#ashercookepara

@unscriptedloses

Walking toward one of the rooms inside the Wonderland Castle Asher was followed by several of the castle staff. Pausing he turned toward the men and women that were just spouting out all sorts of official royal business nonsense. He nodded “I will, I will.... But for right now.” He lifted up a ripped up crumpled piece of paper that seemed as if it were intentionally made to replicate the looks of a treasure map. There were multiple colored markings and images on the paper “I am a bit busy with something important.” The officials started going off, about how what they were telling him was important and how he needed to tend to things urgently.

The reality was that they were wrong,  nothing they wanted him to do was that important. It was a time of peace in Wonderland and those who lived around the land were contempt, if not happy. No one had come to express any grief this week “Look, I will get to all of that tomorrow.” Asher smiled at them “But for now it seems my children need my attention more than...” Gently he lifted his left hand up to tug on a paper being held out to him “...Send an inspection team to look at a portal that has been dropping things from the other world into the lake...”  Squinting slightly he let his hand drop from the paper “It's not going anyway, we can have one day of fun. Go have fun with your children.” Asher turned away then and grabbed onto the doorknob opening the door and walking inside.

After walking inside he noticed four little figures scurrying around the play area, in the dark. Smiling a bit he looked over trying to find Ginevra in all that darkness as well, but she didn't seem to be moving, and he couldn't make her out among the other shapes.  Flipping the light switch he blinked as he stared at the 'empty' room.  Glancing at the paper still in his hand he frowned “I don't get it, it says that I am in the right spot. Where is my treasure?”  Walking over to an art table with a couple of crude drawings on them he reached down to pick up a paper “I didn't know that treasure could be anything but gold...”

Ignoring the twins Sparrow and Skylar's laughing and shuffling under the table he stood straight again  and walked over to a bin full of stuffed animals “Hello?” Grabbing a white rabbit with a watch sewn against its hand he tilted it over  “Is that giggling?”  Grinning he suddenly stuck his hands carefully into the bin and pulled out a small little girl “Astrid! What are you doing in there!” He grinned holding her up before bringing her closer to him “Well, You are an unconventional Treasure, but I guess I'll keep you.” He smiled sweetly gently poking her nose before a shout came out and he was suddenly hit in his left leg.

“Nooo. Daaaaaad! I wanna be a treasure!” Briar shouted, apparently he was the ringleader of the group of four children and had ditched the plan. Skylar and Sparrow then crawled out from their hiding spots still giggling and pointed at Briar and spoke in unison “You ruined it! You flamingo brain!”

Asher grinned and held Astrid against his hip “Ginevra, where did all these kids come from?” He asked her finally looking over to where she had been the entire time and gave her a playful kiss, blowing it at her before patting the top of Briar's head with his free hand “Stop biting my leg.” Asher whispered calmly to the wolf child, but it did hurt a lot more than he was letting on.

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“Oh? I--That's neat.” He mumbled his brows furrowed faintly before he let out a breath and shook his head “It's not sad. I just have been having an emotional week.” He couldn't help but feel like everyone was leaving him. That he was going to be alone. Now, he knew that wasn't true. But moments like these had often hit him and he didn't know what to do with it. As King of Wonderland he wished he wouldn't let things from his past haunt him the way they had. But when the feeling hit there was nothing more he could do. It was like he was back in the woods, dying, tied up side down in a tree screaming for help that would never come.

Swallowing he looked at her briefly before nervously looking away “Your quote just reminded me-- Uh, anyway, ahem...” He shook his head and put on a smile, not a very bright or adorable one as he normally would. Shaking his head he lift a hand up lightly rubbing the back of it against his eyes “Okay. I am not fine. But I will be.” Standing then he turned and walked toward a door, opening it and calling for Briar. The boy came charging out jumping into Asher until the older male lift him up into their arms. Turning back he closed the door sealing off the giggles of other children, his twins with Ginevra mostly. Moving toward Lyra he nods at her “Would you say Briar is learning to control his wolf side better, lately?”

He was king now, and what did a king do? He ruled. Of course Asher wasn't really expecting this at all, even though they had spent quite some time on planning this entire rebellion out. He had know idea what he would do when he actually got on the throne. But he had his friends, and they were smart enough to help him figure it out, if he wasn't. A lot of it thanks to Aradan, who had been a constant companion since he was a child.

Though it was Ginevra that seemed to hold it all together for him. He was always lost lately, in his own darkness, but she seemed to find a way to help him find that certain focus he had needed. And he loved her, he loved her more than he could express. Or was too shy to say to her, thinking that the admittance might somehow poison what they had. But here she was, with him still, even though he had become a king. It was strange, the transition from poor Servant Boy, to a King.  Asher was though, not without the fear that he could one day become like the previous rulers. Especially the Queens that once ravaged Wonderland.

But it was his turn now, it was their turn to make a difference in Wonderland, the wars were over, and he was very well received upon taking the throne. The people loved him for his humble beginnings and the way he still carried his innocent yet strong, fighters personality when he dealt with the people. Which he had made sure everyone in their reach were compensated for the devastation they had all suffered under Jensen's rule.

