Kings and Queens of the Mirror 1c/?
anonymous
May 22 2011, 03:43:45 UTC
Arthur walked up the stairs, opened the door to the room she had indicated, then closed it and locked it with the front door key. It was a small room, with a small bed in the corner. The windows were covered with heavy black curtains, and the panes painted over. The walls were painted erratically, depicting something akin to a psychedelic trip. In one corner, a series of barely legible words were painted. Arthur could make them out, however, as he had seen them plenty of times in Alfred’s mind already.
“How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they’d give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn’t good to drink- but oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it’s very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different beyond. Oh, Kitty, how nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking-glass House!”
Arthur grimaced, and turned from the wall. As he began to dig through the drawers in search of some clothes that suited him, he wondered at it all. He was in a room, in some form of a house or tavern or whatever it may when he next went out the door, in the mind of his comatose lover. He had no idea where Alfred may be, or what he was doing. The two men were trapped in Looking-Glass House.
“How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they’d give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn’t good to drink- but oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it’s very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different beyond. Oh, Kitty, how nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking-glass House!”
Arthur grimaced, and turned from the wall. As he began to dig through the drawers in search of some clothes that suited him, he wondered at it all. He was in a room, in some form of a house or tavern or whatever it may when he next went out the door, in the mind of his comatose lover. He had no idea where Alfred may be, or what he was doing. The two men were trapped in Looking-Glass House.
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That's an interesting start, hell! O__O Got me excited already! So looking forward to the next update!!
Thank you A!A for writing this!
~OP!
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I especially liked the little details of how all the people are Alfred, really, but not. It was chilling. *shudders*
<3 Can't wait for the update!
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