alice liddell (downrabbithole) wrote in faewoods, @ 2012-03-26 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice liddell, iris lawson, winterwood |
WHO. Alice & Iris
WHAT. Alice taking pride in her drawings at the tavern.
WHERE. The tavern in winterwood.
WHEN. Late evening, Monday.
WARNINGS. None.
STATUS. Complete!
Chattery, lively voices dispelled throughout the tavern, not a one had something articulate to say. Hustled and bustled the town might be, but they all clung to their usual duties and painfully ordinary routines just the same. The town drunks were doing what they did best, drinking themselves to death. The housewives were showing off their fancy new gowns tailored by the finest materials gold could buy. Unremarkable patterns for unremarkable people, and Alice failed to be the exception, what with her sketching fictional characters on parchments. How else was she suppose to document her adventures in Wonderland? On paper? Doubtful - Alice never considered herself a writer, always believing a picture was worth a thousand words.
That day particularly, Alice felt compelled to draw The Red Queen that made her second home unpleasant when their paths crossed, right down to her smile that was more monstrous than friendly. She felt everyone had the right to know what a tyrant she was, and they would once she could put her opinion on paper. It showed seamlessly, down to the pretentious grin and untamed hair. Red certainly didn't resemble the beautiful Queens who ruled across Fae Woods.
Hours later, Alice had finished her work of art and managed to charcoal in cards to the drawing - not ordinary ones, their bodies were shaped like a card but they had stick-figured arms and legs, stubby hands and feet, and human faces. "Lovely," she mused at her drawing, not the Queen or her cowardly followers. Now that her masterpiece was finished, she didn't have a soul to share it with - strangers wouldn't understand it, her stepparents and stepbrother would laugh at her, and her sister was already fast asleep in bed at this hour.