I'm In A Mildly Angsty Mood
Jun. 15th, 2009 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickBlame it on freckles238 on YouTube -- she has all these neat songs for Corpse Bride and other stuff, but most of them are kinda downbeat in nature.
-HD: X( Hmph.-
Hey, I watched some Unskippable earlier, you can't say I didn't make with the funny today.
-D: Someone send help -- between the Escapist, YouTube, and That Guy With The Glasses, she's finding too many ways to waste time!-
*sticks out tongue at* I've been working! Been working on the meme, anyway. Moose, Shego, I'm getting those lists together -- though the ones involving Marty and Victor might take a bit. Gotta think up some interesting situations for those.
Aaanyway, let's have some Victor/Alice:
4. Our distance and that person – Like The Way I Do
Alice lingered outside the door to the drawing room, reluctant to actually go inside. She wasn’t much interested in the discussion of monetary matters the Van Dorts and Everglots were having with her uncle. She didn’t even want to be here in this too large mansion. Something about the place’s utter quiet, utter emptiness reminded her unpleasantly of Rutledge. She longed to be outside, out of this fancy dress, enjoying the cool winter air and investigating the nearby woods. To be free of this whole social debacle. She sighed, steeling her nerves to go in and join the others for tea. I do hope this rehearsal will be over with quickly. If only something would happen –
And, suddenly, something did. Out of nowhere, Alice heard music. Turning in surprise, she saw Victor down the hall, seated at the grand piano in the foyer. She hadn’t noticed he’d gotten left behind, too caught up in her own thoughts. He was playing a sweet yet somewhat mournful melody, his eyes half-closed, his face the most peaceful she’d ever seen it. He seemed utterly transported by his music, unaware of the outside world.
Alice listened to the tune, feeling her heart suddenly swell. His music – it was the melody of a soul who had accepted his lot in life, yet yearned for something more. Yearned for someone to come along, someone who would accept him for who he was, and show him everything he’d been missing. Someone to love him. And Alice – Alice understood that. Understood that completely. It was the song she’d lived her life to ever since getting out of that wretched asylum. Oh, Victor. . . If only you’d come with me. I’d show you things you never even dreamed of. And I’d care for you, give you everything you could ever need. I’d make you happy.
Suddenly, she felt the need to go to him, tell him everything. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same way about her, perhaps she’d just be making a fool of herself – but it would be worth it for the chance that he did. For the chance to hold him close, to touch him, to kiss him. She shivered pleasantly at the thought of his lips against hers. Already he seemed so close, the hallway closing up like a telescope to make her task easier. Smiling, she started over –
Just in time to see someone else come down the stairs.
Startled, Alice drew back. The newcomer was also a girl, clad in a red-striped dress with her greyish hair neatly pinned up in a bun. One of the help? No, the clothes precluded that – and besides, the Everglots seemed too poor to have many servants. Which mean the newcomer had to be Victoria Everglot.
Victor’s bride.
Alice watched as Victoria approached Victor, startling him and causing him to knock over the bench. Victoria was a surprisingly pretty girl – after seeing Lord and Lady Everglot, Alice had been expecting – hoping for? – a misshapen troll. She spoke softly to Victor, smiling warmly and sweetly at him even as he stuttered and nearly got her name wrong. She seemed a little on the shy side, despite her boldness in asking Victor to call her by her first name. Her eyes kept searching out spots on the ground to look at. But for all that, she was kind and polite. Quite the appropriate match for shy, quiet, overly polite Victor.
So why did Alice feel the sudden urge to brain her with her croquet mallet?
Alice sighed and looked at her shoes. The hallway, which had seemed so short only moments before, now felt like a million miles long. What was the point of going over to Victor now? It was too late, anyway. Tomorrow he’d wed Victoria, and in all likelihood, Alice would never see him again. The thought made her heart ache. She shook her head and turned back to the drawing room, trying desperately to ignore her feelings. I just hope she can love you like you need, Victor.
Like I already do.
Depressed Alice is depressed.
-TTV: Goodness, even I feel bad, and I know she wasn't actually there.-
*patpat* I know. This is pretty much exactly what I wanted to do with this prompt -- I knew I wanted to write something involving Alice feeling depressed over Victoria, and this just came out. This takes place at the very beginning of the movie, when Victor and Victoria have their first meeting at the piano. Naturally, the main difference here is that Alice is spying on them from the hallway as they're talking. This is why I chose "Girl Next Door" as Alice's jealousy song -- I can definitely hear her thinking the lyrics to that while she's watching this tableau.
-TD: Notice you named it for a different song, though.-
"Like The Way I Do" seemed to fit! Honestly, listening to the song itself, it DOES fit. It just sounds like a jealous Alice telling Victor "I love you so much more than either of them!" (Of course, this is her not realizing he loves her right back. Don't you love mis- or noncommunication in these stories? (Okay, and now I'm being hypocritical and silly because I'm the bloody author))
Anyway, not much else to say except that, as you can sort of see in the story, the beginning bits of the movie are even more awkward than they were before. See the mention of Victor nearly getting Victoria's name wrong? He almost called her "Miss Liddell."
-VD: To be honest, if Alice has been a guest in his house for a while, that's a pretty easy mistake to make.-
Yeah, that's how he passes it off. But trust me -- more complicated than that.
