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My beloved monster and me

Who: Gren and Misty
Where: The lake
When: 25/10
Rating: Likely some swearing and probably some smoochin'
Summary: Two swamp people attempt to have a normal date
The Story:

Gren really isn't equipped for romance. Not that he can't have romantic feelings, of course, Misty is living proof of that- he's just not much experienced in that area. His life has always been pretty simple, from eldritch Nordic swamp horror to the short, angry guy that haunts dive bars. Simple, easy, keeping everyone bar the people he cares about the most at arms length.

But now there's Misty, and he's equal parts happy he has her and terrified he's going to do something to fuck this up. He's taken Shawn's advice (for better or for worse) for a good first date and set up a picnic by the lake. Of course, he has no idea what Misty likes to eat, so he's gone with a mixture of everything and just hoped for the best. He's set up a blanket- for her benefit more than his own - and even managed to drag a few candles, some wine and a frazzled-looking boombox out of his closet.

"God. This looks fuckin' awful."

Still, he's done what he can, sends her a message of where to meet him, and spends the rest of his time staring at his poor attempt at a picnic, waiting for her to arrive.

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Oh but she tenses at that. Every time he talks about the witches from his world upsets her so much to hear about them having all that power, so many in need, and them making it such a commodity that lives are threatened for it. Not to mention Gren's comfort and happiness.

"I will see what I can do about it. I don't know if you can get sick from the alcohol, but it's better for you anyway," she says, determined to make this a thing.

Leaning into his touch, smiling at that. "Well, if that's the case, tell me what you need and I'll get it for you. Trick the closet." She moves in against him, swaying with the music. "Let me guess. You never dance, do you?"

"If I could, it woulda happened it already. Been at this for centuries."

He's fairly sure his immune to alcohol-related illnesses- or any human one, really. One thing he can be glad for, he supposes. A low chuckle escapes him.

"I'll bear that in mind. Get you to butter up the closets first for me."

It probably doesn't help he calls his an asshole on a daily basis. He sways with her, a little more graceless, it's absolutely something he never does.

"No. But I'm starting to do a lot of things I never did before."

"Yes, well... I wasn't there for centuries. You want to drink for fun, fine. You shouldn't have to so you can exist comfortably," she says, giving him a stern look. She may not be there forever, and she knows that, but whatever she can do for now, she will. Whether he, or others in his world, believe it? She believes he deserves better.

Looping her arms around his neck, Misty grins, glad that he isn't telling her no. Likely wouldn't do much good, but glad that he didn't nonetheless.

"I am more than willing to help ensure the closets play nice,' she says, not yet moving, just finding the rhythm and moving with it. "So long as you're willing to tell me when you don't want to do things," she murmurs, leaning her brows to his for a moment.

"Duly noted, M'am."

He chuckles, because it's actually kinda nice she gives that much of a shit about him. It's such a small request for her to make. At least it's one he's willing to agree to. After all, it's not like she's asking him to go against his nature.

"Yeah, trust me, I'll let you know if I don't, nobody gets me to do shit I don't want to do."

Including her. But this is still nice. The closeness. He's not planning on moving any time soon.

"Same goes for you though."

"Good. Besides, it'll give me something to focus on besides making myself pass out trying to track the magic on this place," she says, so not even seeing that double standard and worrying about his health all the while risking her own.

"I know you do what you want and you're a monster and all," she says, as if that's just normal. "But I know there's things I could risk for my tribe, and have. How do you think I ended up in Hell?" Which it is more her ego than that as well, but she's okay with fudging the details for the sake of another. For those she cares about.

Moving a bit more as they talk, tiny steps to guide them in time with the music. "I will tell you. I just know I'll take risks because I want to and who knows how that can go." Which is not an excuse but the truth in her mind.

"Well, that sounds like it should be concerning," he cants his head. "You okay? I always got the feeling trying to track the magic here is like trying to trap a rattlesnake under a tumbler."

So pretty please don't burn yourself out or get catch by some insane magical whiplash, pretty please. Though she does have a point. She's pretty damn bloody minded, when it comes to taking care of her own. It's something they very much have in common.

