If doremi has million number of fans i am one of them . if doremi has ten fans i am one of them. if doremi has only one fan and that is me . if doremi has no fans, that means i am no more on the earth . if world against the doremi, i am against the world.
"you cannot pos—possibly comprehend how unbelievably thankful i am that i will have forgotten i ever h—heard this in twelve hours time, thank you no—not very much at all."
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"c...can i help you?" interest and confusion both bring alight the dormouse's features, his eyes wide as he clutches the lorebook he'd moments before been scribbling away in against his chest. not a wonderlandian at all, he thinks, as he stands so very far 'neath this tall stranger's height. it's intimidating, and a little scary, and leaves him shrinking away from @londonfallen with twitching ears. "the—the—the—the library c—closed about an hour ago, you see... especia—especially to outsiders."
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"u—um ... alice? are you o—okay? what did you...?" he doesn't touch him, not wanting to risk startling @londonfallen, but the dormouse does hover at his side, gaze switching 'tween the lorebook held open in the hume's hands and the notably haunted look 'pon his face. it's one of the bandersnatch's, he can figure, if only because he's been holed up in amadeu's section of the library for a veritable few hours now. "is that the ... red queen's invasion, perchance? perhaps i—i should have warned you how s...some of the books work... i'm sorry."
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ʚĭɞ ― @galaxiasus › hera.
“ IT SEEMS I’VE TAKEN A TAD OF A TUMBLE TODAY ... “ He speaks softly as he fixes her with a droopy smile, hand raising to absently wipe at the blood that gushes from his nose rather ... alarmingly. In quite a troubling bit of honesty, he doesn’t remember how he’d gotten it. He’d gone outside the kingdom walls to pick poppies. “I must have run into something truly terrible.”
His bloodied hand now falls into his lap rather listlessly, teary eyes shifting to the tissues that sat ‘pon his desk. “May I trouble you, Alice...”
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" — do you m—miss it, at all? the world that you f—fell from." he doesn't look up at @galaxiasus, so focused is he on the weaving of words 'pon the page in front of him, his pen scratching lightly against the lore he puts to paper. he does offer a spared glance, so quick it is like to be missed, however, as he dips his feather in ink. "leaving w—wonderland and going back to where you came from is near i—impossible. you'll likely never see it again. does that... make you s—sad?"
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