Aaand that's all I have to say for today. Later!
-HD: X( Hmph.-
Hey, I watched some Unskippable earlier, you can't say I didn't make with the funny today.
-D: Someone send help -- between the Escapist, YouTube, and That Guy With The Glasses, she's finding too many ways to waste time!-
*sticks out tongue at* I've been working! Been working on the meme, anyway. Moose, Shego, I'm getting those lists together -- though the ones involving Marty and Victor might take a bit. Gotta think up some interesting situations for those.
Aaanyway, let's have some Victor/Alice:
4. Our distance and that person – Like The Way I Do
Alice lingered outside the door to the drawing room, reluctant to actually go inside. She wasn’t much interested in the discussion of monetary matters the Van Dorts and Everglots were having with her uncle. She didn’t even want to be here in this too large mansion. Something about the place’s utter quiet, utter emptiness reminded her unpleasantly of Rutledge. She longed to be outside, out of this fancy dress, enjoying the cool winter air and investigating the nearby woods. To be free of this whole social debacle. She sighed, steeling her nerves to go in and join the others for tea. I do hope this rehearsal will be over with quickly. If only something would happen –
And, suddenly, something did. Out of nowhere, Alice heard music. Turning in surprise, she saw Victor down the hall, seated at the grand piano in the foyer. She hadn’t noticed he’d gotten left behind, too caught up in her own thoughts. He was playing a sweet yet somewhat mournful melody, his eyes half-closed, his face the most peaceful she’d ever seen it. He seemed utterly transported by his music, unaware of the outside world.
Alice listened to the tune, feeling her heart suddenly swell. His music – it was the melody of a soul who had accepted his lot in life, yet yearned for something more. Yearned for someone to come along, someone who would accept him for who he was, and show him everything he’d been missing. Someone to love him. And Alice – Alice understood that. Understood that completely. It was the song she’d lived her life to ever since getting out of that wretched asylum. Oh, Victor. . . If only you’d come with me. I’d show you things you never even dreamed of. And I’d care for you, give you everything you could ever need. I’d make you happy.
Suddenly, she felt the need to go to him, tell him everything. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same way about her, perhaps she’d just be making a fool of herself – but it would be worth it for the chance that he did. For the chance to hold him close, to touch him, to kiss him. She shivered pleasantly at the thought of his lips against hers. Already he seemed so close, the hallway closing up like a telescope to make her task easier. Smiling, she started over –
Just in time to see someone else come down the stairs.
Startled, Alice drew back. The newcomer was also a girl, clad in a red-striped dress with her greyish hair neatly pinned up in a bun. One of the help? No, the clothes precluded that – and besides, the Everglots seemed too poor to have many servants. Which mean the newcomer had to be Victoria Everglot.
Victor’s bride.
Alice watched as Victoria approached Victor, startling him and causing him to knock over the bench. Victoria was a surprisingly pretty girl – after seeing Lord and Lady Everglot, Alice had been expecting – hoping for? – a misshapen troll. She spoke softly to Victor, smiling warmly and sweetly at him even as he stuttered and nearly got her name wrong. She seemed a little on the shy side, despite her boldness in asking Victor to call her by her first name. Her eyes kept searching out spots on the ground to look at. But for all that, she was kind and polite. Quite the appropriate match for shy, quiet, overly polite Victor.
So why did Alice feel the sudden urge to brain her with her croquet mallet?
Alice sighed and looked at her shoes. The hallway, which had seemed so short only moments before, now felt like a million miles long. What was the point of going over to Victor now? It was too late, anyway. Tomorrow he’d wed Victoria, and in all likelihood, Alice would never see him again. The thought made her heart ache. She shook her head and turned back to the drawing room, trying desperately to ignore her feelings. I just hope she can love you like you need, Victor.
Like I already do.
Depressed Alice is depressed.
-TTV: Goodness, even I feel bad, and I know she wasn't actually there.-
*patpat* I know. This is pretty much exactly what I wanted to do with this prompt -- I knew I wanted to write something involving Alice feeling depressed over Victoria, and this just came out. This takes place at the very beginning of the movie, when Victor and Victoria have their first meeting at the piano. Naturally, the main difference here is that Alice is spying on them from the hallway as they're talking. This is why I chose "Girl Next Door" as Alice's jealousy song -- I can definitely hear her thinking the lyrics to that while she's watching this tableau.
-TD: Notice you named it for a different song, though.-
"Like The Way I Do" seemed to fit! Honestly, listening to the song itself, it DOES fit. It just sounds like a jealous Alice telling Victor "I love you so much more than either of them!" (Of course, this is her not realizing he loves her right back. Don't you love mis- or noncommunication in these stories? (Okay, and now I'm being hypocritical and silly because I'm the bloody author))
Anyway, not much else to say except that, as you can sort of see in the story, the beginning bits of the movie are even more awkward than they were before. See the mention of Victor nearly getting Victoria's name wrong? He almost called her "Miss Liddell."
-VD: To be honest, if Alice has been a guest in his house for a while, that's a pretty easy mistake to make.-
Yeah, that's how he passes it off. But trust me -- more complicated than that.
Aaand that's all I have to say for today. Later!
