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 SING IT FOR THE WORLD, Lucy/RORY
Alice
twenty two
Dream Manipulation
florist
Bisexual
she/her

played by Adore40 posts • prefers she/her pronouns
You answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Honestly, Lucy needed to unwind and what better way to do that than to lose her mind at a concert? Having recently stumbled upon this Artist’s music who called himself ‘Hartless’ the blonde wanted to see what he was all about. All for new experiences, she had purchased tickets a while back deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to give this person a whirl- to see what they were all about optimistic that she’d be in for a good time. From what it appeared Hartless had been all the rage lately which had the doe eyed blonde wildly interested to find out what the hype had been. Ever the collector of all kinds of music, for all Lucy knew he could be the next new Artist to dazzle her music library. What Lucy didn’t know is that she knew this person. Perhaps not this version in this life time, but she knew Hartless at his core, knew him when he was a she instead.

Anyway, the day of the concert had been upon all of New York. Social media feeds that Lucy hadn’t followed had been raving, along with various online blogs and even music articles buzzing about the anticipation that the night would hold. Lucy hadn’t been dressed in Hartless merch, not like the others around her but in clothing that made her feel comfortable which...made her stick out like a sore thumb. Not everyone had been dressed in the attire either, but mostly everyone who’d attended had been clad in something Hartless in one form or another. That didn’t deter her from believing she’d have any less of a good time! With her ticket scanned now milling in through a number of bodies, Lucy had been lucky to have nabbed a floor seat. Even better when she found herself up against the barricade.

This wasn’t her first concert ever so she knew what to expect, and well-- here’s to some bruised rips and hip bones for sure. Fangirls and boys get rowdy and have no problem squishing people in the front row to the point some can’t breathe. With that lovely though put aside, around her the fans had been chattering, thrumming with excitement and it only made Lucy even more curious as to what all the rage had been. She had done a little listening here and there but had never dedicated time to actually listen to what this Hartless guy had been singing out. Looks like she’d find out here real soon, now wouldn’t she? Naturally there would be a few smaller known Artists performing before the flaming haired heart throb, music she found had been pretty decent.

Thumbing the names of the bands on stage into her phone’s notepad for later, Lucy would just HAVE to share these with Marcel and even pull some tracks for him so they could go over and talk about this whimsical adventure. When the last small act had finished-- that’s when the crowd of people around her REALLY began to lost their shit. With a small smile, Lucy took one look around herself to get a glimpse of the madness, the blonde turned her face to look front and center watching the stage hands move about setting things up preparing everything this Hartless guy would need.
words: 546 tags; RORY M. HART
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Queen of Hearts
Thirty-two
Suggestive Manipulation
Rock Star
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious66 posts • prefers she/ her pronouns
bury me and fade to black
Rory loved to perform, loved to be on stage. Due to that, he often played outside of his tours. This particular event was quite large, though it was something he'd signed onto only a few months ago. Having his moniker plastered across it brought a great deal more interest, the show eventually selling it. It was a good feeling, not only knowing his fans loved him so but that he was bringing them to see the new up and comings. Rory had a penchant for lending a hand to those who were still struggling. The talents opening for him tonight were all bands he'd listened to, all bands he'd taken time out of his life to lend his ear and he'd thought each of them deserved the chance to shine. It was up to them to carry themselves obviously, but he thoroughly enjoyed being the one to give them a shot. Good karma and all that.

He'd spent the majority of the concert just off stage, watching the new talent perform rather than in his dressing room. What good was he there, hidden away? No, he liked to be out in the thick of things, though he wasn't about to put himself into the audience. Even if his face wouldn't have started a minor riot, he had no desire to be squeezed in among so many people. Rory very much liked his personal space and though he'd pressed himself into the audience before, hands reaching for him, grasping for any part of him, he'd done that to himself, mentally prepared for it. He wasn't so keen on that tonight, though he knew it would come later when he went to leave. That he was prepared for at least and truthfully, it brought a smile to his face. Here he was loved, adored even. People ran to him rather than away and he hadn't seen terror in anyone's eyes in years. It was a beautiful thing.

