alltheways: (All the ways belong to me)
[personal profile] alltheways
The two remaining Queens of Wonderland, the Red Queen and the Queen of Hearts, stand firmly in the center of the mansion’s entranceway. Both are resolute and each has a Vorpal Sword in hand, despite the fact that they will not be needing them to fight. For the moment, they are alone.

The network devices catch this as a broadcast, and the two of them seem to be aware of this. It will be their last chance to address Wonderland, and the Queen of Hearts had insisted on it.

“Citizens of Wonderland, Real and Mirror alike. You will be on your own now. We’ve built you nice kingdoms here, so don’t you dare break them,” she says. “Don’t ever forget who’s giving you this freedom and peace. So, preemptively, you’re welcome.”

The Red Queen glances at her sister. “We must also preemptively thank you, my dears, for taking care of it in our stead.”

With their final words said, the two Queens turn their address to Wonderland itself. For the first time, the two are in sync. They reach out and take each other’s hands, holding tight as though it's the hardest thing they’ve ever done together.

Then, they raise their swords, twirl them, and stab the blades into the floor. Golden light shoots out around them, the way blood might spurt out of a wound.

The scent is irresistible. It is only moments before the room begins to shake around them. The Jabberwocky is quickly approaching, dropping whatever it is feasting on in favor of the magic of Wonderland. Soon, it is ramming the front door.

Wonderland!” the Queen of Hearts announces. “Effective immediately, I resign my power and authority as the Queen of Dream Side! I return my magic to you so that you may slay the Jabberwock once and for all!”

“I likewise renounce my power as Queen of the Real Side," the Red Queen says. "With this, we will restore the balance that once was.”

The Jabberwocky finally shatters the door into splinters and storms the entranceway, breaking columns and decor in the process. Upon hearing the Queens’ declarations, the magic leaking from the wound to Wonderland tightens and weaves into ribbons of light that shoot out to ensnare everyone in the room, Queen and Beast alike.

Everything in the room shakes as the Jabberwock roars and struggles in its restraints, but the Queens do not fight. They stay still and allow the magic to pull them down as Wonderland opens up beneath them.

Neither lets go of the other’s hand. The Queen of Hearts turns to look at her sister one last time and shouts something that can’t be heard over all of the noise, but it is something that makes the Red Queen smile.

And then, they are gone.

The moment they disappear, new red ribbons shoot out of the wound and wrap themselves around the Jabberwocky, pulling it twice as hard. It sinks further and further and further down, until it too, is gone.

When it’s over, the light vanishes, and the only sign that anyone was there at all is a dark mark on the floor, much like the Jabberwock scar on the grounds.
manxomnivore: (devour)
[personal profile] manxomnivore
[ It is Tuesday. And tonight you will dream.

Perhaps you cannot usually dream. Perhaps you do not sleep. Then this will be strange. Because...

Tonight you will dream.

You dream of silence and white light, nothing but white light. You think it feels pleasant and warm, until three... two... one brief moments pass, and you understand that the light doesn't tingle your skin, it burns. It cuts the way fire cuts, deep and scorching, seeping through layer after layer, leaving neither speck nor spot unmarred.

You never thought your flesh could be rent asunder, you never thought your bones could burst apart.

The silence breaks with the sound of ancient trees falling to the ground, of ice cracking from a glacier's top, of screeching metal beams in abandoned places, of desperate echos in corners too remote to ever be found. The silence breaks with the sound of your pain.

And as your scream fades, so does the light.
]

er... omecnosu.... otraeneb... lli wsuotraederew ohw... sdnei... rflufhtiaf...........

[ Grey, at first. Dull. Neither light nor dark.

Until a small shadow passes in front of your vision.
]

wollasetaf.... ehtfinoos..... yademos......

[ Another shadow.

And another.

And another.

And another, another, another, ananother ANOTHER ANOTHER ANOTHER ANOTHER AN--

........other, until all is dark, until you think you look at the pitch black night sky, and watch tiny stars appear, bright and yellow, one after another.

You think that until all the stars blink, all at once. Until they stare right at you, thousands and thousands of tiny, yellow eyes.
]

r͉̗̬̫͖̐ͥͦͬͪͤͅê̡̫̜̲̬͖̣̗̒̕ḩ̸̟͙̐͒̄͂ͬ̏̊ ̸̐̿̽̃͒̚͜ͅt̶̰̠̣̘̔̃̈ͬ̾̍̃͑e̵̻̻͉̩̮͒̊̉͑̿̂͒ͥͪ ̱̰̝̯̻͓̰̍ͤ͆̀̽́̚gͫ͋̄͊҉̗̰̩̬̬̣͘ȏͫ̿̀͢҉̶̗͔̣̟͓̰͕ ̨͖̪͉̳̩͚̌͐͑̿̏̎ţ͗͑̂ͤͩ͏̸͇̻̟͎̖̯̭̥e̷̵̢͙̗̳̙̹͈͉̭ͬ̑̾͌͐b̸̨̲̱̦̱̰͈̞̈́ͯ͆̑ͤ̌͐ͤ.̶̗̼̪͙͋͑͠.̹̬̘̝̘̯̼̲ͨͯͥͦ͐̐.̛͓̜ͬ̅ͯͣ͒̄̒̓͘ ̸̨̛̳̱̻͕̤̄ͣl̳̮͋̊͆̓͛͜͜l̑ͥ͌͟͏̦̣̺̟̪͡ͅa̪̳͉͖ͨ̉̓̂͂̅̇̆͆͠ ̵̸̘̰̭͍̠̬̺̑͋͗̑ͨl̪̥̜͚͖̩ͧ̍̈́́́l̨͚͔̘͈̹͇͓̒͌ͯ̇ͯͪͥͤͨ͘ͅï͇̹̟̮̰̾ͫ̈́͘͝w̸̗̗͚̥̗͐ͮͮ̋ͩ͊͢ẻ̬̺̔̊̓͂̀̀̕w̹̟̹̉̑͘.̷̫̫̒͆͋.̜̬͎͓͎͉̾̓͒̽ͤ̋ͬ͢.̡̳̫̰̰̘̳̏̆̏͆͂̐͋ͨͫ͟.̡͛̒ͫ̒͂ͬͦͨ͊͏̬͎̹̗͚̮͕̫ͅ.

