“ well, if it isn’t the bloody red queen... ” Hell, a nice U N I Q U E portion of existence that she’d found herself limited in her desire to go ( call it not wanting to fuck herself over ) but hey new rulers had always been FUN —whether longevity was an option or not. “ could really use the fires of Hell...right about NOW, ” they let their features curve into something both amused and impatient; in her defense, she’d never been one to be stuck indoors too long. it reminded her FAR TOO MUCH of a little well thought of torture period. “ you know — toast some marshmallows, pretend it’s the summer of 69. ”