When it finally came time for him to take the stage, the crowd was waiting for him. He'd finally let his gaze shift outwards and into the audience. He'd shifted to elsewhere on the stage, behind something or other so that he wouldn't be seen, so his face wouldn't set off the people waiting for him. That was for later, for now he simply wanted to take stock of those who were so eager to see him, to hear his music. A faint grin was spread across his face as he peered out across the crowd. He reminded himself that these people were here for him. Everywhere he looked he saw his face, his lyrics, his very essence out there in the world. It brought him a solace he'd never had, even as a reigning sovereign. He'd never tire of this, he knew and even though their were pieces missing, he could survive on this. He was enough.

That's what he told himself, anyway. His eyes caught blonde hair, but he filed the observation away. Too many times in his life here he'd done a double take, turned to try and catch a glimpse of a child or young woman who he thought he'd recognized. Years ago he'd stopped that, though blonde hair would continue to draw his eye despite himself. Alice was long gone and even if she were here, even if she were around, he doubted she'd be glad to see him in an capacity if she even recognized him. Part of him so desperately wished he could find those who he'd known once, but then again a deeper part warned him that they wouldn't much care to know him these days. To say he'd been awful, cruel, terrible... those things were true, but so very limited. He'd been fucking insane.

Rory finally took the stage to hundreds of screaming fans and it was bliss. His set list included some of his favorite songs, including two covers of songs by artists he was particularly fond of. It wouldn't be until about a quarter of the way through his third song that he'd finally lay eyes on a woman he'd never thought he'd see again.

Little Alice, though she wasn't quite so little any longer.

Experience would be what saved him from jacking up his lyrics, though his eyes had caught hers and he'd paused. Not long enough to merit any real notice, but it had felt like a fraction of a second had frozen in time. She'd been looking up at him, a puzzled look on her face. What she was thinking he hadn't any idea, that wasn't his gift. He couldn't read her thoughts, only push them, but he didn't want to do that either. No no, whatever was in the lovely head of hers he had to let run wild. He'd finished the song, begun a new one. He'd reached out into the crowd, grin on his face to hide the new anxiety welling up in him. He knew his music like he knew himself, but this allowed his own mind to descend into a certain amount of madness dredging up a great deal of what ifs. He pushed them aside of course, he had no choice. He'd returned to the part of the stage where she was, pressed right up to the barrier, her eyes searching him as he'd sung a few lines right to her, as he'd reached out towards her. He'd touched her hand but only for a moment, it was all he could spare lest those around her crush her, crush one another. Rory pulled back, dancing back onto the stage and finished out the set list. Another glance to the front, towards Alice, and the performance was coming to an end. As always, it was much too soon but then again he was almost eager to depart the stage. Alice put a strangeness in him he couldn't quite place and when he finally came off stage, he wasn't sure what to do with himself.

He'd called someone back stage after a performance before, done it with Sophia when he'd seen her crazy hair. To have Alice collected and brought back to his dressing room would be nothing for him, his ability to manipulate the thoughts and minds around him gave him the power to do as he pleased with little repercussion. Still, when he'd finally gotten to his dressing room, chewing on his lip the whole way, he'd shut himself in with only one instruction. Should anyone come calling for him, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, he'd take her. Anyone else, of course, would be politely declined, but blonde hair and blue eyes could come... if that was what she even wanted.

LUCY A. LIDDELL
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Alice
twenty two
Dream Manipulation
florist
Bisexual
she/her

played by Adore40 posts • prefers she/her pronouns
You answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Well this concert while very lively for others had been vastly a different experience for Lucy, a girl who couldn’t help but to stare at the persona known as Hartless on stage as if he had been someone she knew. All the while of being jostled from side to side, squished and even knocked into a good few times all while holding a fleeting gaze with the flaming haired man with the voice so hypnotic that she swears she’s heard it in another lifetime. Perhaps in her dreams, the ones she’s been told over and over had been nothing but figments of her imagination that her brain had cooked up. Told that all of these things she spoke about to her shrinks had been nothing but her minds interpretations of things from various occurrences from the outside world manifesting in ways the subconscious decided to present to her.

Lucy was calling bullshit on all the professional phooey as only she knew what she felt, there was always going to be that disconnect when talking to someone who had never been to the world she’d been talking about except for those who had been there themselves. Trust me, that does sound crazy-- and probably is to those of the plain mundane world, but this voice-- that gaze-- this person-- the blonde with large doe eyes knew the person behind the persona Hartless. In fact it had been the only thing she’d been able to think about the whole show other than focusing on the show he had put on for a screaming arena around her that had seemingly disappeared the moment she got lost in her thoughts.

