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alice and tenniel—i mean cedric modern au designs!!!!!! they have been rotating in my brain ever since the middle of the day so i had to do smth abt it
close ups on both of them under the cut!
Moment（Arcaea fan fic）
Written on August 27,2022
*Spoiler Alert for 《Ephemeral page》（Alice & Tenniel）7-4.
If you don't know who Cedric is, Don't watch it.
* has little to do with this chapter on the Arcaea World
*I hope you won't mind my primary writing ：P
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Holding an umbrella, Cedric placed the Hydrangeas on top of the coffin.
There lies the object of his gift today.
By the time he got the news in the studio, it was too late. Cedric thought he had at least a month to deal with it, even though he was prepared for it. But it was all so sudden that he didn't even get to see her one last time.
Cedric was not the only one who came to visit her, but he was the one she most wanted to see.
They used to talk about art, talk about ordinary, big to soul-stirring fantasy adventure, small to change the potion several times today. The illness did not diminish her desire to express herself. She kept a notebook by her bed, filled with all kinds of strange thoughts, and turned them into interesting stories.
You must know that famous book. Where the girl goes down the rabbit hole and gets lost in a wonderful wonderland, but then embarks on an adventure. It was her favorite story, but they both believed that if they combined her impeccable imagination with his stunning paintings, they would be as good as this masterpiece. If she wants to be the Alice in the Wonderland, then Cedric will be the Tenniel to add to the picture. They'll make a great team.
It is a pity that the author didn't finished it,all this was forced to dust, I'm afraid they will never be seen again.
Still, he found it.
Cedric was about to pack up her things when he opened the drawer next to his bed. In the most prominent position, the familiar notebook lay quietly. Cedric didn't want to open it, just slipped it into the pack.
A monarch butterfly sits on a dried hydrangea in a hospital vase, but only for a moment before it spreads its wings and leaves. Cedric's eyes were drawn to it, and he followed the butterfly as it flew out the window
In a trance, he seemed to see her smiling face in the reflection in the window, and to look at the other person who was with her.
But the picture is fleeting.
He didn't even get a chance to see who it was, and the next minute, the only reflection in the window was Cedric himself.
After that he began to work non-stop, running around for art exhibitions and auctions, as if to drown himself in a mountain of business. He is still so humorous and kind to people, everything back on track, as if nothing had happened.
Scars will not be easily erased, but time will push all things forward, and then be life smooth edges and corners.
Sometimes he would dream of her, though each time he would soon forget the details, and only one thing remained in his mind: It was her in the dream.
In the dream, he could not remember anything, as if nothing had happened in reality. They still chat and joke together, even walking side by side, to explore the magnificent scenery described in her novels. Even though these dreams are presented from a third-person perspective, and it's getting weirder and weirder... ... He came to realize that the man in the dream was not himself.
As the number of dreams increased, they left fewer and fewer impressions on him, and they began to fade rapidly.
The last time... He can't remember.
The Man took off his top hat, gently buckled the girl's head, turned away from the scene.
The brim of his hat had obscured his expression, but the moment he turned his back on himself, he suddenly realized that the man had the same face as himself.
It was as if the television had been turnagained off, and then there was chaos and cold sweat.
He forgot all the contents of the dream.
But without any warning, he began to cry uncontrollably, like a child who had lost all his treasures.
Cedric never saw Alice again.