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Valice Shipping Week, Day 8: Author’s Choice - Other Woman!

And so we come to the final day of Valice Shipping Week – and we end on a Vemlicia short. Figures, huh? ;p Look, I really wanted to do something with the Somebody I Used To Know verse – I’ve done so much work on creating Wonderland weapons and outfits for this foursome, I feel like I’ve neglected their actual story a bit. Felt good to actually WRITE something for them. Since the prompt was “author’s choice” and the verse a poly one, I decided to take inspiration from Emily canonically sobbing that Victoria was the “other woman.” Of course, in this verse, Emily has no issue with sharing Victor with Victoria, or Alice…but it seems someone else might…

“So – now that everyone is assembled, can you please tell us just what was so funny at that party?”

“Please,” Victoria nodded, frowning at Victor. “It’s been bothering me all night.”

“Sorry,” Victor said, looking around the group with an embarrassed little grin. “I didn’t want to keep you in such suspense. I simply thought it would be easier to tell all of you at once.”

“Fair enough,” Alice allowed, swinging a leg idly and making the over-sized mushroom cap they were all perched on jiggle. “Though we could have tried conjuring up Emily from the ether when you came home.”

“I know, but – it was a long party,” Victor admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “I just wanted to get to bed.”

“I’ve no doubt, if it was one thrown by your mother,” Emily said, shaking her head. “I’m surprised you and Victoria even went, honestly.”

“Well, we’d missed the previous three, and Nell was starting to get – upset,” Victoria said, pressing her fingers between her eyes. “Better to give up a night to ourselves than get embroiled in a months-long argument with my mother-in-law. I just wish we could have brought Alice. It would have been nice to have a friendly face to look upon when we retired to the drawing room after dinner.”

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Valice Shipping Week, Day 7: Justice!

As the Secundus story at the beginning of this week was followed by one from Queen Wins, so too must the Forgotten Vows story be followed by Catch Us If You Can! I would be doing my favorite murder couple a disservice by neglecting them. And besides, I’ve always wanted to write a little more for them. Today’s entry tackles the aftermath of the Great Rutledge Break-Out (aka Alice busting Victor out of the asylum) and them killing the Monroe twins. The two are hiding out after escaping the asylum grounds, and Victor has a question for Alice…

“So. . .what happens now?”

Alice bit her lip, letting the curtain drop back into place. “I’m – not quite sure,” she confessed quietly. “I’m afraid my plans extended only as far as getting you out of Rutledge. I didn’t think much farther ahead.” She turned to face him, rocking on her heels. “And, of course, they never included us killing those awful twins.”

“Right.” Victor picked at a stray thread sticking out from his sleeve. “I. . .is it – b-bad that I’m not sorry about that? At all?”

“Maybe.” Alice dropped back down with a little bump, sending up a puff of dust from the creaking floor. I suppose I should sweep if we’re going to be living here for the time being…though maybe not. I don’t want the police thinking anyone but the usual squatters have infested this place. It must already be of interest of them, given it’s the former house of my family lawyer. . .Mr. Radcliffe, you were a liar and a thief and an all-around jackass, but I thank you for leaving your home so conveniently open to fugitives. Even if it’s just for a night. “But I’m not a good person to ask. I shoved Bumby in front of a train, after all. And I’ve never felt prouder of anything in my life.”

Victor’s lips quirked upwards in a vague approximation of a smile. “Wish I’d been conscious enough to see that.”

How could one sentence crack her heart so neatly in two? “Victor – I am so sorry,” she whispered, forcing herself to meet his eyes even as a familiar, awful burbling started up in the shadows. “I never wanted to – to just leave you there. If that bloody woman hadn’t seen everything, I would have stayed in that station as long as it took to get you back. I almost stayed anyway, but Cheshire – he wouldn’t let me be, was insistent I go–” Alice, this game of Hangman is one you cannot win! You have no letters, only your legs and your mind! You do him no good swinging from the gallows! RUN! “And i-idiot me thought, ‘Hightopp seems fond of me, and Fred too, surely I can trust my beloved to them…’” The burbling grew louder as two yellow eyes poked out of the black, glaring with the heat of a thousand suns… “I never dreamed they would – or that your parents – a-and then I was spending so much t-time avoiding people I never even looked at a paper until–” CANNERY HEIR CONDEMNED TO RUTLEDGE – Recovers from mindless state, refuses to recant story of walking dead! “I never – Victor, if I’d had any c-clue–”

