Alison stirred a little before opening her eyes. She saw black. She looked up and saw Cheshire's sleeping face. Her cheeks turned a cherry red at the sight. She noticed that he looked younger when he was asleep, his muscles were relaxed. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes a little creating a shadow over his eyes. His long lashes brushed against his cheeks, making him look almost feminine.
"Uh...Cheshire..?" Alison mumbled. One of his cat ears twitched at the sound of his name but he didn't wake up. Alison pulled her arms away and reached up, flicking the tip of his nose.
"Hey!" he snapped, startled. He glared at Alison his tail swishing angrily. "Can't you wake a guy in a more gentle manner?"
"And how do you suppose I should do that?" Alison asked, returning the glare. Cheshire smirked sexily.
"You could always kiss me good morning." he said, his voice low and seductive.
"Yeah, right, maybe in your dreams!" Alison snapped, standing and walking over to Loretta.
"Is that any way to talk to the guy who kept you warm all night?" Cheshire growled.
"That's all you're gettin' pervy Old Tom!" Alison huffed.
Loretta giggled at the pair before her. "Lively spirits today huh?" she said. Alison rolled her eyes.
"His fault." she muttered under her breath. Cheshire let out a short laugh.
"Yeah right."
Alison gave him a death glare.
"Alison," said Loretta. "I'm going to sing the next part of the song, telling you about the next person you have to defeat."
Alison looked to Loretta and nodded. She sat down beside Loretta and focused on the white rose. Loretta cleared her throat before singing the next part of the song.
The second Alice was a fragile man of the Diamond.
The broken echo of the lies within demented words.
He sang of twisted melodies to all in Wonderland,
Creating the image of the sick and the disturbed.
Deadly yet so beautiful, a voice just like a rose.
Was shot by a madman, who silenced him to death.
Single rose bloomed in his place, with no music composed.
With a twisted grin, this dying man lay breathing his last breath.
Loretta looked up at Alison and smiled. "That is his fate." she said to Alison. Alison nodded.
"I don't know how to defeat someone like that though..." Alison mumbled, frustrated with the thought. Loretta touched Alison's hand with her leaf and smiled reassuringly.
"I know how." she told her. Alison's eyes lit up.
"You do? How?" she asked. Loretta looked into her eyes.
"We all have to sing at his performance." she said. Alison groaned.
"All of us?" she asked, hoping she didn't have to.
"All of us." Loretta said. Alison sighed and stood.
"I guess it can't be helped." she said. "Lets head out."
"How's your back?" Loretta asked. Cheshire walked up behind Alison and lifted the back of her shirt, looking at the wound.
"Looks fine." he said, dodging Alison's punch. Alison hissed at him before picking up Spades sword and Loretta in her jar.
"Pervy Old Tom!" she huffed, walking away. Cheshire chuckled softly, following behind.