room muted—dreamy—almost like a dirge. She faltered in her steps and turned a corner.  Her Champion lifted the glass to her mouth and downed the libation in one fluid move. The White Queen stifled a gasp of worry.
 
The girl’s shoulders were slumped and she appeared to be hurt.  Injuries that had previously gone unnoticed were now apparent—a cut above her left eye was starting to swell, a tiny flow of blood oozed from the greave on her left leg and her left hand looked singed and bruised. 
 
Alice felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle and a not so unpleasant feeling crawled slowly up her spine; she shuddered.  “Good evening, Your Majesty.”
 
A noose tightened around her heart; her soul cried out in anguish.  “Alice.”
 
Alice Kingsleigh dropped the glass she was holding and it splintered into several tiny pieces, keeping perfect time with the shattering of her heart.  She turned to face her—what was Mirana?  Her Queen—maybe, or perhaps a secret foe, or perhaps something more.  My savior…
 
Mirana froze at the cold stare.  “Let me help you, my love.”
 
Alice’s heart beat out a wild staccato.  “I’m fine.”
 
A moment of truth, they reached a pinnacle, the certainty of what they both felt and understood hanging, precariously, on an unsteady balance.
 
“I killed something today.” Alice felt her armor crack, her comment meant to sting.
 
There was a long pause, the flickering flames the only sound heard, and a prelude, of sorts. The White Queen’s somber voice spoke.  “It had to be done, my Alice.” 
 
Alice fiercely wiped at the tears she desperately did not want Mirana to see.  Her anguish momentarily blinding her to the truth.  “I’m not your Alice!”
 
A certain but cautious step forward. “I can understand how you feel—“
 
Her body became rigid as a flare of anger pierced her. “Tell me, Your Majesty, have you ever killed anything?”
 
“No, I have not.  My vows—“  
 
Alice kicked out and her foot toppled a small table.  “I don’t bloody care about your stupid vows!” 
 
Mirana inhaled deeply. She knew of the inferno that was threatening to pull her Champion asunder.  “Please listen to me, my Champion.”
 
Alice stumbled forward and lost her balance, she landed on her knees, her body wracked with sobs.
 
All thought forgotten; Mirana dropped in front of the girl and wrapped her arms around the cold steel of the armor Alice wore.  She lifted her hands and gently brought the girls head upon her shoulder.  “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, my love.”
 
And her armor cracked some more, releasing anguish already too much to bear.  She allowed the White Queen to pepper kisses all along her cheeks, and when Mirana’s lips found a sensitive spot behind her ear she let out a grief-stricken moan.
 
And the pain became too much, and the anger melted into the desire she desperately wanted to feel. Alice grabbed Mirana around her waist and crushed her to her body, her eyes pleaded for something, anything to quench the fire within. “I need…” She relished the feel of the slender form as her hands moved and caressed and teased.
 
Mirana knew—had seen the battle lust herself—as Iracebeth’s minions spoiled and raped the land.  Her Champion suffered, and she knew what she required.  She wound her arms around Alice’s neck.  “Yes, dear Alice, my champion.  Be my champion, champion me, my Alice…”
 
All thought was thrown to the wayside as Alice took hold of Mirana’s dress.  A rough tear split the silk garment making it useless, hands fought for control as the sound of armor clanging to the stone floor rang out.   The world fell away as urgency overrode propriety. The struggle for supremacy a ruse, as the White Queen knew what Alice yearned for. A gasp turned into a whimper as one heated body fell onto another.  And when Mirana wrapped her legs around her Champion’s hips, Alice fractured completely.
 
*****
 
She stretched somewhat, trying to loosen stiff and sore muscles.  Her position on her stomach did not afford her a clear view of the room.  The dim light told her that dawn was fast approaching.
 
“I’m sorry.”
 
The tiny voice startled her.  She turned her head to find that Alice was watching her from her position on the other side of the large divan.  Mirana sighed.  “For what are you sorry, dear Alice?”
 
Her head hung low, blond hair hiding her features.  “What I did to you last night.”  She could no longer hold up her body and collapsed next to her Queen, hiding her face.  “How can you look at me?”
 
“Look at me, Alice.”
 
“No.”
 
Mirana reached over and was surprised when the girl did not pull away.  “What we did last night was mutual, my love.  You needed me and I needed you.”

The blonde groaned.  "You undo me."