His lips crushed against hers, killing the rest of her tearful confession. “I know,” he whispered as he pulled back, eyes intense. “I don’t blame you, Alice. I never did. I knew you had greater things on your mind.” He swallowed, eyes wet. “Besides, c-considering what I…what I c-could have…you should have just s-shoved me on the tracks for a-almost–”

“Never,” Alice replied, cutting off that awful thought with her fingers against his mouth. “That wasn’t you, Victor. That was the – the wind-up doll Bumby made out of you. And you didn’t, remember? You snapped out of it when you saw me.”

“But I didn’t stay snapped,” Victor mumbled, staring at his shoes. “I just…it t-took two bloody months for me to even…”

“Don’t,” Alice whispered, running her fingers through the bare fuzz atop his head. Oh God, his poor hair, shaved down almost to the bone…was he as cold as she was whenever that happened? “I know Rutledge, Victor. I know what happens there.” Her hand ghosted down to his arm, to the tiny forest of not-quite-healed red Ys marring his pale skin, and the impression of thick leather straps still cutting into his wrist. “Finding yourself isn’t easy. Just surviving is task enough.” Back up to his chest, to the ribs that were so prominent even through the shirt…how could he have gotten any thinner, he was barely there before… She swallowed back a fresh sob. “I wish I’d been there to save you.”

Victor pulled her tight against him. “You did,” he murmured, soft and close to her ear. “You did save me. When it counted the most. And you saved all those children in Houndsditch too! In one fell swoop! Alice, you’re a hero!”

The shadows sneered, one lengthening into a long bony claw. “Am I?” Alice muttered, watching it. “I disposed of Bumby, sure…but there are hundreds of men just like him, all over the world. Dozens just in London alone. I don’t know who has control of the Home these days. If anyone’s looking after them. They could have been left to just fend for themselves.” She buried her face in his shoulder. “They’re easy pickings for the leeches of the world. A single good deed does not a hero make.”

Silence hung over them for a moment. Then, slowly, Victor pulled away, just enough to look her in the eye. The Jabberwock hissed at his expression, retreating to the safety of his corner. “Alice,” he said, voice low and dark and about the most unVictorish thing she’d ever heard. “I think we’ve just proved we’re very good at killing people…”

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Eight!

It all ends here! Today’s Official Prompt is: Author’s Choice! Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Seven!

Today’s Official Prompt is: Justice! (Alternates – Revenge and Irony!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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Valice Shipping Week, Day 6: Piano!

Oh hey, look what it is – another bit of Forgotten Vows Verse fic! Yeah – much like how the first Sunday prompt had to be for Secundus, I figured the Friday prompt should be for Forgotten Vows. This one’s a look into the near future for the couple, after the events of “Fixing You” have finally wrapped up and they’ve moved into their new house in Sandford. Victor had a special delivery from Burtonsville recently, and he’s just gotten it all fixed up…

“And. . .there!”

Victor smiled as he carefully removed the tuning lever from the pin. “You’re all set, my darling,” he informed his piano as he slid out the mutes and stacked them in their little box. “Every string tuned to perfection.”

He tidied away the rest of his tools, then closed the lid. “I was so worried that my parents wouldn’t turn you over to me,” he continued, sitting on the bench and playing a quick scale. C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C rang out, clear and crisp. “You may not be a Harryhausen, but Johnson & Selick are equally as good. I thought for sure Mother and Father would prefer you to rot in their music room just so they could brag about owning you, rather than hand you over to someone who would actually use you.” G, A, B, C, D, E, F#, G. “Fortunate that I’m their son, I suppose. And that, should they complain when I ask them for something, I can remind them they once left me with the likes of Bumby.” Db, Eb, F, Gb, Ab, Bb, C, Db. “I missed you in Houndsditch. The upright there worked well enough, especially once I gave it a proper tuning, but – there’s nothing like your own piano, is there?” He swiped his finger up and down the keyboard. “I shan’t ever leave you again, my sweet. Not if I can help it.”

“You know, I really shouldn’t be surprised in your choice of mistress.”

