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Prompt Table #2 For Victor/Alice
This one is the 30 Dances! It's one of the alternate tables over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30kisses.
This table was a bit more difficult to do, but I think I managed to hammer out some nice stories. While the 30 Kisses ended up focusing mostly on the "Solicitor's Ward" version of Victor/Alice, this one is rather more varied, including more muse!fic and an entirely new universe I developed while writing a bunch of the prompts.
We'll get to that later, though. Like I said, I'm in a wedding mood lately, so let's have some muse-related wedding fic:
18. Wedding – According To You
This is disgraceful.
Nell Van Dort frowned disapprovingly over at what had been designated the head table. This was the worst wedding she’d ever been to. Not because of the ceremony – although the attendants had been unusual, the ceremony itself had been acceptable. Not because of the reception either, even it was louder and busier than any she’d attended before. Not even because of the location – she and William had been coming to the Inkwell for some time now, to keep tabs on Victor (well, the Victors – it still confused her a bit that there were two of them running around). No, her disapproval was centered solely on one person –
The bride.
Nell scowled at Alice Liddell, currently done up in the bridal whites. How dare that girl presume to marry into their family? She didn’t have any breeding to speak of – her uncle was a solicitor! How could Victor II (as she thought of him) do this to her and William? When he’d first shown up, Nell had thought (after the initial bafflement) that he would solve the “two brides, one groom” problem Victor I was facing. With two of them about, one could properly wed Victoria Everglot, while the other could entertain that corpse girl. It would have still been a little embarrassing because of the second relationship, but at least one of them would have done right.
But no! Instead, Victor II had inexplicably fallen for the knife-wielding lunatic who had shown up next! The one who had lost her thoroughly middle-class parents in a fire and then spent the next ten years of her life in an asylum! Nell didn’t care how many people told her that Alice was perfectly sane now – that didn’t erase the shame that invariably surrounded such things! And the girl was blunt, and coarse, and liked adventure and daydreaming, and cared nothing for propriety. Nell could find nothing redeeming about her at all.
Yet, Victor II claimed to love her. And, after indulging for an wholly inappropriate length of time in “dating,” he’d proposed to her. Nell had seriously considered just skipping the wedding in protest (it would have definitely saved her the embarrassment of seeing Victor I walk in with both Victoria and that corpse girl as his dates), but she knew her place as mother of the groom. So she’d come, and somehow managed to hold her tongue at the horror of it all. She felt she deserved some sort of medal for that.
“And now, our happy couple will take the floor for their first dance!”
Nell blinked a few times. Dancing? At a wedding? She’d never heard of such a thing. Must be one of those strange future customs, she thought as Victor II led Alice out onto the dance floor. Well, I’m sure even they would choose a song appropriate to this solemn occasion –
“Let’s rock this joint!”
Nell’s jaw dropped. That song?! They were dancing to that horrible song from that horrible movie?! As the pair launched into the swing number, Nell decided her patience had reached its end. “Let’s go, William,” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ve seen enough.”
William, who had been watching the proceedings with the same stunned expression he’d had all day, nodded, and they proceeded relatively unnoticed to the door. As William went ahead to summon the carriage, Nell glanced back. Victor II and Alice were still jumping and spinning all over the dance floor, holding onto each other in completely improper ways. Nell shook her head. “Disgusting.”
But even as she turned away and prepared to leave, she couldn’t help noticing one thing:
Victor II looked happier than she’d ever seen him before.
Yay, we get to see inside Nell's head! And she's a bitch!
-VuM: We needed to see inside her head to get that?-
-TTV: Please, she is still my mother.-
That doesn't excuse her from being a nasty piece of work, at times. Anyway, this is in a kind of weird category -- possible future!fic for my muse/RP characters. I don't know what inspired me to do the wedding from Nell's point of view, other than it being an interesting take on things. (I think I originally planned on Lucy being the viewpoint character, but I'm not certain.) As you can see, Nell does not like her new daughter-in-law. She never does, really -- even in universes where the Liddells and the Van Dorts more or less get along, Nell does not approve of Victor falling in love with Alice, simply because she's common. Victor is supposed to marry up and get her related to nobility, damn it.