Maurice, her current Shrink-- at least Lucy was sure that was his name and not something she had just branded him with out of spite because why treat him with respect when he doesn’t treat her with an ounce of any? Anyway, Maurice would have told Lucy that what she had been feeling during this concert-- this disconnected feeling is what they in the psychological world would call disassociation. Dissociation can be regarded as a coping mechanism or defense mechanisms in seeking to master, minimize or tolerate stress-- including boredom or conflict. When the blonde had come through it had come to her that the show had ended, but the questions bubbling within her that had sent her seemingly at ease mind before the show tail spinning.

The whole point of coming to this show had been to let go, to have fun and enjoy herself to some harmless music but after that performance? Lucy hadn’t been so sure being here had been in her best interest-- or if the music had been harmless after all... Why did it feel like those eyes had been pleading her to come see him? To find him? Why did it feel like her mind had been reeling? As if she’d fallen down some grand hole and seemingly couldn’t grab ahold onto anything to stop herself from the inevitable landing that might be painful? Rubbing at her eyes trying to clear her head that felt all messed up just as it had felt when on some heavy pills prescribed to her by the shrinks in the past, Lucy took a moment to steady herself with a few breathing exercises she learned to do in moments like these when her sister scolded her most.

Instead of exiting the arena like all the others who filed on out, Lucy had been collected and before she could comply verbally-- her feet had been going along with the person who was bringing her down a long hall of the backstage. Maybe she just needed some water, after all it was hot in that pit of people and being at the barrier of all places? That was a rough place to be, especially at a concert where everyone seemingly wanted a piece of the person behind the lyrics. Deeper and deeper she went, the harder she worked to keep her mind at bay making sure she didn’t just imagine the whole performance. At least from what she had caught it was a great show and from all the faces around them-- they seemed to all love it too, but at the heart of her very soul it left her wondering; who are you?

Deposited outside of the room of which Hartless had been in, Lucy’s heart had been pounding. Typically not the nervous sort, she had been through a lot in this life and well, going through the motions and the taunting of her mind with voices of her sister and Maurice echoing within her awfully loud it made things a little harder to concentrate on. Lucy was going to knock on the door but before she could, the security had informed her of everything and told her just to wait a moment or two and someone should be out to collect her to bring her within the walls to meet the very person whom she just saw up onstage. Another person, who she assumed had been the PR manager of sorts had been talking Lucy up about the chance to meet Hartless in person had been something she’d never forget and something to be excited about. All the blonde could do was offer up an unsure smile and a little laughter purely conjured out of the nerves twisting in her stomach. Would this be how she felt in the stars presence? Probably not but with the anticipation of everything...it was how she felt in the mean time.

C’mon Lucy, get a grip. You are not one to get star struck! Are you even star struck? God...get with it! and before she knew it, the door to let her on in had been opened and in she had been ushered. ”Ah--”
words: 968 tags; RORY M. HART
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Queen of Hearts
Thirty-two
Suggestive Manipulation
Rock Star
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious66 posts • prefers she/ her pronouns
bury me and fade to black
Apparently his desire to meet Alice once more had preceded his efforts of not forcing her into said meeting. His head of security had knocked on his door, informing him that a blonde haired, blue eyed woman had been selected from the crowd for a meet and greet and it was all he could do not to slam his face into the wall. It wasn't often his abilities reached out on their own, twisting people's thoughts to suit him without him even realizing he was doing it. That was something that he'd done as the Queen, unintentional but still potentially damning. He'd had no idea he even possessed this ability until he'd wound up in NYC. As Queen, he'd simply thought people did what they were told out of fear. While it was true to an extent, even people who didn't want to do his bidding had folded to him if he'd been angry enough. Apparently the anxiety he felt at meeting Alice once more, the urge to speak with her, to perhaps... explain himself? No no, that wasn't it. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the girl at all, really but some deep part of him had called to her and his ability had turned it into reality.