"As you, me.  Lovely Alice."
 
Alice closed her eyes.  “This changes things.”
 
“I certainly hope so.”
 
The girl let out a small moan.  “I love you, Mirana.  I’m in love with you, I’m sure of it.”  Her revelation was too much, and a strangled sob escaped her lips.
 
The White Queen gently took her Champion into her arms and ran her hand gently down her back.  “Shhh…it’s okay, Alice.  I’m here, I won’t leave you, and I could never leave you.  I love you.”
 
And all of Alice’s former life, with its hopes and dismal failures—her uniqueness, strengths and fortitude—found release and expression in the arms of Mirana of Marmoreal, her White Queen.  Hearts found their way to the other and the long process of mending begun, promises spoken, and two souls united in love and passion.
 
“I’m all yours,” Mirana whispered against her Champion’s lips.
 
Alice nodded.  “I am to my Beloved, as my Beloved is to me.”
 
 

urbis marmorea: responsaque

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Author: silent_remains
Fandom:  Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Rating:  MA
Warnings: MAlice 
Notes: None to think of--but malice, malice, malice.
Summary: Alice and Mirana in the Queen's chamber confronting Alice's doubts before Frabjous Day.

"urbis marmorea" is a series of vignettes

 
Alice found herself once again on a balcony, but this balcony overlooked from Mirana’s bedroom, and offered an exquisite view of her private gardens.  The night air was fragrant, the aroma of night flora, and a trickle from a nearby stream.  Fireflies were chasing the rocking horse flies, and the stars twinkled with an amused luminosity. 
 
Alice turned away from the inviting scene and watched as the White Queen sat at her bureau, brushing her hair.  She leaned on the railing and tilted her head, unabashedly enjoying the sensation within at the scene before her.  
 
“You look as lovely as always, my Queen.”
 
Alice frowned at the intrusion and peered inside to see her majesty’s ladies in waiting hovering near the bed, ready to give assistance if needed.  The taller one had spoken, and was looking at the Queen in a peculiar way, but Mirana did not appear to notice, and continued brushing her hair.
 
The blonde did notice, however, and a strange feeling stole over her.  “Do we really need them, your Majesty?”
 
Mirana turned to look at her and smiled.  She was amused by the girl’s apparent jealousy.  “Perhaps not.”  She looked over to her ladies.  “If you will excuse us.”
 
The blonde shut the door rather loudly as the last of the ladies went out.  She leaned her forehead against it and cringed.  “I’m sorry.”
 
Mirana rose and went to her.  “Whatever for?”
 
“I didn’t like the way that tall one was looking at you.”
 
“Ecgwynn?  Yes, she thinks she loves me but I think she may be conflicted.”
 
Alice turned and leaned against the door.  “Why do you allow her to wait on you?”
 
Mirana reached out and touched Alice’s cheek, the contact was brief, but felt down to the core.  “There are only so many ladies who wish to be in my service.  A lot of my subjects are extremely disappointed in my refusal to break my vows and attack Salazen Grum.”
 
The blonde nodded.  “I can understand that, I think.  I’m certainly not the person my friends and family want me to be.”
 
The Queen took Alice’s hand.  “Let us get comfortable.”  She led them over to the large chaise in front of the fireplace and sat down, pulling Alice with her.  “Do you think you are a disappointment?”
 
The blonde nodded.  “Mother wanted me to marry a Lord, said it will be good for the family, restore our reputation.”
 
“I don’t understand.”
 
“My father expanded the family business when I was a child and many of his friends thought him daft for doing so.”  The blonde settled into the soft cushions.  “Some of his friends never spoke to him again.”
 
The monarch nodded.  “Is that what you are afraid of, Alice?  Of being abandoned if you don’t do what people expect from you?”
 
“I guess I am.” Alice let out a deep sigh.  “I don’t want to be a disappointment to anyone.”
 
“Well, if it makes a difference, no one here will ever put that burden on you.”  The White Queen reached out and caressed the young woman’s cheek.
 
The blonde sank into that touch, and her eyes closed for a brief moment, before opening to look into Mirana’s eyes. “I believe you. I don’t know why, but I do.”  
 
“You are most welcome, Alice.”
 
“But you still want me to be your champion, and kill the Jabberwock, don’t you?  Isn’t that a burden, Mirana?”
 