Victor considered it a personal triumph that he didn’t immediately bang into the piano and undo all his hard work. He twisted his head around to see Alice smirking at him from the doorway. “Especially when I consider the passion you bestowed upon that upright that ‘worked well enough,’” she continued. “Why, you’ve been cheating on me since the beginning, haven’t you?”

“You always seemed quite eager to listen in,” Victor retorted, standing up to face her properly.

“Oh, I never said I disapproved of your little liaison,” Alice responded, grinning. She nodded at the piano. “All prettied up, then?”

Ab, Bb, C, Db, Eb, F, G, Ab… “She’s ready for anything,” Victor confirmed. Then, on a whim, he extended a hand to Alice. “Care to join us for a ménage à trois?”

Alice stared at him for a full minute – not that Victor blamed her. He was having a hard time believing those words came out of his mouth himself. Then, biting her lip, she accepted his hand. “Why, Mister Van Dort, how forward! To invite your own wife to share the stage with your girlfriend! When said wife is so out of practice as well! If my mother were here, she’d – she’d probably regret pushing me into piano lessons,” Alice admitted, finally succumbing to her giggles.

“Or at least wonder if I was really teaching you an instrument,” Victor agreed with a laugh of his own. “Still, better this than your jokes about how we should just form a harem with Victoria and Christopher already.”

“Oh yes, God forbid she ever find out about those. . .” Alice looked up at him, cupping his face with her hand. “It’s – weird to hear you joke about such things. Especially after what happened earlier this year.”

“I know,” Victor nodded, grimacing at the image of his own face, befouled by Ruin, popped into his head. “It’s still a little strange to me. But. . .” He pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her. “I’ve spent my whole life doing my best to repress every last thought and feeling that had anything to do with – marital relations. My bad turn in January was just the worst of it. After so long keeping it all locked up…it’s k-kind of a relief to make a joke like that. Knowing it’s okay – that you’ll laugh, not berate me.” He smiled at her. “Makes me feel like – I’m that much closer to 'better.’”

Alice stretched on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss. “I’m glad. And I’m even gladder that I’m here to help you along the way.”

“Me too.” Victor pulled Alice over to the bench. “So…shall I demonstrate a few of my favorite techniques, Mrs. Van Dort?” he asked, sitting with a playful grin.

“Oh, please do, Mr. Liddell,” Alice said, plopping down beside him and rubbing his arm. “You know me – always curious.”

“I know – and I love you for it.” Victor kissed her warmly, before directing her attention to the keys. “All right – as a refresher, what I was just playing were a few of the major scales…”

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Six!

Today’s Official Prompt is: Music! (Alternates – Piano and Practice!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Five: Joy

Moving onto the opposite prompt from yesterday, and into the relatively new Lovecraft Jazz verse! You know, that one where there’s cultists and Deep Ones and Eldritch Horrors, but to balance things out in a small way Emily, Bonejangles, and Lizzie are all among the living. I figured I ought to do something with it for this week, and this is the prompt that got the honors. Though weirdly, the story ended up focusing a bit more on yesterday’s prompt, grief…don’t worry, though, the ending is all joy. We come in during Victor’s time trapped in Y'ha-nthlei with Siren, a friendly Deep One who’s decided she’s his “wifey.” She’s just heard a noise outside their hidey-hole, and is going to investigate…

“You – stay.” One clawed, webbed finger poked him in the chest. “Safe here. Staaaaay.”

Victor held up his hands. “I’m staying.”

Siren favored him with one of her toothy grins, then loped over to the door. She pushed it open a crack, stuck her head through, looked both ways…then, satisfied, nodded and slipped out. Victor sighed as the door swung shut behind her. “I’m staying,” he repeated softly to himself. “Where else could I possibly go?”

Sighing heavily, he flopped over, spreading himself across the wide step and staring up at the glass (he assumed) ceiling. Above him, the deep ocean currents seethed, the swirling water a darker blue than any midnight sky. Here and there, little specks of light revealed odd creatures swimming about, searching for their next meal like predatory stars. It was – strangely beautiful, if he was honest with himself. The sort of thing that made him miss his oil paints and canvas. Too bad he’d had to leave those back –

No. He wouldn’t dignify the Van Dort mansion with the word “home” anymore. Not after…he gritted his teeth, fighting back the tears. He’d always known his parents didn’t much care for the son they’d gotten. Struggled mightily to make him over in the image of the ideal child they’d dreamed up before his birth. But – but he’d never imagined that they would…Fath – William might have claimed it was for the best, that this way they all stayed alive, but Victor knew the truth. He and Nell had been so desperate to save their own skins that they were only too willing to sacrifice their son. And, indirectly, all of his friends as well…

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Five!