He'd waved his head of security off, agreeing to meet this blonde headed girl. He knew it would be her, knew they wouldn't have selected just any blonde head. He'd held her image in his mind's eye since the moment he'd seen her and he was sure it would have imprinted onto those he'd inadvertently manipulated into doing his will. Within moments Alice would be standing outside his door, for better or worse. He chewed on his lip, pacing his dressing room. He'd changed his shirt, dried the sweat from his face. He wore more performance makeup, the jewelry that typically adorned him sitting on his dressing table. He didn't want to meet her as Hartless, not really. He probably should have, probably should have tried to deter any recognition of him with gaudy jewelry. He already looked so different though, crimson red hair cropped long for a man, but short for a woman in place of long, straight black tresses. His body, though with its marked differences, was still slight of frame, he was still the same height, still held himself very similarly. He was a delicate man and though he had an intimidating presence, when he smiled he gained a boyish charm that he'd never had in Wonderland. Then again, he'd smiled so rarely back then that who was to see this face wasn't reminiscent of his last? He continued to pace.

A knock came at his door and he froze. He paused a moment, a jumble of thoughts racing through his head. He could just turn her away, say he was feeling ill. That was a coward's way out of course, but his resolve was failing. He took a breath then, pushing the chatter in his head away and opened the door.

His PR manager stood with her, the little Alice girl who wasn't so little anymore. Rory immediately desired the man's dismissal and though no words passed from the singer's lips, the manager was already making excuses as to his prior engagements. Another few sentences, mostly talking about how a few photos would need to taken, how the girl would receive a few tokens after the meet and greet to take along with her, tokens of course that Rory would sign, and more jazz that Rory wasn't actually paying attention to and he was saying his good byes. Perhaps it wasn't as convincing as it could have been, this strangely set up meet and greet, but Rory hadn't exactly planned it with articulation.

Alice stood in front of him, eyes wide and still standing in his doorway. A moment of silence passed between them, she obviously trying to find something to say and he staring at her trying to figure out what the hell to do. Time returned to him a second later and he put a smile on his face, moving out of the doorway. "Sorry, I'm still turned to ten. Takes me a bit to come back to Earth after being on stage," not exactly a lie, but there was much more to his scattered thoughts. He let her come into the room, letting the door shut behind her. He didn't lock it, didn't even bother to ensure it was closed tight lest she decide she knew he was and turned and ran. He wouldn't blame her, though honestly he was hoping that's not the direction this was heading in. "A pleasure, miss...?" Alice wouldn't be her name, not here. Not now. Though, her world hadn't quite been Wonderland, had it? Maybe she was Alice? Regardless, spewing forth a name, whether it was hers or some incarnation of hers, would probably be met with awkwardness. He held his hand out towards her in greeting, though made sure to keep a polite amount of space between them.

LUCY A. LIDDELL
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Alice
twenty two
Dream Manipulation
florist
Bisexual
she/her

played by Adore40 posts • prefers she/her pronouns
You answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Ushered into the star’s room who had claimed to still be turned up to ten, Lucy had looked over her shoulder to see the door being closed. At least it was still unlocked, though she hadn’t been too worried about that at the moment. The blonde wasn’t scared, a little confused perhaps, suspicious even-- but not scared so that was good. Comforting to know that if she wanted out that all she would have to do is simply leave. What Lucy didn’t understand is out of everyone in the crowed that could have been selected, she...the one not dressed up in the merch that supported him had been chosen. Peeling her eyes away from the door to look back to the person of whom she just watched perform on stage, it was then she caught he was in the middle of looking for something to address her by. ”Lucy- just call me Lucy, please.” She said as a smile formed on her lips.

Before Rory could even continue on, Lucy had been back to herself where her slightly disoriented feeling had passed leaving her ready to break out the questions that were rolling through her ever turning mind. ”So now that you know what to call me, what should I call you as I know ‘Hartless’ isn’t anything at all reasonable to address someone as.” Unless of course it was their actual name, but in this case-- it obviously was not. Perhaps it was a bit aggressive right off the bat-- it wasn’t intended to be as such or maybe it had. After all, the experience she just had watching him out there had been quite peculiar. ”Also... out of all the screaming fans, not that I’m not thankful for this chance meeting, why me? Why was I the one singled out and allowed to come back here?” Laying it on thick there, Luce. Pausing herself with a smile that begged forgiveness for the time being- the blonde would wait for some answers before drilling him with more questions. Was only fair right?