-RPD: I also notice she never refers to Emily by name.-
Yeah, I didn't think either set of CB parents would ever actually refer to Emily by her name. She's usually "that corpse girl," or "Corpse Bride" if they're in a good mood.
-TTV: *looks frustrated* I've told Mother time and again, there's nothing wrong with actually calling her 'Emily,' but she just looks at me. . . .-
*nodnod* Anyway, it was kind of fun, getting into Nell's overly-snooty head again. And planning out the possible future nupitals of DGVictor and Alice. I'm sure you can guess which song they're dancing to at the end. ;)
-DW: I'm curious -- are the rest of the Inkwell in the wedding party?-
Yup! Doc and Marty are standing up for Victor, Lucy and Simon for Alice. Dee's the flower girl, and Steve & Gary are the ushers. It's a lovely wedding, to be sure, no matter what Nell thinks.
-TTV: It's completely useless of me to protest I'm not in a threesome, isn't it?-
It's possible future fic, TTV. At that point, you might have actually admitted it to yourself.
-TTV: *rolls eyes*-
Oh, and the title is from the song of the same name by Orianthi. I thought it fit with how Nell thought about Alice, versus how DGVictor feels about her.
Enjoy the fic, and watch out for future installments!
30kisses.| 1. Candlelight | Dancing In The Dark |
| 2. Polka | Polka Power! |
| 3. Shoes | Bittersweet Symphony |
| 4. Twirl | You Spin Me Right Round |
| 5. Dip | Bad Romance |
| 6. Formal | Surrendering |
| 7. Invitation | Once A Year We Throw A Party |
| 8. Swept Off Your Feet | Crazy For You |
| 9. Ballad | For I Am Not The One |
| 10. Violin | That's How You Know |
| 11. Score | Kiss The Girl Already! |
| 12. Gown | Lady In Red (Or Blue, Green, White. . . .) |
| 13. Heels | It Starts At My Toes. . . |
| 14. Tuxedo | So They'll Say |
| 15. Ballroom | Ballroom Blitz |
| 16. Gloves | Dress You Up |
| 17. Closer | She Was My Girl |
| 18. Wedding | According To You |
| 19. Lesson | Falling For You |
| 20. Scarf | It's A Love Story |
| 21. Swing | Dance, Dance |
| 22. Nightclub | Remains Of The Day |
| 23. Jig | It Don't Get Better |
| 24. Bonfire | Pyromania |
| 25. Barefoot | Head Over Feet |
| 26. Romance | They Won't Say They're In Love |
| 27. Under The Moon | Everything You'd Ever |
| 28. Masquerade | How Strange |
| 29. Mystery | Your Love Will Kill Me |
| 30. Favorite Song | How Far We've Come |
This table was a bit more difficult to do, but I think I managed to hammer out some nice stories. While the 30 Kisses ended up focusing mostly on the "Solicitor's Ward" version of Victor/Alice, this one is rather more varied, including more muse!fic and an entirely new universe I developed while writing a bunch of the prompts.
We'll get to that later, though. Like I said, I'm in a wedding mood lately, so let's have some muse-related wedding fic:
18. Wedding – According To You
This is disgraceful.
Nell Van Dort frowned disapprovingly over at what had been designated the head table. This was the worst wedding she’d ever been to. Not because of the ceremony – although the attendants had been unusual, the ceremony itself had been acceptable. Not because of the reception either, even it was louder and busier than any she’d attended before. Not even because of the location – she and William had been coming to the Inkwell for some time now, to keep tabs on Victor (well, the Victors – it still confused her a bit that there were two of them running around). No, her disapproval was centered solely on one person –
The bride.
Nell scowled at Alice Liddell, currently done up in the bridal whites. How dare that girl presume to marry into their family? She didn’t have any breeding to speak of – her uncle was a solicitor! How could Victor II (as she thought of him) do this to her and William? When he’d first shown up, Nell had thought (after the initial bafflement) that he would solve the “two brides, one groom” problem Victor I was facing. With two of them about, one could properly wed Victoria Everglot, while the other could entertain that corpse girl. It would have still been a little embarrassing because of the second relationship, but at least one of them would have done right.