He moves with her, leaning in to kiss the top of her head, marvelling at how natural it felt.

"Guess we never really know how we'll react to the bullshit Wonderland'll throw at us, right?"

"I would tell you not to be concerned, but I kinda like it," she admits, brushing her fingers lightly over the back of his neck as she chuckles at that analogy. "That sounds about right with what I've been through. I can't figure out if it's that well guarded, or just that damned complicated."

And it's frustrating, which is likely obvious from her tones.

Though so much of that kind of just melts at that kiss. Okay, she could just stay in this moment forever. Yep, that is it. She's thought about having moments like this and never thought they could be real.

So she leans into things, her brow against his. "We may never know what's coming, but we're not alone in this, Gren. We're building a group here, people we can turn to, and that's the important part. At least to me. That we aren't doing this alone."

Even if she is one of the ones that would do this alone or not. Except right now she didn't have to.

"Probably a little of both. It's Wonderland, or...y'know, a copy of Wonderland. It makes sense the magic here would be screwy as shit."

He doesn't trust it at all- but he's very aware most of that is from lingering hatred of the Tweedles- the Fable ones. They soured everything to do with Wonderland for a lot of folks. Getting shot in the face by one of them will pretty much do that.

He smiles faintly at her comment, his hand tracing faint lines on the small of her back.

"Yeah. I get it. We got people here. People...they're important. When you stop looking out for your own...your, uh tribe. That's when things get fucked up real fast."

"It's... The magic I'm used to feels warm, it's like sand on the beach in the middle of summer. This is like metal that's been frozen. It bites and burns on the skin at the same time."

She shakes her head, making a face as she clings to him a bit more tightly as she thinks about it, even if it isn't going to stop her.

"Exactly. That's how we're going to make it through this place. So long as we stay together," She pauses then, laughing so softly. "I made Shawn promise me he wouldn't die," she admits.

He grimaces at the mental image that conjurers up. At least he can understand it a little, from that perspective.

"So it's like trying to figure out a whole new sort of magic without any fuckin' guidelines to help you along the way. Lovely."

Seriously, Wonderland, why do you have to be the biggest ass? He lets out a soft, rumbling chuckle.

"Good. I- well, technically I threatened him not to die, but the sentiment was the same. Gotta see if he actually listens to us, but between us we should be able to wrangle him into somewhere safe," even if it involves tying him up in a tree or something.

"And no connection to it either. I was born to the magic I use. It's run in my ancestors blood back in time," she says, thinking about that and this place. "A lot of this feels as if there is nothing connected to it. Like it's not alive. My magic feels that way to me," she says, not sure if that makes anymore sense, but the best she can explain it.

She laughs at that, nodding. "It's funny because I worry less about dying than about you and the others being hurt in this place."

Which isn't likely a good thing for anyone to hear, she realizes as she shifts slightly, resting her head on Gren's shoulder.

He doesn't really understand it. Magic isn't his forte and it never will be. But he tries his best, for her sake.

"So it's like the magic here don't got an anchor? Like it's just...floating around with nothing to tie it in place?"

That sounds dangerous. But then, that's very fitting for Wonderland in general. Dangerous. He smiles faintly, as she rests on him.

"Sounds about right when it comes to you. But don't worry, I ain't so easy to hurt."

Says the guy with literally one arm.

"Maybe, kind of?" She sighs. "I wish I got more of it," she admits, exhaling heavily, wishing she had any better answers. "It's just so weird, and maybe it's so weird in every world that isn't your own, you know?"

Which makes her consider something, lifting her head to look at him again.

"The witch that does magic for you. When she does it, does it feel weird or odd compared to the magic you knew before doing the same thing?" The glamour spells. Different which, different worlds. Maybe there was something in that.

Misty is silent a moment before moving her hand slightly to where his arm should be. "Do I even say it?"

"Maybe? Could be magic works different in all worlds. The witches never said anything about the Mundane- but then that world was picked for us specifically because it doesn't have magic. It's got nothing the Adversary would want."

The Fables just had to bring their own magic to the world, and use it sparingly, to try and not attract attention- of the Mundies or of...him.