Standing in his room now, he stared over all the lavishing decorations that littered the area, his twin brother didn't strike him as the sort to want to be living like this. But it seemed that one would be surprised, even by their own sibling. Though they had never really gotten to know one another, his twin  was separated from them when they were just babies, and raised by the king before Jensen.

Asher walked over to the bed and pulled back the curtain that surrounded the bed, staring at Ginevra " What do you think of the room? Is it a little too much?" He grinned a little nervously. She hadn't really been here before " Are you...Um, are you comfortable with...this.." He was talking about the decorations, but also hinting at his bringing her to be with him, at  the moment.

Bubbles-RP

Unscirptedloses

So, people get lost in the woods aallll the time. Shut up, Asher didn't have to hear  it. He was not stupid.  Okay, so maaaybe a year had passed since being lost in the woods. Fine. But you know, he was going through some stuff then. With the lose of a baby, and with Ginevra constantly pulling away. So he took a break. It was longer than he'd intended, obviously. And he ended up being lost in some woods out in some wherever place that one could easily be lost in the woods. Asher hadn't been seen since. His business was still be run though, by his parents. Who hadn't given up on trying to find their missing son. When most people had.

A few months ago Asher had finally been found, and he'd gone through all the things one goes to after being missing and thought to of been dead, even murdered maybe? And now he was free to continue his life as normal. He took back his duties at the bakery he'd owned, and other things to return back to his old life. But there was something missing. That something was Ginevra, who had lost touch with most of the people  she and Asher had known together. She just fell off the map it seemed. Asher didn't blame her, if people thought he was dead, then maybe she had thought he was dead too. But after the last few months, he'd found her.  She was stepping into the bakery, with a strange looking guy. Asher ducked into the back, as he let one of the people who worked for him take her order.

Send “Glimpse to the past” For a random memory from my muses childhood.

Asher’s family had only been at the palace for maybe a year, when Asher finally met the queen herself. He was just a small, very young child, at the time. Accalia was holding him at her hip at the time, Simon standing at his back. They were walking down the hall. There had been an event, extravagant, overly extravagant. Asher’s head rest against his mothers shoulder, he was half asleep at the time when a few guards approached them. They, Accalia and Simon, were made to move to the side. The queen was quickly walking up behind the guards, and she was in a mood.  Apparently, some villager had spilled wine on her, ruining her expensive dress. And she was going on about how such a filthy creature was even allowed in her palace.

After all, this was a party for the richest of Wonderlands people. Stopping then she looks over toward the cook and maid. A most wicked of grins spreading over her red lips. Walking over she tilted her head “ Awww, look at him. “ Reaching out she reached for the child in Accalia’s arms, and like the wolf-mother Accalia was, considering the queens tendency to be off her rocker, jerked away from the crooked, cold fingers that reached for her child. With a smile, Accalia apologized then at her queen, bowing a bit, and then making up the excuse that Asher was very sick after all the cake he’d eaten that night.  The queen’s fingers curled and pulled away from Asher then, who was wrapping his arms around his mothers neck more. That queen scared him to no end. She was always yelling, barking out death sentences.

  It all started when our (former porn) star, Asher, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly relieved, Asher poked a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Before the all-seeing eyes of a perpetually displeased diety, he realized that his beloved Flowers was missing!  Immediately he called his former cellmate, Ginevra. Asher had known Ginevra for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were striking ones.  Ginevra was unique. She was attractive though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. Asher called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

  Ginevra picked up to a very calm Asher. Ginevra calmly assured him that most South American hissing sloths turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually sassily yawn *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Asher.  Why was Ginevra trying to distract Asher?  Because she had snuck out from Asher's with the Flowers only four days prior.  It was a sassy little Flowers... how could she resist?

  It didn't take long before Asher got back to the subject at hand: his Flowers. Ginevra belched. Relunctantly, Ginevra invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Flowers. Asher grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ginevra realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the Flowers and she had to do it fearlessly. She figured that if Asher took the tricked out go kart, she had take at least four minutes before Asher would get there.  But if he took the Tank?  Then Ginevra would be scarcely screwed.

  Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Ginevra was interrupted by five stupid Goats that were lured by her Flowers. Ginevra grimaced; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling relieved, she skillfully reached for her live hand grenade and randomly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the magical cornfield, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief.  That's when she heard the Tank rolling up.  It was Asher.

----o0o----

  As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of live hand grenades, so he knew he was running late.  With a mighty leap, Asher was out of the Tank and went flamboyantly jaunting toward Ginevra's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Ginevra was panicking.  Not thinking, she tossed the Flowers into a box of ripened avocados and then slid the box behind her whale. Ginevra was pleased but at least the Flowers was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

  'Come in,' Ginevra sassily purred.  With a skillful push, Asher opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive flaming idiot in a 'modded' Civic,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Ginevra assured him. Asher took a seat wonderfully far from where Ginevra had hidden the Flowers. Ginevra yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted.  But Asher was distracted. Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, Ginevra noticed a annoying look on Asher's face. Asher slowly opened his mouth to speak.