Today’s Official Prompt is: Joy! (Alternates – Wedding and Life!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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Valice Shipping Week, Day 4: Grief

Happy Halloween! :D And as it is Halloween, and the end of Vamptober, I figured I had to do something relating to Londerland Bloodlines today! Though it’s not a sad story, as you might expect from the prompt. The first idea that came to mind was something a little different…and something post-Bloodlines, so already everyone’s in a happier place.

“You know – for the longest time, I thought my life would be nothing but grief.”

Victor blinked, then lifted his head to see Alice leaning against the windowsill, staring up at the moon. “Er – you mean – after the fire?” he blurted, then smacked himself in the forehead. Yes, brilliant, what do you think she was referring to, ninny?

Alice, fortunately, deemed his question unworthy of sarcasm. “After everything,” she said instead. “The fire. Rutledge. Bumby. Fish. Just one unfortunate event after another, piling atop each other into a mountain of woe.” Her tongue poked out of her mouth, caressing her fangs. “It didn’t even stop with my death. I was expecting peace, salvation, or at least a quiet nonexistence. Instead I got LaCroix, and Ming Xiao, and Andrei, and all the rest of them.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “For those first few days, I had my fair share of moments where I wished Nines hadn’t spoken up in my defense. Just let LaCroix kill me along with my bastard sire.”

Brakes screaming and tires burning as the car jumped the pavement, windshield cracking along a thousand spider-web lines as cold unyielding metal and rough solid brick crushed his flesh between them… Victor winced, pressing one hand to his suddenly-aching stomach. “I – I c-can’t say I’ve ever f-felt the same.”

“Oh. . .” Alice promptly peeled herself off the window to wrap him in an apologetic hug. “I didn’t mean – that was before I met you,” he assured him, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. “Well, before I met you properly, that is. When you became more than just a random good deed for a fellow stranger in a strange land.” She smiled softly. “It felt good to help you that night – to use my new powers to save instead of destroy. And when our paths crossed again…you know how long it had been since anyone was happy to see me? I was starting to believe that any hope of connecting with another human being had died with my parents and sister.” She smirked. “Then again, by that point, Lizzie wasn’t exactly dead anymore, was she?”

Victor laughed. “No, I don’t think she was. But I understand what you mean. After that whole mess with Barkis – Emily returning to the underworld, Victoria needing a break from relationships, my parents blaming me for it all – I was expecting a life full of more grief than joy myself. And I thought for sure I’d gotten it when that car hit me.” He shivered as phantom pain wracked his body briefly. “But then you walked into my room, and…” He squeezed her against him. “It would have been enough just to save me. I would have gotten over the blood-bond eventually – moved on, found something to do with myself. But to welcome me into your life like you did…when you were already dealing with all that nonsense over the sarcophagus and really didn’t need a new, confused ghoul added to the mix…to treat me like an equal, a partner, when practically no other vampire would…” He went ahead and succumbed to temptation, kissing her forehead. “Alice, I’m so glad I got to meet you.”

“The sentiment is mutual,” Alice said, returning the kiss to his lips. “You were the light in my life in those early days – the main reason I kept forcing myself through all the crap the Camarilla and Anarchs and Sabbat and Kue-jin threw at me. And then you introduced me to Victoria, and she helped us rescue Emily and Sam and–” her voice cracked “–and my Lizzie, back again. Just having you in my life would have been wondrous enough, but to get all of them? And to keep them, despite everyone’s best efforts to separate us? Despite death stalking me at every bloody turn? To be able to come here and set up a new life – of sorts – for myself, surrounded by people who love me?” She nuzzled his neck. “Oh, Victor. Right here, right now? Grief seems a million miles away.”

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Four!

