#fearslantern

((i Guess u could say... u can't fight the homestuck))

Mary’s human past and curious nature were secret to very few, and Adaru was not one of those few. He had known for decades about where Mary came from, and had at least a vague idea of what her life was like when her heart still beat and her blood was warm in her veins. Mary never knew much about Adaru’s life, besides the fact that he had once been human, and that he had been around much longer than her. She couldn’t imagine centuries of life, millennia, even, of living endlessly. It would be nice to never know oblivion’s icy grip in theory, but, in practice it seemed much harder.

Mary was not known to be a woman of much emotion, but she did feel one more than she was proud of: loneliness. After all, she had lost most of her family by now, and those she didn’t lose had no idea who she was.

The dark-haired lady turned and looked toward the creature that stood before her, once a man, but now a god. How did he do it, she wondered, how did he not feel the endless sadness that comes from being separated from those you love, forever? Was he ever truly okay with shedding his mortal life for this? Mary knew she certainly didn’t sign up for this, she didn’t hate her duty or the state she was in, but she always hated never having a choice.

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Tendrils flap and twirl beneath her dress where legs should be. All the while, the girl’s near hateful glare did not waver. ‘ You shouldn’t be here. ’  her eyes seemed to say, the very garden itself just as unwelcoming to his presence. It was alive, this place-- not just the skin-like plant life, but the cobblestone, the arches, the fences-- alive.  They moved so subtly beneath the stranger’s feet.  She, herself, was small but she was not all there was.

“ Imbecile.  If you haven’t a purpose you had better GET one! ”  The Queen sharply warned, stepping closer into the space of the other, grotesque and twisted hands gripping her scepter so tightly in constant anger.  “ Mark my words-- LISTEN to this rule: No one may enter Wonderland without changing it or being changed BY it. Do you understand? ”   With that, The Queen simply turned around, (with a sickening squelch)  and seemed to change her vicious, scolding tone, to something gentle but near mocking as her long claws pet a blood painted rose in passing.