poly_chromatic | 028 - May Your Silhouette Never Dissolve/ Video

[ Karl sits in the gardens of Xanadu. He's peeling an apple, slicing off the blood-red skin with a knife in one winding loop. His smile is full of amusement and mystery and perfect, avid delight. ]

...If only fools fall in love, what a privilege to join their ranks. For I - abandoned, discarded, deep-sixed, dejected - have found a perfect little fool of my own.

Sssh. Don't mistake. She's not just any fool. She's a trickster, a Devil among Devils. With a harlequin's face and tongue like quicksilver. Not that you ingrates ought to hear of it. Not her tongue nor teeth nor thighs. Or whatever-have-we in between. Creatures as dull as you? Tch. No. Nein. Nix.

I refuse.

[ So there. ]

Hat~ter. Dearest. Sweetest. Bringer of evils. Light of my life. Won't you join me on a bloody fr~ay tonight? Or would you rather make demands of me? Petulant or petty. I'll fulfill them all. Prefer you hats? Daggers? Dresses? Acts of senseless violence?

Command in your softest dove's voice. Or screech, if you prefer. I'll ob~ey.

[ Tipping his head back, he dangles the peel playfully into his mouth. Munch. Munch. Munch. ]

Only - please don't deprive me of your company. Not an hour-minute-second more.

My heart breaks for every moment we're apart.

[ Cue smoldering look. ~~It's almost convincing~~. ]

[ OOC: Not cursed. Just trolling poor Hatter for the lulz. ~~His deathwish is clearly acting up.~~ Horrified observers are free to either go along with it, or call him on it. ]