#alicethread

[houseofwindows]

"Darling...why are there sugar cubes in my blood chalice?"

“I thought you’d enjoy a little more sweetness with your blood, Spikey~” She makes sure that her eyes are a little low. She holds her hands in her lap, picking idly at her cuticles. She had no reason to be nervous, that’s how she always viewed it. For a moment she slips her eyes upwards, “You’re not mad are you, beloved? I had nothing but good intentions… I thought you should have something that tastes just as sweet as me.”

[houseofwindows]

@foolish-pleasure

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m going to have to insist that you move out of my way~” She holds her head up high, an exaggerated movement of her hand as she gestures. Of course, she could have walked around him, but? Well, that would have been a whole different story, wouldn’t it? --and then the ending would be so much more different. Every tale was told and every tale occurred because of every particular circumstance. Or so she, most certainly, believed.

[houseofwindows]

@deborahmorgna

“Not to act as though you don’t know what you’re doing-- because believe me, that’s hardly what I mean. But that door is set with an alarm... if you wanted to, and now I’m not saying that you do... peruse their wears after hours. ... well, I’d say you’d want to go to the side door.”

She rest her chin delicately into her hands with a wistful smile, watching the other young woman as she seemed to be scoping out the store. She’d been in after hours several times herself-- oh she certainly hated how very cliche it was but she certainly was a sucker for jewelry. --and it would be rather rude of her not to lend a helpful hand or word to another.

“But that’s if you wanted to, of course.”

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@thebirthcfchaos

“I dunno... that doesn’t seem like something I want to be a part of...” Was it a lie? Who knew with her. She always kept her true feelings to herself. Always spoke so that people would hear what they wanted-- in a round about way to get what she wanted. She pouts a bit-- she wanted to take part, she really did. The idea of causing someone strife truly made her little heart flutter. She knew that wasn’t a “good” thing. But what did that matter? She got joy out of it.

[ofstars]

“I’m not crying.” For Alice

three word starters -- x

That’s a lie, Alice thinks. And not a very good one either, seeing as – well, she very clearly is. No sense in denying it. At least, Alice doesn’t think so, but then who is she to judge sense? If she’s being honest, Alice stopped looking for sense in people a long time ago. 

So, Drizella isn’t crying. Alice nods. “All right.” A beat. “You’re not crying.” Another pause, longer this time. Alice observing Drizella quietly. Observing her not crying, one teardrop tracing the apple of her cheek after another, staining the shoulder of her smart dress. 

Another person might leave it at that. Let it go. Leave Drizella to not cry in private. But Alice isn’t another person. Couldn’t be, even if she tried. And she’s tried loads. So instead, once the silence between them has gotten so loud she can’t bear it anymore, Alice speaks again, “But if you were crying, it would be okay, you know. I’ve cried. Lots of times.” If the walls of the tower could speak to anyone but her, it could write a novel with all the tears they helped her dry. 

“It helps, I think. To talk about it.” It helped her, anyway. “If you wanted maybe I could... ‘not listen’?”