Characters: The Cheshire Cat and whoever wants to play with him Content: A certain feline finds himself in a most peculiar place... Setting: Near Vanaheim Time: Thursday, twilight Warnings: Nekidness. Nothing is described, though.
To The Cheshire Cat~dominantMarch 3 2006, 07:45:21 UTC
Seeing as Vexen had taken his leave without informing anybody, as usual, Larxene had taken care of the rest of the matters at the hotel. Ashe had informed her the night before that she was going to leave in the morning, and she was indeed gone. People weren't good company anymore these days. Motherfu--
Anyway.
Larxene's boots made quick tap, tap sounds agains the cobblestone in the street as she walked towards the nearest gate after having traveled around the whole day. Her head ached slightly from the slew of drinks she'd consumed the night before, but hey! Killer hangovers weren't her thing. Not that she got them, anyway. That coffee in the morning had helped her nerves, and her head, calm down a bit.
"...Son of a bitch. Everybody has just disappeared," she said to nobody in particular that night, wondering where the rest of the Organization was up to. Bunch of morons were probably fooling around like she was.
...Oh, look! Here was the icing on the cake!
"Well hello there. Who might you be?" she asked the cat-like person that
( ... )
"I could be," the Cat conceided with a slight, fang-bearing grin. "But there is a time for that, and there is a time to be nobody. I have not yet determined what time it is."
Well, this may prove to be an interesting day after all.
To The Cheshire Cat~dominantMarch 3 2006, 08:33:45 UTC
"Well, you had better make up your mind soon," she quickly retorted. Her hand quickly reached out to brush against the markings on his left arm. Her hand didn't feel anything in the confines of it's glove, but the urge was just mauling her on the inside.
Anyway.
Larxene's boots made quick tap, tap sounds agains the cobblestone in the street as she walked towards the nearest gate after having traveled around the whole day. Her head ached slightly from the slew of drinks she'd consumed the night before, but hey! Killer hangovers weren't her thing. Not that she got them, anyway. That coffee in the morning had helped her nerves, and her head, calm down a bit.
"...Son of a bitch. Everybody has just disappeared," she said to nobody in particular that night, wondering where the rest of the Organization was up to. Bunch of morons were probably fooling around like she was.
...Oh, look! Here was the icing on the cake!
"Well hello there. Who might you be?" she asked the cat-like person that ( ... )
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"I might be any number of people," he said smoothly as he glanced up from his rectangle. "Did you have anyone in mind?"
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"Nobody in particular," she began, eyeing him carefully. "But you could be your own indivuidual."
A tricky little fucker, now, wasn't he? This wouldn't be as easy as she ahd originally thought.
~ XII
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Well, this may prove to be an interesting day after all.
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What a peculiar person.
~ XII.
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