But no! Instead, Victor II had inexplicably fallen for the knife-wielding lunatic who had shown up next! The one who had lost her thoroughly middle-class parents in a fire and then spent the next ten years of her life in an asylum! Nell didn’t care how many people told her that Alice was perfectly sane now – that didn’t erase the shame that invariably surrounded such things! And the girl was blunt, and coarse, and liked adventure and daydreaming, and cared nothing for propriety. Nell could find nothing redeeming about her at all.
Yet, Victor II claimed to love her. And, after indulging for an wholly inappropriate length of time in “dating,” he’d proposed to her. Nell had seriously considered just skipping the wedding in protest (it would have definitely saved her the embarrassment of seeing Victor I walk in with both Victoria and that corpse girl as his dates), but she knew her place as mother of the groom. So she’d come, and somehow managed to hold her tongue at the horror of it all. She felt she deserved some sort of medal for that.
“And now, our happy couple will take the floor for their first dance!”
Nell blinked a few times. Dancing? At a wedding? She’d never heard of such a thing. Must be one of those strange future customs, she thought as Victor II led Alice out onto the dance floor. Well, I’m sure even they would choose a song appropriate to this solemn occasion –
“Let’s rock this joint!”
Nell’s jaw dropped. That song?! They were dancing to that horrible song from that horrible movie?! As the pair launched into the swing number, Nell decided her patience had reached its end. “Let’s go, William,” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ve seen enough.”
William, who had been watching the proceedings with the same stunned expression he’d had all day, nodded, and they proceeded relatively unnoticed to the door. As William went ahead to summon the carriage, Nell glanced back. Victor II and Alice were still jumping and spinning all over the dance floor, holding onto each other in completely improper ways. Nell shook her head. “Disgusting.”
But even as she turned away and prepared to leave, she couldn’t help noticing one thing:
Victor II looked happier than she’d ever seen him before.
Yay, we get to see inside Nell's head! And she's a bitch!
-VuM: We needed to see inside her head to get that?-
-TTV: Please, she is still my mother.-
That doesn't excuse her from being a nasty piece of work, at times. Anyway, this is in a kind of weird category -- possible future!fic for my muse/RP characters. I don't know what inspired me to do the wedding from Nell's point of view, other than it being an interesting take on things. (I think I originally planned on Lucy being the viewpoint character, but I'm not certain.) As you can see, Nell does not like her new daughter-in-law. She never does, really -- even in universes where the Liddells and the Van Dorts more or less get along, Nell does not approve of Victor falling in love with Alice, simply because she's common. Victor is supposed to marry up and get her related to nobility, damn it.
-RPD: I also notice she never refers to Emily by name.-
Yeah, I didn't think either set of CB parents would ever actually refer to Emily by her name. She's usually "that corpse girl," or "Corpse Bride" if they're in a good mood.
-TTV: *looks frustrated* I've told Mother time and again, there's nothing wrong with actually calling her 'Emily,' but she just looks at me. . . .-
*nodnod* Anyway, it was kind of fun, getting into Nell's overly-snooty head again. And planning out the possible future nupitals of DGVictor and Alice. I'm sure you can guess which song they're dancing to at the end. ;)
-DW: I'm curious -- are the rest of the Inkwell in the wedding party?-
Yup! Doc and Marty are standing up for Victor, Lucy and Simon for Alice. Dee's the flower girl, and Steve & Gary are the ushers. It's a lovely wedding, to be sure, no matter what Nell thinks.
-TTV: It's completely useless of me to protest I'm not in a threesome, isn't it?-
It's possible future fic, TTV. At that point, you might have actually admitted it to yourself.
-TTV: *rolls eyes*-
Oh, and the title is from the song of the same name by Orianthi. I thought it fit with how Nell thought about Alice, versus how DGVictor feels about her.
Enjoy the fic, and watch out for future installments!