After her spill of questions, Lucy finally reached out to accept the hand that had been held out to her where she gave a firm yet gentle shake only to pause. ”Curious and curiouser...” Odd... that feeling when watching him perform had come back the moment she touched his hand. Why did he feel so familiar yet look, sound and be so foreign to her? Huh. Scanning the room for somewhere to sit down knowing that this was probably going to turn into a lengthy conversation (granted she didn’t get thrown out of here) the blonde had found a couch to lower herself down into to get comfortable. Thank god for that, too-- her feet were killing her. ”Do people often tell you that you come off as a familiar stranger?”
words: 474 tags; RORY M. HART
quote
Queen of Hearts
Thirty-two
Suggestive Manipulation
Rock Star
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious66 posts • prefers she/ her pronouns
bury me and fade to black
Lucy. It was fitting and Rory couldn't help but return her smile. So far it seemed that Alice-- Lucy, hadn't recognized him. That seemed to be a running trend and he was glad for it. She had already begun talking, asking what to call him then and he almost laughed. He realized that she had no merch on, wearing just regular clothes and with that, she probably wasn't a hard core fan. That didn't bother him and truthfully, it was almost better that way. It meant she didn't come with any thoughts or feelings on him aside from what she'd just seen. She didn't come with expectations, at least not past any other person who was meeting someone people told her was relatively famous. She looked a bit disoriented, or rather had at any rate. She seemed to have collected herself well enough. "Rory." He answered her simply, his tone amused.

She'd then launched into further questions, speaking almost as soon as he'd given his name. She hadn't changed at all, not really. A thousand questions, all battling to be asked first. He'd liked her well enough last time around and then he hadn't exactly been completely together. This time he found her just as charming with her whimsical sort of ways. She'd finally taken hold of his hand to shake it, pausing with her hand clasped with his. Curious and curiouser... Rory tried not to let her words register surprise on his face. He was very good at covering emotion, but she was striking all sorts of chords with him. "Couldn't tell you," he lied smoothly, "My PR Director told me there was to be a meet and greet and I try not to argue with the man. He's quite pushy, in case you hadn't noticed," that much at least was true, Rory cracking a smile as Lucy released his hand. She took a seat on the sofa then, he moving to lean against his dressing table.

He chuckled when she asked him if people often told him that he came off as a familiar stranger. He ran a hand through locks of red hair, crossing his arms loosely over his chest afterwards. He shook his head somewhat, though his grin didn't fall. "Not really. Most people either know who I am, or I'm doing my best not to be noticed." Not overly modest, but at least it was true. He hadn't come across too many from Ioyipia and those who he had, hadn't put two and two together, thank the Gods. It was quite curious that he was starting to come across more, though. Perhaps something was happening? Rory pushed the thought away. The Void was something he'd left in his past. Hopefully he wasn't here in New York with chaos on its breath once more.

"So tell me, did you like the show? I'm going to take a stab in the dark here and assume you're not exactly my number one fan." His tone wasn't rude or condescending in the least, he was speaking to her casually with a smile on his face. It was nice to speak to someone who didn't quite know him, or rather who didn't think they knew him at any rate. She was a special sort, someone who fell into a category of people he desperately wanted to see and also, someone who mildly terrified him. He was expecting her to realize who he was at any moment, though he didn't let the anxiety show in his mannerisms. He'd gotten away with ignoring the Queen for years now, who was to say Alice would pin him on it now? Perhaps after this chance meeting they'd go their separate ways and never speak again. Perhaps they would. Rory wasn't quite sure which would be better.

LUCY A. LIDDELL
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quote
Alice
twenty two
Dream Manipulation
florist
Bisexual
she/her

played by Adore40 posts • prefers she/her pronouns
You answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
“Rory,” Lucy repeated, nodding as her lips took on a soft smile- noting the amusement in his tone, hand still clasped with his own. When she noticed her hand had not let go of his, Lucy gave one last squeeze before simply letting their connected hands depart. She’d like to think it’s because she had been so distracted by the curious feeling it had given her. Only partially true, the other reason had been the never ending influx of questions bubbling behind her brain fighting like waves over a river’s rapids to come out. Once able Lucy had noted Rory’s amusement, which in her eyes had to have been because the people he’d typically come across in this line of work seemingly thought they knew everything about him. At least that’s what the blonde had been willing to bet her bottom dollar on. “You sound amused. I suppose you’re not used to being treated like a human instead of a music producing pillar of gospel to a generation vying for a space in this world where they fit in?” It wasn’t much of a question for Rory as it was more so an observation made posed in the form of a question. An image of Rory she’d been trying to work out in her mind, honestly.

