<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Cheshire</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Side Street</span><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Dormouse, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em><br/><br/>Away?  She'd gone away?<br/><br/>"Silly Dormouse," the Cat chidded, bloody teeth stretched into a parody for a full smile, "Silly silly silly.  I haven't gone anywhere.  I've always been here.  Right here.  Just....here." The girl sighed, inching up the wall so that the rough edge of the brick left a red rash against whatever flesh it touched.<br/><br/>Licking her lips, she moved forward, watching as the man ran and the Mouse.  "Shhh, no.  No no no.  Don't look so sad, little Mouse, not sad.  I'm not going to eat you," but there was something to the way she said it, to the gleam in her eyes and the way her tongue found the blood against her lips that said if the wind blowed...she just might.<br/><br/>"Promise.  No one else is going to eat you either," but she could imagine that they might.  That they would...and that she'd like it.<br/><br/>"Mine."<br/><br/>Where slim arms wrapped around the curve of her shoulders and she drew the mouse in close.  Close enough to bite, until she could breath in the scent of her hair and feel the flutter of Dor's pulse there beneath the curve of crimson stained lips that rested against her neck.  "No more leaving."  She promised.  Promised and meant it.  Meant it more than anything at all ever in the world.  More than anyone could ever mean anything.<br/><br/>Until someone else spoke.<br/><br/>"Daddy!"<br/><br/>Capracious, fickle.  From one set of arms to another.<br/><br/>"Daddy I found the mouse!"<br/><br/>As if she'd been looking for her all along, as she crumpled down to her knees right there on the sidewalk, staring up at the bag in his hand.  She'd been good, hadn't she.  She deserved a treat.  So she sat, she perched, she waited, while her toes wiggled through the holes in her socks.<br/><br/>"Can I keep her.  She's mine, isn't she? I found her.  I found her first.  I loved her last.  She's mine. But..<em>Can I keep her</em>?"</span>