#polly!!

Polly walked with Alastor to the train station. Well…more like hopped while Alastor kept up with her pace. She seemed to realize that she may have been walking a bit fast and slowed down.

“Oh-! I’m sorry. I am very excited!”

// yippee!!

pls wake up I'm bored

Polly had never associated hotels with good. When she was little and still under her mother’s care in Wrath, they’d been in and out of hotels quite a lot after their van got stolen—most of which she’d been left alone in.

This hadn’t been an issue for the rabbit back then. After all, she had the company of her dearest imaginary friends!…However, every time she looked back at it, it reminded her of how much she’d clipped her mother’s wings. The hindrance she still was. 

It was a terrible thing, to be a burden. She wanted to be an uplifter! And…What better way to uplift than to celebrate every happening she saw around her? She heard that Alastor and the king were getting married soon. 

What would be an adequate gift? Why not pick flowers for them? Vox would want her to. She saw a bundle of pink roses by the post office. Roses were a classic symbol of love! Perhaps it was overdone. They were just too pretty to resist.

So, Polly ran over to pick two of the roses and ran back into the hotel with them. Accidentally tracking dirt on the carpets. Deepest apologies, Niffty!

Alastor was currently designing some of the decor for the wedding, adding his and Lucifer’s favorite colors, and….

A dash of blue. For Vox. Maybe Heaven would be nice and let him come down to celebrate with them….

His ears flicked when he heard the familiar putter patter of Polly’s walking - he memorized how everyone in the hotel walked. Just for fun, promise! Not out of lingering trauma at all!

Once they reached their stop on the bus, they stepped out and beheld the city in front of them. It wasn’t particularly big, like Polly had said before, but it was nice! Very western.

“Oh, Los Satanio…” Polly held her hand above her eyes as she looked up at the sky. “We can walk to the hotel. It shouldn’t be too far away!”

// I like long posts dw!! But ofc I don’t mind it being split up :3

After Alastor—the man she found a friend in, her dearest stepfather—had so kindly provided her with an immensely satisfying dinner, Polly was blown away. He, His Majesty and Mr. Vox—three powerful luminaries—had created a beautiful family! 

A bundle of joy, it was. Full of ever so charming animals, a lovely little daughter…and now, her. She had a family. One that practically smothered her troubles away with mirth and compassion.

She knew she had to try and be a better uplifter for her delightful . The main question was, how?

More flowers? That may have been overdue. Cookies? She wanted to wait and see if Mr. Vox was able to visit from upstairs so she could make some for him, as well.

What if she fixed them some nice drinks? That would be wonderful. She’d learned a little while ago that if she’d just mixed strawberries with left out tonic water and…semi-good lemons, it made for a delicate strawberry cordial. 

All of the kids who were much smaller than she was had always liked it, and as far as she knew, a strong aversion to strawberries wasn’t all that common. If it turned out that either of them loathed strawberries, it would be rather embarrassing…

Just to make sure it looked appealing, she’d gotten up exceedingly early and bought an ice cube pack from a supermarket. Mint leaves, too, for good measure (she really had to search for those). Once she got back, it was then she realized that if they wanted drinks, they could just go to Mr. Husk. Oh, well!

She prepared the two glasses and she carefully walked over to Alastor’s room, afraid they would spill.

“Are you there, Mr. Alastor? It’s Polly!…I’ve made you and His Majesty a drink.” She briefly attempted to peer through the keyhole.

Alastor was curled up in a spinny chair, scribbling down notes for a script when he heard a knock at the door, and a familiar chipper voice.

He scooted the chair back, keeping it from rolling away as he did, and made his way to the door, opening it.

“Ah, hello Polly!”

Polly had a ball at the wedding! She made flower crowns for the grooms, talked to new and exciting people, gained insight into royal weddings for her manuscript firsthand…she wore a red dress with puffed sleeves. Puffed sleeves! How elegant, how ethereal!

Despite it all, she knew what was soon to come after the wedding: the search for her mother. This is not to say that she wasn’t happy to potentially see the woman that remained in her thoughts for eight years, or to go on an adventure with her stepfather. Of course she wanted to complete such an important mission! It was just that she…was not sure how she felt about going back to Wrath after running away so soon.

She’d tried to place it at the back of her mind. To tell herself that it was eons away, and that she had plenty of time to prepare! 

…except the month of February came quickly, like a bullet train. The day she and Alastor went away was nearing, and she was far from prepared. By Satan, she was woefully short on preparations! So, she decided to approach Alastor for help.

She scurried up to him, carrying a pile of paper in her hands.

“Mr. Alastor! Hello,” she greeted hastily, very visibly nervous. “Per your suggestion, I’ve written down the things I would like to ask my momma! For when…we go to Wrath together. Would you like to add anything?”

Alastor - who had been making one of many checklists (itinerary, things to pack, things to do before leaving, et cetera, peered down at the bunny girl.