Vindictive Victoria here with the second drabble. Based off of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, this one is short and very poorly written. Though, if you enjoyed it, please do review! I would love to thank The Readers Muse for reviewing. Let's see if I'll get a few more this time. 3
I do not own anything. Alan Moore, David Lloyd, and Lewis Carroll/Charles Dodgson own everything.
Painting Roses
" 'We're painting the roses red!' - Oh yes,the reminds me... come along, Evey," V murmured, his voice showing slight excitment. Evey frowned but followed in silence, undeniably wary of whatever he felt that he needed to show her or riddle to her or whatever it is that he did when he beckoned her to go into the 'great beyond' - the places in the Shadow Gallery where she'd yet to be. Into a small hallway they went, Evey's fear growing ever so slightly. "This... I did this on my own. Slightly poetic, though one of the more... mediocre inspirations I've had," he said, chuckling softly as her look of confusion grew. With a very minute flourish of the wrist, V opened the door to a small, but breathtaking, room.
Inside the mahogany door held a white bench surrounded by blood red roses. A soft light casted an almost angelic glow upon the faux color and Evey walked forward and picked one. Her eyes widened as she noted the careful paint strokes, smiled as she realized that there wasn't a single drop of paint on the stem. She surveyed all of the blooms before turning to v. "They're... perfect. How long did it take?" she asked in a hushed whisper. He gave a ture smile beneath his mask and took her hand, leading her to sit on the bench.
"I've no idea... somewhere between a week and a month," he replied. She lay her head against his shoulder. He tensed slightly, then forced himself to relax.
"Thank you," she said, looking up at the masked man," for everything. For... choosing me." She leaned up and kissed the cheek of his mask... and V swore he felt the warmth of her lips.
"I was not the one that chose you. Anarchy, Evey, Anarchy."