The shudder that runs through his muscles is carefully masked; instead of seeming wholly unsettled, he merely seems to stiffen in the SLIGHTEST degree. Ah, yes—Kevin, what a horrid name; you’ve come to VISIT, what a horridly innocent phrasing; her fingers, what deceptively horrifying things to be touched by so lightly—but there is no point in such thoughts, so he just lets a thin smile curl over his lips and a single chuckle pass by them.
“Indeed—it has been a time, hasn’t it, Alice? You seem well.”
‘ — has it? ’ asks she who dwelled in a dimension of time distorted. HER time continues to be suspended in stagnant mire; its movement, if any, oft erratic & altogether too inconsistent for her to be able to keep track of. ( not that she would even if she could. ) however, she queries not for an answer, & thus she does not allot her warped time to wait for one. his smile is met with a by far more enthusiastic one, & she maunders on.
‘ i was getting a little bored without company — but you’re here now, kevin, so it’s alright! you’ll be staying for a while, right? wait here, i’ll get some tea, and then you can tell me stories of the outside world, and — ’
an odd exchange, to be sure. she had taken his eye. used her delicate, pale fingers to orchestrate the act slowly, at first, then all at once. relished the cries of agony it bought her & the crimson smears & dear cheshire’s delight when it was gifted to him. unconsciously, digits inch ever so slightly upwards, closer & closer to the empty socket that remains.
— she lets her hand fall to her side once more, beaming brightly.
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