Snow White and the Sleeping Beauty
WHO: Alice (Mei) and the Queen of Hearts (Atthis)
WHEN: October 4th, late Monday
WHERE: It begins outside the Winchester- it ends on the other side of the looking glass
WHAT: Intervention is found in the strangest of places. 'Yuri' the only one for me...?
Once upon an evening fair, an Atthis breathed the cool night air. She walked the length of all the streets and listened to the city's beats but quite alone with soft let sighs she felt her heart give plaintive cries. Her 'Goddess' worked for lengthened hours for what was she to higher powers? The minutes came, the minutes went. For Atthis, now, her day was spent. She came upon another pub-
And promptly stopped at the sight of a young girl placed discreetly by the large open faced windows of 'The Winchester'. Unaccompanied. Brows knitted in concentration. Or duress. A princess from a fairy tale wearing a shroud of longing too intense for such a sweet countenance.
"My dear," Her approach was a smooth one, her concern subtle enough to be polite, her interest thoroughly masked under the kind smile and the delicate tap on a narrow shoulder. "Such a sad look on such a beautiful face. Is something the matter?"
WHEN: October 4th, late Monday
WHERE: It begins outside the Winchester- it ends on the other side of the looking glass
WHAT: Intervention is found in the strangest of places. 'Yuri' the only one for me...?
Once upon an evening fair, an Atthis breathed the cool night air. She walked the length of all the streets and listened to the city's beats but quite alone with soft let sighs she felt her heart give plaintive cries. Her 'Goddess' worked for lengthened hours for what was she to higher powers? The minutes came, the minutes went. For Atthis, now, her day was spent. She came upon another pub-
And promptly stopped at the sight of a young girl placed discreetly by the large open faced windows of 'The Winchester'. Unaccompanied. Brows knitted in concentration. Or duress. A princess from a fairy tale wearing a shroud of longing too intense for such a sweet countenance.
"My dear," Her approach was a smooth one, her concern subtle enough to be polite, her interest thoroughly masked under the kind smile and the delicate tap on a narrow shoulder. "Such a sad look on such a beautiful face. Is something the matter?"