The White Queen felt her heart clench.  “I am put into an impossible position.  On the one hand I am expected to announce you as my Champion, yet, on the other I know I could never force you to do something that you don’t want to do.”  She stood up and put a hand on the fireplace mantle.  “I don’t know what to do.”
 
Alice flinched.  “I don’t know what to do, either.  I want to please you yet I’m afraid.”
 
Mirana turned her head.  “No, Alice.  I do not wish that you should do this just to please me.”
 
“I saw the Oraculum, Your Majesty.  I saw myself in that armor, raising the Vorpal sword against that beast!”
 
“I know, Alice, I saw it, as well.”
 
“Every one here expects me to do it. The hatter accused me of loosing my muchness.  I don’t even remember having it in the first place.”
 
“I won’t tell you to do it, Alice.”
 
“You must tell me to do it, Mirana!  Please order me to do it, otherwise, I don’t think I can make the decision on my own.”
 
The White Queen dropped in front  of Alice.  She held her face in both her hands.  “I can’t.”
 
“You must!”
 
Mirana grabbed the girl and held her close.  “Please, my love, I cannot.”
 
Alice buried her face in the older woman’s hair.  “You called me, ‘my love.’”
 
“Yes, I did.”  The White Queen was glad for the distraction.
 
The blonde wrapped her arms around Mirana’s neck.  “Do you mean it?”
 
“Of course I mean it, my beautiful, sweet girl.”
 
Alice lifted her head.  “So, you don’t love your lady in waiting?”
 
Mirana smiled at the mirth in her Champion’s eyes.  “My heart belongs only to you.”
 
The blonde smiled sweetly.  “I think that I could come to love you, too, Mirana.  For right now will you please accept my friendship?”
 
“Gladly.” The White Queen returned Alice’s smile.  “At least I know that you want me.”
 
Alice nodded, vigorously.  “Uh..huh.”
 
Mirana leaned in close.  “May I kiss you, Alice?”
 
The blonde nodded again, then gasped as the White Queen’s lips fell onto hers.  Alice groaned into the kiss and tentatively let her tongue explore the monarch’s lips.
 
The Queen deepened the kiss and turned her body so she could lower Alice onto the chaise, her own body followed. “Lovely…oh, so lovely.”
 
The girl instinctively knew to spread her legs so Mirana could settle between them.  She raked her nails down the queen’s back and whimpered into Mirana’s mouth, causing the older woman to throw her head back and gasp.  “You—you have too many clothes on.”
 
Alice forced the Queen back and sat up. Her hands worked frantically to strip the older woman.  “Help me.”
 
The White Queen tore at Alice’s garment as the blonde fumbled with the ties on Mirana’s dress.  They moaned into each other’s mouths until they were naked, then the monarch fell onto Alice again.  The world melted away as the two women caressed, teased and stroked.  Arms and legs entangled as mouths devoured the other.
 
Mirana tore her mouth from the blonde’s.  “Alice, my love, wrap your legs around my waist.”
 
Alice did, and gasped when the White Queen reached between them and connected their bodies more intimately.  Alice cried out as her Queen began to thrust against her, her heated flesh melding with the older woman’s.  “I…more…”
 
Mirana gave her more, and Alice’s scream of pleasure lifted to the stars. And they became one, and Alice lost her heart that night to a Queen who would love her forever.
 
*****
 
Alice opened her eyes and grinned.  “Oh, my.”
 
Mirana was on her stomach with her head turned to the side, Alice’s leg over her hip, her head on the White Queen’s back.  “Oh, my, indeed.”
 
Alice noticed the scratches on the monarch’s back and her heart fell.  “Did I hurt you?”
 
Mirana smiled and growled a little.  “Nothing that I didn’t enjoy.”
 
The blonde grinned again and gently ran her hand over her Queen’s back.  “Thank you.”
 
“No need to thank me, my love.”
 
Alice could feel a single tear fall.  “Yes, there is.  You…you…”
 
The White Queen turned over and guided Alice’s head to rest on her shoulder.  “I simply love you, Alice.  Rest now, dear one, for tomorrow is…”
 
Alice placed a finger over her Queen’s lips.  “I know, I know.”
 
 
 
 
 

urbis marmorea: exordia amoris

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Author: silent_remains
Fandom:  Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Rating:  PGish
Warnings: MAlice 
Notes: None to think of--but malice, malice, malice.
Summary: Alice and Mirana during Alice's first night in Marmoreal.
 
