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Posted: Jan 23 2015, 12:57 PM
Antoinette Marie Beaumont
There's a curse between us, between me and you
benevolent — warm — selfless — nurturing — protective
she finds modern sex toys confusing and a tad disconcerting
Responsibility. It's a word you have embodied since the very first moment of consciousness. From the moment you bloomed you have been the eldest sister, the one charged with keeping the other flowers safe. You took to your role with dedication and humility, never giving in to hubris or allowing that 'power' to go to your head. You were the voice of wisdom for the younger flowers, a source of comfort, of leadership when times were hard. When Alice came to you and caused discomfort and upset amongst your sisters and brothers, it was you who made the final decision to oust her from the garden, though it weighed heavily upon your heart: you were rather fond of the girl, even if she was a weed.
Your own opinions and desires were often waylaid in favour of what was best for the garden.
You defended your siblings and your home in whatever way you could, whether it be a direct prick from a carefully honed thorn, or simply a cutting remark, you did what you had to do to survive, and to ensure the survival of your family. The flower garden was your refuge, your sanctuary- and not many were welcomed. Perhaps you were overly cautious, a tad too protective… but who could blame you? Such terrible things happened to flowers: they were pulled up by the roots and cursed to live a shorter, crippled life in a vase, squashed amongst their fallen siblings. It was a fate you were eager to avoid, and desperate to keep your brothers and sisters safe from. So you allowed the rumours of your sour nature to spread, permitted your reputation to be sullied, for lies to circulate that you were as small minded and judgemental as the Queen who took you as her emblem.
Yes, you’d always been the eldest, the responsible big sister… and so when Alice’s death came along, and you and your siblings found your roots traded for feet (just like hers, part of you wondered if it was some kind of ironic punishment for the judgement passed on the poor girl by the flowers), you were the one comforting everyone, assuring them that this change was good.
Though it was difficult at first, you took to being human rather quickly. Like a duck to water you learned how to walk with grace and elegance, how to effectively use body language to compliment your words, how to smile and curtsey and dance. You were still a role model for the younger flowers, after all: you still had to set an example, set the bar. You aided many wobbly ‘newborns’ in their first few steps and ensured that everyone was safe and well. Responsibility was simply a part of your genetic makeup, mothering others and keeping them happy and protected came naturally to you.
So it was no real surprise that when you were approached with a task that would potentially save the lives of many villagers and their children: you accepted without a second thought.
Perhaps it was a naïve decision, to step so readily into uncharted territory, to sign your name up for a mission you’d heard little about. Yet when you were sent out into that forest as bait, when you were traipsing around looking for the Jabberwocky: you did not regret it. Even when he came upon you and you saw your short life flash before your eyes, you were steadfast in your decision.
Defeated, the Jabberwocky was laid to rest in his human skin, and that was the last you saw of him. For a long while, you thought him dead. You got on with your life; you survived a war- using your talent for healing on both sides of the conflict, keeping neutral. The opportunity to visit London came and went, with you staying resolutely at home, in Wonderland: you’d glimpsed the modern world through the Looking Glass and found it terrible, too noisy and polluted and you refused to step foot there. What was wrong with Wonderland? Nothing at all, and so you remained.
Life went on, and you were blissfully unaware of the new Queen’s power play with the Cheshire Cat, quite content with your lot- both in the outlying villages and as one of the Queen’s most treasured pieces. The Red rose, the healer, sister and mother all in one. You had a simple existence, and you were quite happy.
Then the rumours began to circulate. Chilling, frightening rumours that had you lying awake in your bedchambers and staring in fright up at the ceiling.
He was alive.
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Posted: Feb 18 2015, 02:00 PM
She's wonderful! A caring soul is needed around here, even if it won't last for long. Looking forward to her plot with the Jabberwocky and I can't wait to see her handle the rest of the flowers once they start appearing.