Though in this case, Lucy knew next to nothing of Rory but if she were able to see beyond to surface and know his true face and who he truly was-- she’d know a great deal about him from a perspective that was not so favorable. In fact, these two had history that wasn’t the best in nature. It was sad though because Lucy’s memories had been like a puzzle missing many of it’s pieces, unable to decipher what was real or possibly made up. Incomplete. Not only sad but it was a deep pain she lived with everyday to know that she felt something so very real and dear to her only have it be thrown back at her in the form of question that she could possibly be an owner of a corrupt mind. How does one prove this? When does it all just fall into place?

Would she want it to fall into place? These were all dark corners in Lucy’s mind she wasn’t sure she was ready to face just yet- no matter how brave her soul had been. Sometimes it was best to leave grave yards over grown until the right time had come to tend to them. Plucking herself from within her head as Rory began to answer her armada of questions, Lucy couldn’t help the amused laugh that fell from her own mouth. ”I would say you have no idea but clearly you must. After all... you deal with your PR person far more than I could ever dream.” Taking a moment to roll her shoulders, it had become noticeable just how firm the person’s grip had been on her person. Adamant had been an understatement. All further questions aside for now, Lucy truly hadn’t changed much from her once Alice self. The girl just wasn’t able to help her ever interested mind, which often came off as annoying but Rory didn’t seem bothered by this...but there was still time.

From the looks of it though, Rory’s body had shown he was comfortable. Relaxed even as his arms had folded over his chest in such a way that was not serving as a self given hug. That aided in Lucy feeling a little better being here as she was no longer thinking about the door or how the red haired man made it a point to show it was not locked and very much a point of exit if she so wished. Being a firm believer in second chances, by good behavior alone Lucy had decided to quietly forgive Rory for urgent ushering to meet him with seemingly no reason behind the random selection. However, the feeling of him being a familiar stranger hadn’t been something she could shake so easily. ”Well if we’re being honest, you’ve taken my head with that stab in the dark. I’m not in fact your number one fan-- but that doesn’t denote the show you’ve put on tonight. It was certainly lively and you’ve proven you do and can command a crowd. It’s like watching a king with an army ruled by an iron fist, everyone shuffling to fall in line and follow cues. I’ve been to plenty of concerts before but something about this experience just felt like I was surrounded by an army.”

Shaking her head, Lucy soon pursed her lips as her mind continued to ripple with the hint of previous ‘dreams’ bubbling to the surface of her mind like fish kissing the surface of waters looking to feed their eager stomachs. Flashes of the Red Queen had come to mind, but there’s no way this man could be her. They seemed like two very different people. Rory’s calm relaxed nature came no where near the Queen’s boiling rage that could put any volcano to shame what so ever. It couldn’t be her. Lucy would never say that’s impossible, as she was very keen on proving the impossible-- this had been something she was willing to ignore. ”Sorry, I’m just all the sudden really thirsty. Deja vu is such a strange thing, you know?” Forcing any inkings aside, Lucy couldn’t help but think of how Maurice would have a field day with this one if she mentioned it to him. In all her good Lucy fashion, much like Alice as she hadn’t changed too much finding she’d been willing to ignore the strange occurrences giving people the benefit of doubt. Rory was Rory until proven otherwise... he seemed decent enough and the memories of the queen her ‘dreams’ provided had been a stark contrast of what Rory presented in the now. ”How’d you know?” The blonde tossed back in soft jest.
words: 993 tags; RORY M. HART
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Queen of Hearts
Thirty-two
Suggestive Manipulation
Rock Star
Heterosexual
He/ him

played by Kimilicious66 posts • prefers she/ her pronouns
bury me and fade to black
Laughter burst forth from him as she described what it was like to be a musician in this day in age in her own articulate sort of way. Her observation was spot on, but of course she'd put her own twist on how she saw things and it didn't cease to keep him on his toes. "Something like that," he mused with a little snort. He watched her with a little grin, observing how she moved, her comment on his PR Director eliciting another mild chuckle. Oh he knew how the man could be and honestly, he was glad he didn't have to deal with him too much. Ruby usually took the brunt of the director's shit. As his publicist she dealt with far more than most in the industry gave her credit for. Before and after shows especially Rory felt the weight of all she did for him. He'd have much preferred it if Ruby had been her this evening corralling people, but she'd had other engagements. Had she been here, perhaps he could have curbed this whole ordeal but alas, here he was now and he had nothing to do but push forward and see where this went.