"urbis marmorea" is a series of vignettes concerning the White Queen and her Alice.

 
“Absolem?”  Alice was only mildly surprised to see the caterpillar.

“Who are you?”

The blonde waved away the annoying smoke.  “I’d thought we settled this.  I’m Alice, but not that one.”

Absolem looked doubtful.  “How do you know?”

“You said so yourself.”

“I said you were not hardly Alice.  But you’re much more her now, in fact, you’re almost Alice.”

Her doubt was not dissipated, however. “Even so, I couldn’t slay the Jabberwocky if my life depended on it.”

“It will.” If Absolem was disappointed, he hardly showed it. “So I suggest you keep the Vorpal on hand when the Frabjous day arrives.”

“You seem so real. Sometimes I forget that this is all a dream.”  Alice coughed at Absolem’s irritating smoke.  “Will you stop doing that!”  The caterpillar ignored her, and simply laughed.
 
*****
 
Mirana turned away from the scene, her heart exceedingly troubled.  It had been her wish that Absolem could have help the troubled girl’s fears and indecisions, but either he had failed, or simply had no interest in doing so.  
 
She proceeded down the Hall, shoulders slumped, determined to make sure that the night’s reception was pleasant for everyone.  The White Queen’s mind remained troubled, Alice just did not seem like herself, at least, not as Mirana had imagined her to be—or had observed, in her own private space.
 
“Your Majesty!”
 
The Queen waited as Alice trotted up to her.  “Yes, Alice?”
 
“I was wondering where you are going?”  Her smile faded somewhat.  “Are you all right, Your Majesty?”
 
Mirana was an expert at subterfuge, of plastering a false smile on her face when needed.  “I am doing well, and you?”
Alice’s mouth twitched, as was her habit when either doubtful or ill at ease.  “Oh… I’m sorry for asking.”
 
She would berate herself later, and regret her hasty words.  “Yes, Alice, I am fine!  I will see you later.”  She turned abruptly and left.
 
Alice was rooted to that spot for some time, trying to understand what was wrong.  Before long, a small tear fell down her soft, pink cheek, and she slowly walked away.
 
*****
 
“Now, Mirana, that was terribly iniquitous of you, speaking to that poor girl as if she were common rabble.”  
 
Mirana looked up from the book on her lap and turned to the source of that voice, Absolem, who was sitting on a low hanging branch to her left.  “I don’t know what you mean.”  
 
“Yes, you do.  Not quite the reassuring words the poor girl needs right now.”
 
The book was tossed on the table in front of her.  “I don’t know what got into me.”  The Queen sighed and looked up at the scenery before her.  She was sitting in her private garden, on her favorite chaise, a large fountain in front of her—but it failed to soothe.
 
The caterpillar puffed in her direction.  “You’re daft, just like the Uplanders.”
 
“Me, foolish?  I don’t think so.  I’m not the one who failed to convince her that we are real.”
 
“That is not my fault.”
 
“Then who’s?”
 
“Being almost Alice is her problem, Your Majesty.  If she were altogether Alice then she would have accepted the verity of Underland and her own destiny.  But she is not quite, yet, entirely Alice.”
 
“You asked to see her, Absolem.  What were you hoping for?”
 
“I was hoping to see Alice.”
 
Frustrated, the White Queen frowned.  “I don’t know how to convince her that all of this is real.  She talks about everything as if she were in a dream.”
 
“A nightmare, I would think.”
 
“She is the Alice, I know it.”
 
Absolem continued to blow his smoke.  “How do you know?”
 
“The Frab—my special room, you know this.”
 
“All I know is that Alice is more or less Alice—but a lesser amount of Alice than she could be, and she doesn’t believe in us or in her own abilities.  Fairfarren, Mirana, and don’t expect me at your reception tonight.”
 
Mirana threw the book in his direction, but he was already gone.  She knew she owed the blonde some sort of apology for her snippiness earlier, but was unsure how to do it.
 
*****
 
The dusk bathed the grounds of Marmoreal in the softest of oranges and pinks, bringing to life the evening fauna .  Fireflies awoke from their daily sleep and spun around in languid circles across the meadows, mimicking the perfect twinkle of the stars above.  Alice sat on the edge of the meadow, not too far from the palace, and enjoyed the last of the evening sun, just as it descended below the mountains.  So lost was she in her thoughts, that she failed to notice the rustle of skirts through the tall grass.
 
