Title: I Will Not Forget You (Songfic)
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Where did the Chesire Cat come from? We all know that these creatures of Wonderland are figments of Alice's imagination but surely, they must have come from somewhere. This story deals with the history. And yes, this one is for CC/Alice pairings. Rated PG for various reasons, including a potential kitten-drowning. c.c Mmm. This is the introduction, more or less. Anyone interested in seeing more chapters on this? ^_^; Copyrighted to Electronic Studios, American McGee. Song is property of Sarah MacLachlan and her recording company.
* * *
II remember the nights I watched as you lay sleeping
your body gripped by some far away dream
well I was so scared and so in love then
and so lost in all of you that I had seen/I
Alice?
Do you know what you do to me? Do you have an idea what you mean to me? Your green eyes see so little of the world that is reality, focused upon the dreams that swirl in your mind. You walk with stars in that burning gaze of yours. There is a realm outside imagination that exists within you, a secret place that belongs to no one but you. Alice, you are the key, the proverbial key to madness and miracles.
But you, who can see so much, who knows too much -- you could never see me as anything more than what your honour would allow.
Silly cat.
I remember the first time you called me that as you scooped me into your arms, your pale face framed by a halo of shadowy auburn. Your green eyes were so much warmer then, so much less tormented. You took me home and you loved me. But little did you know what it would bring. When you took a drenched kitten home, you gave birth to me. Me with the eyes of gold and smoke-shadow body, the riddler of Wonderland. So sad that I will never be more than that to you. A silly, silly cat.
IBut no one ever talked in the darkness
no voice ever added fuel to the fire
no light ever shone in the doorway
deep in the hollow of earthly desires/I
There were a thousand and one opportunities for me to speak, the one so eloquent rendered tongue-tied. I could have shown you in deed if not word. But something stayed tongue and paw, something kept me silent. You wanted me as a friend, Alice. And I wanted you to be happy.
IBut if in some dream there was brightness
if in some memory some sort of sign
and flesh be revived in the shadows
blessed our bodies would lay so entwined/I
Alice, I sometimes wonder if I should have told you all of this and sometimes I wonder if we should have never met. I opened the door to your nightmares. You forgave me the moment it happened. Your Chesire Cat and your Dinah -- they could do no wrong in your eyes. But I could never forgive myself. And as you were taken away, I felt Wonderland tremble. More importantly, perhaps, I felt my soul quake. You are my world, Alice. When you were taken away, I had nothing left.
IAnd I will oh I will not forget you
nor will I ever let you go
I will oh I will not forget you/I
Ten years you spent in a prison of stone, ten years you hid within a cage of emotions, immersed in shadows that came, ironically enough, from a single candle flame unknowingly spilled onto your Persian rug. And each night, I came to you, watching you as you slept. No, I will never tell you how many tears I shed as the morning came, as the days passed and your blossoming flower wilted on the vine.
II remember when you left in the morning at daybreak
so silent you stole from my bed
to go back to the one who possesses your soul
and I back to the life that I dread/I
I should not have come. I know that now. I should have been there in Wonderland to fight the madness that infected us all. Though my form warped with yours, my mind twisting in unison with your own, I felt no inclination to be anywhere but your side. Again, I betrayed you yet you forgave me again.
Wonderland speaks to me in a voice not unalike your own, a childlike soprano that is tinged with grief and rage. Though others believe that it is a monster of madness, I know better. In the nights that I watched you, I learnt more than the others, trapped within their burning dreams. Alice, the key has always been you. Wonderland is *you* -- and for it to live, you must die. For your peace is Wonderland's peace, and death is the only serenity you would allow yourself.
ISo I ran like the wind to the water
please don't leave me again I cried
and I threw bitter tears at the ocean
but all that came back was the tide/I
You never saw my tears. You saw only the cat with the sickle moon's grin and the maddened eyes, summoning you to a world that you barely remember. You heard my words but never the tremors in my voice. As I did once before, I do again and I walk beside you, a banner to proclaim your glory. Just like how the White Rabbit brought you into hell, I shall deliver you to the devil herself.
And I will never say a word because even now, I am only your silly cat. But when the day comes, and you and she are both dead, I will remember. While Wonderland celebrates, I will mourn and I will ensure everyone remembers you. The memory of Alice would never die, not as long as there are people who will listen to the feline voices of the wind. I will keep you alive, beloved. Only when the last star has faded will I sleep beside you.
Perhaps then, you will recieve me, your cat.
Your silly cat.