Happy Halloween! Today’s Official Prompt is: Grief! (Alternates – Funeral and Death!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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Valice Shipping Week, Day 3: Blue

Over to one of those AU ideas I have which goes dormant for long periods, and then randomly pops up again whenever I think of the movie it’s related to – Wonderland Fuzz! The Hot Fuzz AU with Alice as Nick and Victor as Danny. I decided to do this verse for this prompt because, while pondering possible ideas, I remembered the phrase “boys in blue” to refer to cops, and while that may not be strictly true of the UK police service…well, it was enough to remind me of the AU. I’ve always wanted to do more fic for it! This starts right after the famous “shortest car chase ever” sequence, where Alice has just intimidated Bruno Carpenter into apologizing for speeding. Victor and Alice return to their car, and Alice decides to give Victor a bit of on-the-job advice…

“See what I did there?”

Judging by the expression on Victor’s face, he saw nothing more nor less than the Goddess of Law Enforcement sitting next to him. It was equal parts annoying and – though she would never, ever admit it to him – gratifying. “You hypnotized him,” he breathed, tone utterly adoring.

Alice shook her head. When was he going to realize that her talents as an officer weren’t the result of some innate magic only she had? Ah well, time for another round of “training you ought to have received except nobody in this village seems to care how proper police procedure works.” “No, I used this,” she said, pulling out her trusty notebook and waggling it in his face. Victor obligingly turned his puppy-dog stare on it. “This is the most important piece of equipment you will ever own,” she continued forcefully. “This notebook has saved my skin more times than I care to mention.” Especially from administrators who’d seen the notes on her official police profile and started wondering about her field worthiness. . . She pushed that aside and frowned significantly at the pad squirreled in Victor’s pocket. “And you should think about using yours more often.”

“I do use mine,” Victor promptly said, nodding like he was eager for a treat.

Alice raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Really? Show me.”

The delighted look vanished as Victor went pink. One hand worked its way to his tie. “Uh – um – w-well…”

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Three!

Today’s Official Prompt is: Blue! (Alternates – Colorful and Dull!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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Cripes, only day 2 and we’re already at the saddest of my shorts. Mostly because we’re in the one of my saddest AUs – the Bad End!Secundus AU, Queen Wins. Where the Queen manages to kill Alice before Victor can save everybody, and goes on to conquer the city, slaughtering the rest of the main cast and leaving Victor a maddened wreck trying to figure out how to kill her. It is Halloween season – I figured I should do a couple of my darker AUs along with the rest. (Forgotten Vows and Catch Us If You Can will have a similar situation going on at the end of this week.)

Anyway – this prompt was pretty easy to fill, considering this version of Victor is explicitly a Mad Lepidopterist. He’s just – having a bit of trouble with one part of the butterfly creation process…

When it comes to his butterflies, Victor’s palette is – limited.

Oh, he can bring to life just about every variation that pops into his mind. Designing new species from scratch is his special talent, after all. He’s made bio-luminescent butterflies that sparkle against the night sky, and ones that fly upside-down in the sun. Butterflies that are just barely the size of his little fingernail, and ones that are longer than he is tall. Butterflies that can melt the flesh off bones, and ones that can drain bodies dry of blood. He relishes each new challenge he puts to himself – exulting over every victory, learning from every defeat. Making butterflies is, in large part, what keeps him alive. But butterflies, for the most part, are supposed to be colorful, and. . .

Brown’s not a problem. He makes a lot of brown butterflies – it works well for camouflage, particularly for the blood-drinkers. Yellow gives him no trouble either – it suits the glowing ones perfectly. Purple is pleasantly regal – and it makes the upside-downers stand out all the more against their surroundings. Orange makes him think of monarchs and their foul-tasting bodies – so if he gives it to the acid-drippers, the monsters can’t say they were never warned.

But then he comes to red…and all he can see is a stained apron worn with pride, blood dripping from a shiny blade – and a gory, gaping hole going right through her chest. And blue – blue’s an elegant gown patterned with cats and rabbits, a sturdy cotton dress that practically seemed like a suit of armor – the tint of her skin as she fell to the floor, so cold, so… And – and green…green is – is the thick grass of Wonderland Park she tackled him to, the toxic splatter from her Teapot Cannon as she blasted her enemies, those beautiful eyes that had captivated him from the moment they met, the eyes that he’d hoped to spend the rest of his life gazing into…the eyes that had gone dark and blank the moment he stepped into that room, too late, always too late. . .

