The Path That Wasn't Taken [For seewhatmightbe]

[a_pretty_fire]

The night was black as coal. The same colour as her heart. The same colour as a tongue that had been corrupted by filthy little lies. Usually, Drusilla would have relished that. But things were different now

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[seewhatmightbe]

Alice was sprawled on her stomach, her feet in the air, resting - well, to the extent that she needed to rest, where others might sleep she took time to have her own thoughts. Seeing Drusilla, she hurriedly rearranged herself in a decidedly more ladylike sitting position, focused on some middle distance. "There are two different paths, it seems. And I've chosen to go down one and not the other."

[seewhatmightbe]

Alice smiled, meeting Dru's eyes. "I'll live up to them," she promised in return.

[a_pretty_fire]

"I never doubted it, sweetest heart."

She leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead.

[seewhatmightbe]

Alice just smiled, giving a contented sigh. "It's really quite marvelous."

[a_pretty_fire]

"We deserve it."

After all they'd been through as humans, they deserved it. They deserved fun and freedom and life after death.

[seewhatmightbe]

They did. And grateful as she was, Alice was in a sentimental sort of mood, too; she felt like sharing. "I'm -- I'm thankful. Thankful and happy."

[a_pretty_fire]

"What else makes you happy?" Drusilla asked, raising a hand to stroke Alice's hair. She had beautiful hair. It fitted her. A porcelain doll, she was. All red lips and wide eyes. "I want my pet to be happy."

[seewhatmightbe]

Alice mulled over this for a moment. Plenty of things did, but she wanted to give the best answer. Smiling sweetly, she thought aloud. "Oh -- anything pretty, really. Pretty dresses, or pretty songs." Her eyes glinted. "Pretty boys, too."

[a_pretty_fire]

And it was the perfect answer. The answer that Drusilla would have given herself.

"We need to go shopping," she noted, "We need new dresses."

For some reason, she couldn't keep the blood out of her skirts.

[seewhatmightbe]

"We do," Alice agreed. She loved shopping a little too much. And everything she had was just getting ruined slowly.

[a_pretty_fire]

Drusilla didn't like or dislike shopping. As long as she had an ample supply of pretty dresses, she didn't care where they came from. It was fun to play with the shop keepers, though. They squirmed ever so much.

"Shall we?" she asked, "It'll be my treat."

[seewhatmightbe]

"Really?" Alice couldn't help but beam. "I think we shall."

[a_pretty_fire]

"And jewellry," added Drusilla, rising gratefully and smoothing out her skirts. "Rubies and emeralds and sapphires like stars."

She imagined them dancing down the street with a ring on each finger, shining in the light of the street lamps.

[seewhatmightbe]

"Shining so lovely," Alice chimed in. Oh, it did appeal.

[a_pretty_fire]

"Then why are we waiting?" exclaimed Drusilla, laughing and smiling and acting, for all the world, as if Alice was the one who'd kept them indoors. The story had been important, yes, but it had been told and it was time to move on to other things.

[seewhatmightbe]

It was a whim, and Alice could certainly adapt to those. "I haven't the slightest idea," she returned, matching the giggle and devil-may-care attitude with her own.