Now Onto The Coughing Part of the Program
Jun. 29th, 2012 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickAt least it's not as bad as Mom's is sometimes. Ugh.
In other news, getting hot again. Sleeping will be fun. I haven't been sleeping well these past couple of nights, between coughing/stuffed-up-ness and overheating. Hoping Nyquil and less covers will help.
Sickness seems to have stalled my progress on "Finding You." >.< At least I'm keeping up with my 100 Drabbles. And Gigs's gift-fic should be all ready to go tomorrow.
*coughs again* Damn it, I hate colds.
You know, I haven't posted an "Alice finding a Victor memory" in a bit, have I? Maybe doing so will get me some of my "Finding You" inspiration back. Where was I. . .
Mysterious East
My mind must just love making me run in circles.
Well, she’d solved the puzzle (if you could call it that) and was now on her way again. Before her was another floating hunk of earth, with another geisha (at least, she was pretty sure that’s what those girls were called) crying blood, vases pouring water into a little pool, and – a butterfly! “What on earth did we talk about that could have anything to do with the mysterious east?” she mumbled, touching it.
“I’ve heard the Chinese bind the feet of their women, to show they don’t have to walk anywhere. Can you imagine that? It sounds like slow torture.”
Oh right, now she remembered! They’d wandered into the Chinatown section of London while getting a few groceries, and Victor had shared that tidbit with her. They’d mutually shuddered over the idea of purposely crippling a woman in the name of “status.” Alice looked at her own feet fondly. She quite liked being able to run and jump and climb, thank you very much. And she was glad Victor liked it too – despite growing up in a rich, trying-desperately-to-be-posh family, he didn’t seem to hold with trapping women in the home. It was comforting to know a man who didn’t either want her flat on her back with her legs spread (bastards) or stuck between the sitting room and the kitchen, sewing samplers and cooking all day. Not that she minded cooking or sewing when it was useful and necessary, but. . . . Well, she’d always been the sort who’d wanted to have adventures. That was the whole point of Wonderland.
Speaking of which, there was a keyhole to investigate up on that ledge. Alice jumped up to it, then took a moment in the shrinking violet to get her wounds healed. I really was lucky, wasn’t I? she reflected as the petals soothed her aches and pains. Mama and Papa didn’t mind Lizzie or me reading books, or running around like the boys did. I wonder. . .are they in Heaven? Or – or if there is such a thing as the Land of the Dead – it’s probably just something Victor made up, but still. . .it sounds nice. And it’s also nice to be able to think about maybe visiting them again, if he can tell me a way to get down there without dying. . . .
She popped out of the flower and collected the teeth it dropped. Whatever one wanted to say about Victor’s mental state, there was no doubt that he’d given her a lot of happy things to think about. He’d been such a good friend to her over these past few months. Every time she thought about him, she got a warm glow. I hope we can stay in touch after he leaves, she thought. I’m – I’m going to really miss him when he goes. And she was, too. He was the only one worth talking to in the whole city. She sighed and shrank her way through the keyhole, wondering what secrets it would reveal.
I'm not quite satisfied with this one, but I'm reminding myself it's just a first draft. I hope the sentiment comes through regardless. Enjoy!
In other news, getting hot again. Sleeping will be fun. I haven't been sleeping well these past couple of nights, between coughing/stuffed-up-ness and overheating. Hoping Nyquil and less covers will help.
Sickness seems to have stalled my progress on "Finding You." >.< At least I'm keeping up with my 100 Drabbles. And Gigs's gift-fic should be all ready to go tomorrow.
*coughs again* Damn it, I hate colds.
You know, I haven't posted an "Alice finding a Victor memory" in a bit, have I? Maybe doing so will get me some of my "Finding You" inspiration back. Where was I. . .
Mysterious East
My mind must just love making me run in circles.
Well, she’d solved the puzzle (if you could call it that) and was now on her way again. Before her was another floating hunk of earth, with another geisha (at least, she was pretty sure that’s what those girls were called) crying blood, vases pouring water into a little pool, and – a butterfly! “What on earth did we talk about that could have anything to do with the mysterious east?” she mumbled, touching it.
“I’ve heard the Chinese bind the feet of their women, to show they don’t have to walk anywhere. Can you imagine that? It sounds like slow torture.”
Oh right, now she remembered! They’d wandered into the Chinatown section of London while getting a few groceries, and Victor had shared that tidbit with her. They’d mutually shuddered over the idea of purposely crippling a woman in the name of “status.” Alice looked at her own feet fondly. She quite liked being able to run and jump and climb, thank you very much. And she was glad Victor liked it too – despite growing up in a rich, trying-desperately-to-be-posh family, he didn’t seem to hold with trapping women in the home. It was comforting to know a man who didn’t either want her flat on her back with her legs spread (bastards) or stuck between the sitting room and the kitchen, sewing samplers and cooking all day. Not that she minded cooking or sewing when it was useful and necessary, but. . . . Well, she’d always been the sort who’d wanted to have adventures. That was the whole point of Wonderland.
Speaking of which, there was a keyhole to investigate up on that ledge. Alice jumped up to it, then took a moment in the shrinking violet to get her wounds healed. I really was lucky, wasn’t I? she reflected as the petals soothed her aches and pains. Mama and Papa didn’t mind Lizzie or me reading books, or running around like the boys did. I wonder. . .are they in Heaven? Or – or if there is such a thing as the Land of the Dead – it’s probably just something Victor made up, but still. . .it sounds nice. And it’s also nice to be able to think about maybe visiting them again, if he can tell me a way to get down there without dying. . . .
She popped out of the flower and collected the teeth it dropped. Whatever one wanted to say about Victor’s mental state, there was no doubt that he’d given her a lot of happy things to think about. He’d been such a good friend to her over these past few months. Every time she thought about him, she got a warm glow. I hope we can stay in touch after he leaves, she thought. I’m – I’m going to really miss him when he goes. And she was, too. He was the only one worth talking to in the whole city. She sighed and shrank her way through the keyhole, wondering what secrets it would reveal.
I'm not quite satisfied with this one, but I'm reminding myself it's just a first draft. I hope the sentiment comes through regardless. Enjoy!