One day, he hopes, he’ll be able to use them again. To make red and blue and green soar across the sky without breaking into tears. To look upon them and not automatically think of the woman he loved so much – and lost so soon. To honor her memory in the best way he knows how.

Maybe on the day he finally eradicates pink from the world…

Valice Shipping Week, Day 2: Butterfly

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Valice Shipping Week, Day Two!

Today’s Official Prompt is: Butterfly! (Alternates – Fly and Dodge!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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It’s Valice Shipping Week, everybody! I’ve got eight prompts for eight different Valice (and in two cases, Vemilicia) universes. And since we’re starting on a Secundus Sunday, the first prompt, weapon, goes to the Secundus verse! This one doesn’t involve any battles, though – instead, Victor has a question for Alice regarding her vast collection…

“So – which do you think is the weapon with the best story behind it?”

“Hmmm.” Alice regarded her arsenal, spread out across Richard’s tea table awaiting a round of basic maintenance. “That’s a difficult question to answer. They all have a story behind them, after all – how are we defining ‘best?’”

“Well, maybe – funniest?” Victor suggested, running his fingers over the Croquet Mallet. Blue sparks crackled over them, and he jerked away. “Ow!”

“Careful,” Alice said belatedly. “Funniest…testing the Ice Wand was pretty funny.” She picked it up, watching as little puffs of cold air drifted off the focusing crystal. “Mostly because it took us ages to get the trigger pressure just right. Either I had to squeeze it so hard my finger was ready to snap – or I’d just brush it, and suddenly half the floor would be covered in ice. We spent months slipping and sliding across this room. Proved none of us were destined for careers as skaters.” She smirked. “Not to mention the incident where Richard put the crystal right in his face while working on it, triggered the mechanism, and ended up with eyebrows, nose, and ears dripping icicles. We teased him about it for weeks.”

Victor chuckled. “Oh dear…so how about – most nostalgic? I mean, I’ve noticed most of them are based on toys…”

“Everything a little girl could want in her playroom,” Alice nodded, stroking the spikes of a Jack. “But most nostalgic? Definitely the Hobby Horse.” She put down the Ice Wand in favor of hefting her noble steed on a stick. “Mostly because it was the first toy I ever used as a weapon. We came up with this design after Lewis recounted the story of how I put a massive dent in the plaster of Looking-Glass House with my original horse while we were playing Knight and Giant. We figured, if one made of rope and wood could do that much damage, imagine the power of one made of ivory!” She caressed its glowing horn. “Besides, I always wanted a pet unicorn, growing up.”

“I favored dragons myself…and drawing on the walls rather than poking holes in them,” Victor said with a little grin. “I can only imagine the fit my mother would have thrown if I’d dared dent her plaster…” His eyes skimmed over the collection again. “How about – the one you were most excited to see completed?”

Alice laid the Horse back in its place and slipped her Blade out of its sheath. “This one. Most definitely. I know,” she added as he raised a befuddled eyebrow. “It is, in essence, just an overlarge kitchen knife with a fancy design.” She ran her thumb along the etchings of vines and flowers. “But. . .when I was in Rutledge, battling the demons of my own mind in that twisted fantasy of Wonderland Park – this is the first weapon that I found. The one that granted me my first kill. The one that saw me through the most battles – from the lowly Army Ants to the Jabberwock himself. The one that – that made me feel like I could make it past the deaths of my parents, the burning of our house. That I could recover. That I could even help people – save others, as well as myself.” She gazed at her own reflection in the blade, blinking away a sudden wet in her eyes. “When Richard told me it was done – when I picked up it and felt the weight, the sharpness, the sheer power it had. . .it was like…like I was suddenly me again. Not just someone pretending to be Alice.”

Victor wrapped his arm around her. “I see.” He glanced down at the Blade, then pressed his head against hers. “I think that’s the best story.”

Alice turned her head to kiss his cheek. “So do I.”

Valice Shipping Week, Day 1: Weapon

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Valice Shipping Week, Day One!

Valice Shipping Week has officially started! Today’s Official Prompt is: Weapon! (Alternates -- Knife and Fork!) Be sure to tag entries with #valiceshippingweek or @ this blog!

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One Week To Go!

Just a reminder, Valice Shipping Week starts next Sunday, October 28th!

Please see this post for the official rules and prompt list! (It’s the only other one on this blog, so it should be easy to find.)