Lucy was watching him just as he was watching her, but of course she always had something to say. Rory was quieter now than he'd once been. He no longer spoke over people, instead content to hear someone out before offering his two cents. Still, what Lucy had so saw chilled him as she told him how she'd perceived his show. Like a king with an army ruled by an iron fist. People shuffling to fall in like and follow cues. He tensed as she explained that she'd been to plenty of concerts, but this experience had been very different for her, leaving her with the feeling of having been surrounded by an army. Surely that wasn't how most felt? Her touch of madness, a spark much like his own, must have brought such a feeling to the forefront of her mind. In the years he'd been performing he'd never heard an explanation like hers and honestly, it made his blood run cold. If when Lucy watched him perform that was what she saw, what she felt, who was to say others from Wonderland wouldn't feel the same things? He'd kept his eyes from widening as he'd listened, her voice trailing as she shook her head. Rory licked his lips, pushing himself from the dressing table in an effort to release the tension in his body.

Lucy was far to close to the reality of his past for comfort, but he couldn't very well toss her out. Perhaps this was a good thing. Perhaps finally having someone recognize him for who he was would be some sort of blessing. He doubted it. It would probably ruin him to be honest, but what was he going to do? He'd already made the decision that if she pinned him on it he'd tell her the truth. It was a far worse risk to lie about it.

Her voice pierced his darkened thoughts and Rory was quick to bring a smile back to his features. Faced with something to do he moved, walking across the room to where a small fridge was. He bent, opening it and pulling out bottles of water. He returned to where he'd been, handing her one of the bottles before leaning against his dressing table once more, twisting the cap from his own. "My army, as you say, tend to come dressed in uniform." He might as well play it up. "You're not wearing any merch, my moniker or otherwise. I took a stab in the dark," he said with a little shrug, taking a drink from the bottle. "I'm sure you'll be leaving here with some though. A shirt, a flag. Whatever wares they're hocking out there that's got my face all over it." he chuckled a bit, despite himself. He liked what he did, loved it even but sometimes seeing his face staring back at him from t-shirts and the like was eerie.

LUCY A. LIDDELL
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Thanking him, Lucy gave a slight nod of her head before cracking the seal on the bottle of which would soon replenish her suddenly dry mouth. Rory’s behavior earlier wasn’t something that hadn’t gone unseen but the blonde wasn’t going to pick at it right now. What ever she said, she had figured must have struck a nerve. Who ever this was must not have come from the best past, perhaps a sore topic. Usually was the case for up and coming names, at least that’s what the media often liked to put through. Merely an observation Lucy had mad. How much of what was pushed or said is true or not was another story.

A brilliant smile had crept onto Lucy’s face after having sipped from the bottle, shaking her head in the slightest. ”What makes you so sure about that?” The blonde challenged in jest, raising her brows as she leaned back onto the couch making herself more comfortable. It was amusing how confident he sounded in her leaving with his merch. Perhaps he wouldn’t be wrong, but if anything at this point anything she’d bring back from this night would be to show Marcel. Oh how she loved trying to enrich him on everything pop culture-- it didn’t always go over well but she loved Marcel dearly for at least humoring her.