“Alice.”
 
The blonde felt herself on the edge of a dream, and turned her head at the mild intrusion.  “Your Majesty.”  She rose and bowed dutifully.  
 
Mirana of Marmoreal, the queen of all that was good, felt herself a wretch at the pure innocence before her.  She felt herself whisper, “I don’t deserve your loyalty.”
 
Alice blushed slightly.  “I don’t understand.”
 
The monarch faltered.  “I must ask for your forgiveness, dear Alice.  For I was an ill mannered child earlier this day, and took out my frustrations on your goodness.”
 
The blonde felt a stirring in her heart that was new.  “I…I don’t know what to say.”  Alice lowered her head to stare at the grass.
 
Mirana took the few steps necessary to be in front of the girl.  “Have I offended you in any way?  If I have, you must allow me to make it up to you.”
 
Alice’s hands grasped those of the older woman.  “You haven’t offended me in the least, Your Majesty.  It’s just that—well, no one has ever held me in such esteem as you seem to.”
 
The White Queen frowned then looked down at their entwined hands.  “I value you, Alice.  ”
 
Alice, coming to awareness that she was holding the Queen’s hands, blushed somewhat more, and slowly let go.  “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
 
“May I ask you another question?”
 
“Of course.”
 
Mirana felt her self-recrimination deeply.  “Did I hurt your feelings earlier?”
 
Alice hesitated, and then let the words slip off her tongue. “Nothing that I’m not used to.”  
 
Mirana did not vacillate, however, and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman.  “That hurts my heart to hear.”  In all reality, she did not want to hear any more.
 
If Alice felt that she was on the edge of a dream a few moments ago, she was now teetered on a secret fantasy.  In the stillness that only her bedroom provided, she had dared to romanticize on the fairer sex.  She had always known that she held no desires for those strapping young men.  She had dreamt of flaxen skin, soft breasts, the round curves that were a woman’s body.  
 
Alice closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of pure pleasure.  Now she knew of what all those sappy girls spoke of when they talked about courting and courtships.  It was this, this feeling of belonging, of rightness.  This was altogether new, and it left her somewhat overwhelmed and wanting more.  Yet, she hid her feelings, lest her secret be revealed.
 
The White Queen felt Alice’s body relax against her, a perfect juxtaposition to the desire that was smoldering within her own.  “We have prepared a small reception for you tonight, Alice.  Do you feel up to the challenge?”
 
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
 
*****
 
"Why so melancholy?"

Mirana looked around to see the Cheshire cat floating near the back of her throne. "It has been a long day, Chess."

The gathering in the Reception room had attracted more of her subjects than she would have wished.  She was hoping for a quite night with Alice in order to get to know her.  But the citizens of Marmoreal were curious, almost as much as she was, to see their Champion.  Alice was standing near the fireplace, with about a dozen people in attendance.

Chessur stretched his feline body and landed on his back on the Queen's lap. "Nonsense. The day is just as long as yesterday.”
 
Mirana did not answer, but only picked up her chalice and sipped wine. Her outer appearance remained the same but she was inwardly reeling.  She did not want her subjects to know of her apparent vulnerability, of her growing attraction.

The Cheshire cat watched her for a few moments while tilting his head to the side. Her eyes kept darting to Alice, and then the most delicate of smiles lit up her face. Her slight blush, her inability to voice what she knew to be true, these things imprinted themselves onto the cat's psyche. And, after awhile, a slow grin appeared on his face.

"Love becomes you, my Queen."

Mirana turned her face slightly and blushed. "What do you mean, Chessur?"

The cat floated past her, and rested on the air next to the Queen's throne. "Traa-dy-liooar, my Queen. Do I not see the truth?"

The White Queen lowered her eyes then gave the Cheshire cat a knowing look. "You are as wise as Absolem."

"Not quite." The cat evaporated, and then appeared upside down right in front of her. "I do not have a hookah to inspire me."

"Is it written on my face?"

Chessur grinned and pointed a paw towards her. "No, my Queen, it is written on your heart." He vanished.
 
Mirana of Marmoreal could not hide from the truth any longer, for she had fallen in love with the beautiful and sweet Alice Kingsleigh, and there was nothing at the moment she could do about it.
 
 
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