Rhia frowned a bit when he began laughing, crossing her arms. She wasn't in the best of moods when she was tired. She didn't apologize or stutter when she was like this, she was very rude and cranky, she didn't always mean everything she said while in such a state. It didn't make the situation and better that she didn't like being laughed at. She pushed her eyes to remain open. She wasn't going to lose to him. She kept her expression as blank as she could, but her irritation and anger was obvious in her fiery eyes. She was ready to snap. She was tired of the games. If their lives were in so much danger, why was he being so carefree? She didn't mind if she died as long as it would be quick, but for someone who cared so much about living, he wasn't doing a good job of preparing a plan to ensure he continues his exsistance in her opinion. Planning, strategy, that's how one stays alive. Not by confusing their teammate.
If I die, he's automatically disqualified. Does he think keeping me ignorant with his riddles and games is going to be a good thing for his sake in the long run? I'm not going to jump when this guy snaps his fingers, I'm not a doll regardless as to how much as he considers me to be one! I'm merely just doing my very best to be cooperative, to adapt to this situation, to preserve what I've clung to, these broken parts of me I have left. That comes first on my list in priority, remaining myself. No matter what he says, that is of more value than either of us living to me. As long as I remain myself until the day I die, I will be happy.She tuned him out, his speech reminding her of a book she'd read in her previous life, she couldn't remember what it was called, only the quote.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I disagree. When your name you have, whether it's your birth name or not,
it's precious. She swatted his hand away from her, it wasn't a rough action, just one of protest. She didn't feel like being pawed at.
I'm tired of him touching me so openly! I don't know him, he can't even call me anything other than a child, and he's always looking down on me like I'm stupid! Geez! She decided to not reply to his speech, ignoring guys like him always proved to be the best way to get under their skin.
She wanted to tug away from him when he pulled her up, but she was too tired to pose a true struggle, so she avoiding even attempting an effort to do so. She clenched her jaw instead, she wasn't exactly thrilled at the moment about being this close to him. She knew she'd be able to tolerate him again after resting, she'd even return to enjoying his company. When she was tired however, her kind nature ultimately cracks, showing the other side to Rhia, her more tempermental side, the side that clung to her morality, the side that desparately wishes to remain the same person. She felt a brief wave of happiness cross her entire being when he let her free from his hold, refraining from insulting him by scooting away. Although the thought was seductive enough, her life depended on him, and the reverse was also true. She could at least be a little civil, even when she was angry with him. She merely nodded at him to prove her recognition, she wasn't going to lay down while he was around.
Weakness, vulnerability, frailty. She didn't want to show any signs of mortality; hunger, exhaustion, thirst. None of it, even though he probably experienced them all as well, seeing as no wonderland creature she'd encountered seemed immortal. This cat though, seemed to make a point in constantly reminding her how inferior she was, even if it was accidental. He was constantly jabbing his own opinions of her personality, thoughts, morals, and inability to remember anything about herself.
Each time he spoke, it got him further under her skin.
Why doesn't everything he says stay skin deep..? She didn't want to give him a single upperhand on her that he didn't already posess. Giving him more control over her, the thought made her cringe. She wanted to be anything but a doll, anything but a little girl who needed led by the hand, pushed, shoved, and thrown into the right directions. Finally, after a long period of her making a point to make him feel as if she was ignoring him, he recieved direct recognition. Golden orbs peered up at him, their expression, topsy-turvy. They held many different emotions; Anger, Frustration, Curiousity, Appreciation, Confusion. A feeling of ambivalence washed over her. When it came to this cat before her, she knew she had to depend on him, that she had no choice in the matter, but at the exact same time, she also wanted the bare minimum to do with someone who threw her around so carelessly, and kept her at arms length, kept her so at a loss. She felt she couldn't trust or depend on him either, despite forcing herself to do so when the situation required it. He seemed too fickle and unpredictable to trust without question.
"Like I would.." she mumbled stubbornly, the first words she'd spoken since she'd blown up in his face.
Why would I ask for your companionship? I doubt that this can even be called companionship! More like borderline of neglect I'd say. She turned her gaze away when he smirked at her. She was a totally contrasting person when tired. She nodded anyway, despite herself,
"I'll keep it in mind at the very least." she replied faking a defeated tone. She didn't like the idea she'd be alone, that especially in the dark, but that was just one of many things she could never manage to force herself to admit.
He'd only tease me that much more.She kept true to her stubborn decision, despite being given a place she could sleep, despite being exhausted and wanting to sleep, she sat upright. He wanted her to sleep, therefore she wouldn't if she could help it. She had very little control of her life. These small choices, these surprisingly stubborn moments, the word Rhia.
Those things, however insignificant, however much it possibly irritates this cat, they are the only things of myself that I have left to cling to for comfort. ----
"Well I shall cook you something on the safe side." He stated in a flat tone.
I feel like I am baby sitting. Well, that is exactly what I am doing when I think about it, damn you Queen. He gritted his teeth silently, but from Grey's angle, he couldn't see the expression on the older man's face.
Caterpillar watched Grey and slowly released his hold on the boy. He seems like he can manage himself with something trivial as this, much unlike one of those girls probably would,
"Look, in this game, you're going to be thrown into battle against the human girls. If me and you lose, it will be a fate worse than death, you will beg for it. I beseech you to do your best to drop your morals towards being a gentleman for the duration of this game. I am not a Masochist, I'm not quite sure about you."Absolem raised an eyebrow,
"Beautiful?" he asked curiously, but shrugged it off,
"This place does have it's amazing qualities, but not everything in Wonderland is pleasant, keep this in mind as we tread." He thought to the Jabberwocky, that was one unpleasant creature, parasite, infection, that he hoped would never pose a threat again in their lifetimes. His footsteps halted, when he heard that dreadful name, his lip and eyelid twitched a bit, but he sighed calmly.
Breathe, he wasn't actually referring to you as such, quench the thirst of his curiousity, and he will never mention it again if he's as wise as you've took him for Absolem. He was reassuring himself, trying to tame his rage.
"It is possibly the fact that my hair is green, I love the outdoors, and in my younger years, I wasn't able to use my telekinesis to float freely. I couldn't control it, and I hated others controling me. I was a 'caterpillar', waiting to become a butterfly and fly away, to escape my constrictive chains and be free." He informed Grey,
"Although, I detest that name, so now that you know, I'd perfer you refrain from using it."He began walking again, once again dragging the boy,
"Wasteland..?" his thoughts darkened, and his tone softened a bit, his irration evaporating. So the Jabberwocky has returned? Is that really true? He shivered a bit,
"Never go to such places by yourself. Do you understand?" he was not asking, this was much more of a demand,
"I have a feeling we're in for a world of misfortune if what you say is the truth." he sighed.
Maybe I should have provoked the Queen into chopping my head off..Absolem looked around, they would be to his home soon. He could mentally picture his home now, just around the corner. It was surprisingly well kept large house, made out of a mushroom. It was comfortable, kept the cold out, and had beds, food, and water. It was a home, a simple home in Absolem's mind, but his idea of simple was quite warped to say the least.