”I’m sorry, you probably get this a lot but I can’t shake this feeling that I used to know you.” Without even thinking the words simply just fell from Lucy’s lips. There hadn’t been any hatred behind her words or anything nasty. It was just a left field statement meant with nothing but innocence behind it. ”I suppose it just feels like that because I don’t feel at all threatened. Often happens to me around people I meet and can have an easy conversation with.” Shrugging her shoulders, Lucy took another sip of her water from the bottle where her blue eyes locked onto Rory. Her conscious mind didn’t know that she knew him, but oh how her subconscious had been screaming right about now. Trying everything it could to tip her off that this man before her was someone from her past. Lucy may not realize it now but damn, vision is always 20/20 in hindsight. ”Sorry,” The blonde snorted, realizing just how cheesy that must have sounded.
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Suggestive Manipulation
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Her smile was contagious even though it was chaos inside of his head. She wasn't such a little girl anymore, but Rory couldn't imagine her being much older than her early twenties. She was at least a decade his junior, still so young compared to him even if he wasn't old by any means. Still, her fresh face and brilliant smile lent an air of hope and innocence that he didn't see very often, that he'd never really seen often. There were so few people in the world like Alice, like Lucy. He knew there was almost as much going on inside her head as his just by looking at her. Even though he thought perhaps the Void had never actually touched her, Wonderland had done a number on her. With Wonderland's destruction, how long had little Lucy been wondering if she was mad? Her whole life, perhaps. Perhaps Alice had only been a dream to her, or perhaps a nightmare she'd never thought she'd wake from. Wonderland had been his nightmare for most of his life, the whimsical fantasy world where nothing was as it seemed and everything fueled his burning desire to bring its inhabitants to their knees. Remembering Wonderland was never a fondness for him, though there had been sparks of light. Those sparks were few and far between, but through the haze of insanity there had been moments when he'd found some measure of serenity. It had never lasted long, though and truthfully thinking of those moments brought him a deep sense of guilt these days.

"You tellin' me if I were to give you a shirt you'd toss it back at me?" He was grinning despite himself. He wasn't usually so teasing to those who didn't know him well, but with Lucy the words had simply rolled off of his tongue. He'd set the water bottle down, tucking his arms across his chest once more. He knew from reading his own fair share of psychology books that it was a defense mechanism so to speak. Crossing his arms, of which he did often, was almost a protective measure, shielding himself from others. He'd learned to loosen his posture over the years, to not seem so stiff and rigid, but he'd never quite been able to shake the gesture. With Lucy so close, speaking to him as if she both knew him and also thought him a complete stranger, it put him on edge in a way. It was almost as if he were waiting for her to jump to her feet and accuse him of being exactly who he was.

He felt that unconscious shiver of anticipation as she spoke again, telling him that she couldn't shake the feeling that she used to know him. Oh Lucy, if only you knew the truth. Still, he wasn't about to offer it so boldly. How exactly did you tell someone that you'd once been the tyrannical queen of a land completely topsy turvy of this one without someone calling you completely nuts? Lucy pressed on though and her next words made him blink in surprise. She told him that she didn't feel threatened, that she felt she could have an easy conversation with him. The feeling in his chest, he wasn't sure what it was to be honest. Guilt he felt often, it was a weight he carried with him everywhere he went, but when she told him that she was comfortable in his presence there was something else pulling at him. His face softened somewhat as she gave a little shrug, sipping from her water bottle. If only she knew how much it meant to him that she'd said that. Rory still wasn't sure why she felt that way, but some part of him had yearned for it. He'd made it his mission to be wanted in this reality, in this life. He didn't want people to be afraid of him any more, and Lucy confiding in him that he didn't make her uncomfortable, well. In some ways that assured him he was doing something right.

"In another life, maybe." He said with a small chuckle. How true his statement was. "Don't worry about it. It's not often someone talks to me like I'm just another face on the street. It's business or bandom, if you know what I mean." He ran a hand through bright red hair, smoothing it back out of habit than necessity. "Kinda nice, actually. Just being Rory for a few minutes instead of Hartless. Maybe I should keep you around." He laughed again, the tension in his body slowly ebbing away. He'd send her on her way soon enough, let her reunite with whoever she'd come with and let her move on from this strange encounter. "Don't worry. You've only got another three, maybe five minutes tops of this whole ordeal left. Then you can go back out into the world and tell people what a strange, but stand up guy I am. Try not to ruin my image, alright?" He was sure his PR Director was somewhere close by, slowly coming back to his senses. He'd realize what was going on and come busting in any moment now to jam a shirt or sweater or something into Lucy's arms, snap a picture for social media, and then pack her up and show her out. Rory wasn't one to entertain a great deal of backstage meet and greets. He'd always valued his privacy, though he showed his fans his appreciation in his own ways. Still, he knew when that door did finally burst open and Lucy was ushered out some part of him was going to miss her. He could only hope that when she left she carried some measure of fondness for him and didn't let the Queen venture into her head to burn that fondness to the ground.

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