  '...What's that smell?'

  Ginevra felt a stabbing pain in her prostate when Asher asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the Flowers right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A clueless look started to form on Asher's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's carrots from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Asher nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Ginevra could react, Asher skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it.  The Flowers was plainly in view.

  Asher stared at Ginevra for what what must've been eleven minutes. A few unfulfilled decades later, Ginevra groped exotically in Asher's direction, clearly desperate. Asher grabbed the Flowers and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Ginevra let out a electric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Asher,' she rebuked. Ginevra always had been a little abrasive, so Asher knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Ginevra did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at her or something. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he gripped his Flowers tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

  Ginevra looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Asher. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Asher. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Ginevra walked over to the window and looked down. Asher was gone.

----o0o----

  Just yonder, Asher was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind Ginevra's place. Asher had severely hurt his shin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Goats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Flowers.  One by one they latched on to Asher.  Already weakened from his injury, Asher yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Goats running off with his Flowers.

  But then God came down with His outgoing smile and restored Asher's Flowers. Feeling pleased, God smote the Goats for their injustice.  Then He got in His 'modded' Civic and blasted away with the fortitude of  1.2 billion 3-legged wallabies running from a bloated pack of South American hissing sloths. Asher danced with joy when he saw this. His Flowers was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in seven minutes his favorite TV show,  Law and Order, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When spotted wolf hamsters meet malaria'). Asher was excited. And so, everyone except Ginevra and a few rusty razor blade-toting legless puppies lived blissfully happy, forever after.

  It all started when our predictably heroic hero, Asher, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling abundantly frustrated, Asher punched a gerbil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved Book was missing!  Immediately he called his vicariously jealous friend, Aradan. Asher had known Aradan for (plus or minus) 550,000 years, the majority of which were eccentric ones.  Aradan was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... clueless. Asher called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

  Aradan picked up to a very sad Asher. Aradan calmly assured him that most legless puppies sigh before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually indiscriminately sneeze *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Asher.  Why was Aradan trying to distract Asher?  Because he had snuck out from Asher's with the Book only four days prior.  It was a curious little Book... how could he resist?

  It didn't take long before Asher got back to the subject at hand: his Book. Aradan panicked. Relunctantly, Aradan invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Book. Asher grabbed his George Foreman grill and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Aradan realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Book and he had to do it fearlessly. He figured that if Asher took the wannabe go-fast Civic, he had take at least nine minutes before Asher would get there.  But if he took the Swagan?  Then Aradan would be excessively screwed.

  Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Aradan was interrupted by seven dimwitted KimodoDragons that were lured by his Book. Aradan cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling displeased, he thoughtfully reached for his gerbil and aggressively groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the Swagan rolling up.  It was Asher.

----o0o----

  As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of dangerous oil-soaked rags, so he knew he was running late.  With a inept leap, Asher was out of the Swagan and went charismatically jaunting toward Aradan's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Aradan was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the Book into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. Aradan was angered but at least the Book was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

  'Come in,' Aradan flamboyantly purred.  With a quick push, Asher opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive noble genius in a nappy, busted-out hatchback,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Aradan assured him. Asher took a seat just perfectly far from where Aradan had hidden the Book. Aradan panicked trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But Asher was distracted. Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, Aradan noticed a selfish look on Asher's face. Asher slowly opened his mouth to speak.

  '...What's that smell?'

  Aradan felt a stabbing pain in his taint when Asher asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Book right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A dimwitted look started to form on Asher's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Asher nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Aradan could react, Asher carefully lunged toward the box and opened it.  The Book was plainly in view.

  Asher stared at Aradan for what what must've been nine nanoseconds. Happy as a frickin' monkey, Aradan groped explosively in Asher's direction, clearly desperate. Asher grabbed the Book and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Aradan let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Asher,' he rebuked. Aradan always had been a little annoying, so Asher knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Aradan did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at him or something. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, he gripped his Book tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

  Aradan looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Asher. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Asher. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Aradan walked over to the window and looked down. Asher was gone.

----o0o----

  Just yonder, Asher was struggling to make his way through the bush behind Aradan's place. Asher had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral KimodoDragons suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Book.  One by one they latched on to Asher.  Already weakened from his injury, Asher yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of KimodoDragons running off with his Book.

  About four hours later, Asher awoke, his scalp throbbing.  It was dark and Asher did not know where he was.  Deep in the broad imaginery desert, Asher was excessively lost. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he remembered that his Book was taken by the KimodoDragons. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a oversized KimodoDragon emerged from the haunted thicket.  It was the alpha KimodoDragon. Asher opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the KimodoDragon sunk its teeth into Asher's fingernail. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Asher's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

  Less than two miles away, Aradan was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Book.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade.  With a hasty thrust, he buried it deeply into his fingernail.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Asher... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the Book that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant KimodoDragons, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(