IAnd I will oh I will not forget you.../I
~FIN
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Where did the Chesire Cat come from? We all know that these creatures of Wonderland are figments of Alice's imagination but surely, they must have come from somewhere. This story deals with the history. And yes, this one is for CC/Alice pairings. Rated PG for various reasons, including a potential kitten-drowning. c.c Mmm. This is the introduction, more or less. Anyone interested in seeing more chapters on this? ^_^; Copyrighted to Electronic Studios, American McGee. Song is property of Sarah MacLachlan and her recording company.
* * *
II remember the nights I watched as you lay sleeping
your body gripped by some far away dream
well I was so scared and so in love then
and so lost in all of you that I had seen/I
Alice?
Do you know what you do to me? Do you have an idea what you mean to me? Your green eyes see so little of the world that is reality, focused upon the dreams that swirl in your mind. You walk with stars in that burning gaze of yours. There is a realm outside imagination that exists within you, a secret place that belongs to no one but you. Alice, you are the key, the proverbial key to madness and miracles.
But you, who can see so much, who knows too much -- you could never see me as anything more than what your honour would allow.
Silly cat.
I remember the first time you called me that as you scooped me into your arms, your pale face framed by a halo of shadowy auburn. Your green eyes were so much warmer then, so much less tormented. You took me home and you loved me. But little did you know what it would bring. When you took a drenched kitten home, you gave birth to me. Me with the eyes of gold and smoke-shadow body, the riddler of Wonderland. So sad that I will never be more than that to you. A silly, silly cat.
IBut no one ever talked in the darkness
no voice ever added fuel to the fire
no light ever shone in the doorway
deep in the hollow of earthly desires/I
There were a thousand and one opportunities for me to speak, the one so eloquent rendered tongue-tied. I could have shown you in deed if not word. But something stayed tongue and paw, something kept me silent. You wanted me as a friend, Alice. And I wanted you to be happy.
IBut if in some dream there was brightness
if in some memory some sort of sign
and flesh be revived in the shadows
blessed our bodies would lay so entwined/I
Alice, I sometimes wonder if I should have told you all of this and sometimes I wonder if we should have never met. I opened the door to your nightmares. You forgave me the moment it happened. Your Chesire Cat and your Dinah -- they could do no wrong in your eyes. But I could never forgive myself. And as you were taken away, I felt Wonderland tremble. More importantly, perhaps, I felt my soul quake. You are my world, Alice. When you were taken away, I had nothing left.
IAnd I will oh I will not forget you
nor will I ever let you go
I will oh I will not forget you/I
Ten years you spent in a prison of stone, ten years you hid within a cage of emotions, immersed in shadows that came, ironically enough, from a single candle flame unknowingly spilled onto your Persian rug. And each night, I came to you, watching you as you slept. No, I will never tell you how many tears I shed as the morning came, as the days passed and your blossoming flower wilted on the vine.
II remember when you left in the morning at daybreak
so silent you stole from my bed
to go back to the one who possesses your soul
and I back to the life that I dread/I
I should not have come. I know that now. I should have been there in Wonderland to fight the madness that infected us all. Though my form warped with yours, my mind twisting in unison with your own, I felt no inclination to be anywhere but your side. Again, I betrayed you yet you forgave me again.
Wonderland speaks to me in a voice not unalike your own, a childlike soprano that is tinged with grief and rage. Though others believe that it is a monster of madness, I know better. In the nights that I watched you, I learnt more than the others, trapped within their burning dreams. Alice, the key has always been you. Wonderland is *you* -- and for it to live, you must die. For your peace is Wonderland's peace, and death is the only serenity you would allow yourself.
ISo I ran like the wind to the water
please don't leave me again I cried
and I threw bitter tears at the ocean
but all that came back was the tide/I
You never saw my tears. You saw only the cat with the sickle moon's grin and the maddened eyes, summoning you to a world that you barely remember. You heard my words but never the tremors in my voice. As I did once before, I do again and I walk beside you, a banner to proclaim your glory. Just like how the White Rabbit brought you into hell, I shall deliver you to the devil herself.
And I will never say a word because even now, I am only your silly cat. But when the day comes, and you and she are both dead, I will remember. While Wonderland celebrates, I will mourn and I will ensure everyone remembers you. The memory of Alice would never die, not as long as there are people who will listen to the feline voices of the wind. I will keep you alive, beloved. Only when the last star has faded will I sleep beside you.
Perhaps then, you will recieve me, your cat.
Your silly cat.
IAnd I will oh I will not forget you.../I
~FIN