"I don't really notice the difference," he admits. "Magic is magic. I ain't all that sensitive to it. Putting a Glamour on is like putting on a coat. After a while, it's just the same action. She did her best to get it as close to what I got back home anyway."

His eyes flick over, following her hand, grimacing a little, because oh. That.

"To be fair, I lost that while I was throwin' down with the fuckin' Big Bad Wolf. Ain't exactly a regular situation, there."

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She sighs, but nods, knowing that all she can do is keeping asking others and see what she might be able to find out from them. If anyone has noticed anything here that is different than what they knew before, but she expects so much to be answers like Gren's. Not noticing anything different.

"Yeah, I figured it would be like that but worth asking," she says with a nod, smiling because being able to dance, and talk magic and just be with someone else that knows about who and what she is? It's one of the most amazing things in her life.

Stroking her fingers gently there, leaning back her head to smile at him. "Okay. I will give you that one. This time."

"Eh, always worth asking. I might surprise you one day. Probably not though, so don't hold your breath or nothing."

Magic is magic, a complicated mess that he doesn't especially want to toy with. Still, he smiles faintly.

"Yeah extenuating circumstances and everything. Don't worry, I ain't so keen to lose the other one."

"Gren, you have surprised me a lot, but always in the best possible ways," she says, knowing it sounds cutesy but she just doesn't care right now. It's how she truly feels.

"Well, not again, after those weird little rats," she points out, shuddering at the memory.

"Awww, that so? Nice to know it's only the best possible ways yet."

YET. He's fairly damn certain he'll fuck it up eventually, because it's what he does best. He nods.

"The rats were creepy little shits. I'd be very okay if we never had to deal with that again."

"I'm sure it will be in other ways, but we'll deal with that when the time comes," she says, accepting that's how life is.

Her nose wrinkles then. "They were awful. I could handle the rats, but the acid? Why is that even a thing in anyone's world?"

"Heh, duly noted."

Dealing with that shit when it happens sounds like the best plan. At least right now. It's for Future Gren to worry about. He chuckles, mostly for the comment, but that nose wrinkle is fucking adorable and the thought actually bubbles a laugh out of him.

"Tell me about it. What the fuck was the point of the acid? What is that even for?"

"Well, destruction," she says, smirking. "But ... just imagine what their world is like. I think about that a lot when these things happen. Are they singular event? Do they live with them all the time?"

She shakes her head, thinking about that. "You know someone told me that instead of phones they have snails. Snails that follow them and communicate with others. Snails!"

"I dunno, maybe? It's based on memories, right? Could be they just had one really fuckin' nasty-ass acid-rat plague once or something."

That's...pretty insane. The snail thing. The Homelands have some really weird shit in them, but not even they have snail phones.

"Shit. So it's literally snail mail. I think we got a winner for Most Fucked Up World."

"If I'd had that, I would want them to take that memory," she says, shuddering as her arms tighten a bit around Gren's neck just to think about it.

She can't help but to giggle at that, canting her head slightly to meet his gaze, grinning. "Imagine it though. Like they have phones in their shells and follow you. I mean, it might be cute... also walking up in the middle of the night though." So very creepy then, in her book.

"Yeah, I'd say that one is well worth going into the 'fuck it all, I don't want to remember this shit' pile."

They probably won't forget the rats though. They probably lost something actually important. Because Wonderland is a nasty little bitch. He chuckles.

"Jesus, just sitting there on your pillow with a trail of slime on it, staring at you with their weird fuckin' stalk eyes."

"See, I wondered why they didn't offer to take memories, based on us picking them. They can have all my memories of Hell, for one," she points out, more than willing to give that. Just so long as she could give that and no more. Or at least pick the more. "Though..."

She pauses, considering her words a minute. "I admit, I've considered what it would be like to be here long enough to forget my past and only know this place. I know that wouldn't work for many but for me? I can try and imagine why Alice is still here and how much she's lost and maybe she's okay with it."

Because out in the woods, she's had a lot of time to think about it.

But then she's laughing, because that is the thing she needed to break that mood. "Oh. God. Gren. Oh my." She giggles, pressing her face to his shoulder.

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