[ And there, at last, your dream begins to melt away... ]

w̘̭͈͉̏̍̑oh̃͛ͧ̽̍ͯ͢ḛ̦̠̮͉ͪͮm̩̹̤̈́͊̌̔ͮ̚o̭̥̻̯̭̗̺͗̅ͨͥͩs̡͕̖͓̃̓́̏h̸̺̼͚̰g̮̘͡u̅̊̋҉̥͓̪͕̹̯ò̜̦ͩr̩ͦͮͮͮͧ̓h͍͕̏̋̂͋ͯt̢̲͔̊.̴̻͈̬̰͍ͪ.̃ͤ̂̍̚҉̱̺̰̮̫.̟̠͍̙̳̫̥̾͜ ͕̗̼̙̤ͥ̌̔̽ͩ̐̎e͕̜̜̳͚̼̲͊͂ͧ͒̔l͇͙ͫ͆̒̉̊̐ͪd̳͆͒ͧ͆ͨ̽̀ ̗̼̜̯̲̈́͐͌̀d͖̪͖̣̫̮̠ͮ͌ͫ̈́u̴̙͙͆m̺̀͒ͧͫ̉ö͒͑̊̑͋̀̀t̷̻̤̫̲̹͉͐̂͑̈́̽e͇̤͍̞ͦ̏ͣ̉̾͝v͎͉̦͎̪̰ͯ̚a͇͚̙̦ͮͦͧ̾ͣͭh̨̗̔.͎͚͕̝̹̱̮ͬ̽̉͒͌̌̓͢.̓̅ͤͨ̚.̯͉ͯ͂̐̐ ̳̼̦̥̝̘̳̃ͧͩ̐́l̴̾ͬ̊l̡̉ͪ̋̒̑͌iͩ̆̈̓ͮ̈̐͞w̝̃͗ͨ͂ͫ͛e͗̒̓ͪ̄̄͏͙̦̗̦̰w̨͕̭̽ͧ̀ͨ.̰̟̜͛ͦͬ͘.͉̩͕͉͖.̻̙̼̞͉̟̎̅̈́̿͗ ͈̘̪͔͓͇̬ͫͧ̒n̶̦͈̭͙e̙̥ȟt̪͖̪̜̳̉̂̽ͫ̎́ ͍̱̝̳̥ͤ̏ͭ̌͌̎̚l̐ͭ̔͑̾i̯̱̺̎ͪ̐ͯ͋͑t̛̖̆ͯͯͣ̽̑̒n̗͍̰̯̤ͫ̓͠u̜͉̗ͬ.̲̝̬̿͠.̯.̫̜͚͓͔ͯͭ̀ͦ̚ͅ.̰͕̥̿̉ͤ̿͗ͪ͡.̎̊̉̄.̺͇̞̐ͩ̉͌͠

[ And when you wake up, at last, everything will be as it was before.

Or so it seems.
]

a d r e a m

Dec. 9th, 2014 06:36 pm
manxomnivore: (absorb)
[personal profile] manxomnivore
[ Tonight your dreams are black and cold. You open the window, and look towards the hills. Even through the nightly hours you can see their shapes clearly, no matter how far away. Near them rests a monster made from scorched earth. A scar over which no grass has grown for weeks and months and years. A scar which stirs tonight. Thin branches grow from the ground, and twist into black bones. Slick ooze drips from their form, rivulets of tar with lives of their own. They trickle higher and higher towards the moon which makes them gleam, and intertwine until they are made whole. Until they cover all black bone, and harden into leathery hide. Until they make scorched earth into flesh and blood. Beware the jaws whose shadows loom like jagged rock, and fear the claws that catch the sky in their greed. The shape flickers. The moon dies. Your dream is pitch black and ice cold, and only two yellow eyes gaze with intent towards where you stand. They can see you clearly now. And they are hungry. ]
snickeringsnack: (PHASE THREE; feast)
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Hungry, so hungry, craving and needing and consuming and STARVING, and the beast—the Jabberwock, has already consumed the remains of its rabbity host. Those from its lair, too stupid to flee, had been consumed. Unfortunately, in the quickly emptying Mirror world, there were fewer memories to consume as well. Less flesh, less thoughts, and it was so hungry.

So, like any beast following its prey, it moved. Its trail is easy to follow; the mansion itself rots upon contact with his oozing darkness, and it seems these are wounds that even Wonderland can’t heal. From Mirror side to real, it makes no distinctions. It only hungers.

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