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[werewhitney-blog]

hallucinations and reality || Alice and Whitney

@spiritofalice

Whitney White always had a sense when the anniversary was catching up on her and her family. The darkness that she fought to keep away from more of her heart crept and taunted, causing her chest to ache right before the day. Maybe it was her conscience that kept time and counted down until that dreaded February day. Most everyone dressed in blue, usually bright or in the middle, rarely dreary. It was the only day that she wanted to dress all black. They say time heals and makes you numb to the accident, occurrence. Sadly it wasn’t the case for Whitney. 

The rabbit had been mindlessly walking in the Fevered Forrest, clutching a bouquet of mixed wild flowers and peach roses. Her plan was to follow the energy of the woods until she came to a spot that felt in some way connect to the departed Alice Kingsley. She had heard of the sightings of her ghost, but knew she nor her husband were worthy of her presence. If only she could have done something to change the outcome. Perhaps her thinking was naive to believe she could lessen her guilt with paying her dues again and flowers this time around. Now she was a mile or so away from the path and her steps seemed to take her nowhere. Her negativity and regret were too busy eating away at her for any productive thoughts to form to keep her on her mission.

The tired and lonely woman stopped finally after some time and sat down on a tree stump. Her shoulders drooped and her hand went up to support her chin as she stared into the distance. “I’m so sorry, Alice,” her voice weak and dry, before she closed her eyes. There was no saving her marriage, at least not restoring it to its former wonderful state. She couldn’t face leaving Wallace though. Instead, she would avoid him until this depressing day passed yet again.

[sweetmemoriesoflavender]

when adults play hookie

@erikdiggory

Liliana sighed. “Erik, you’ve been holed up in here for days. That isn’t healthy. You know that fresh air is good for you. I mean... you are the physician after all.” She smirked as she walked across the room and leaned against a bookcase closer to her boss. She folded her arms across her chest and rose her brow. “It’s been a minimal effort needed morning. I think the knights can bandage up their minor cuts without us.” She grinned as she continued, “besides, I know a place that makes the best breakfast. If we leave now, we’d get there in an hour if we walk fast. And wouldn’t have to deal with  busy setting.”

[werewhitney-blog]

A “Quick” Stop by the Press

@stubborncilla

Whitney couldn’t remember the last time she paid Cilla a visit at her office. A fresh container of soup and bread from the baker up the road from the Whites’ residents seemed like a justifiable reason to hop in. She didn’t want to seem lonely or left out, but it seemed that it was growing more difficult to reach her grown bunnies now that they were out of the den. It was a bittersweet moment. In the back of her mind, she knew this was a good sign that they didn’t need her constant guidance. Plus, there was always Alistar at home and bonding with Wallace. Thankfully.

Mother White hummed softly under her breath as she side stepped and bowed around people in the bustling streets as she ventured to the newspaper quarters. A warm smile grew on her features as she approached White Rabbit News. Her heart swelled with pride at the very suiting title. Hopefully Cilla was keeping her head down since the recent coronation. It was highly doubtful, Whitney reminded herself with a soft chuckle. Though it made her heart ache at the thought of her daughter being in harm’s way, again. 

Whit ducked into the unmarked door and slowly scanned the room before heading off towards Cilla, tote in hand. “I had a sneaking suspicion you would be working through lunch. So I brought the food to you,” she winked before setting the bag down and beaming to her daughter.

[werewhitney-blog]

Call From Home |               Whitney & Alyse

@bashfulbunnyalyse

Whitney definitely enjoyed the new technology Ernest introduced to Wonderland. Especially since it meant she could be nosy in her children’s lives from the comfort of her couch with a cup of tea in hand. Getting a funny feeling, she picked up the large telephone and dialed the switchboard to be directed to the library. She smirked as the call was answered and she heard the quiet and calm tone of her daughter. “Alyse~” she said with a smile on her face. “Don’t tell me you’re too busy with the library and Merce that you can’t come visit your mother? It’s been weeks, young bun.”

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

Sweet Serenity || Merce & Alyse

@merce-thebutcher

Alyse had woken before Merce and slipped quietly out of bed. He looked so peaceful sleeping.... she didn’t want to wake him. She made breakfast, she wasn’t the best cook but she could manage well enough to make a pleasant breakfast to surprise him with. Scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes and toast. Along with their preferred drink in the morning... for Alyse that was coffee sweetened just right. 

Heading to wake him up she passed a camera, it wasn’t the newest model, even for Wonderland, but it worked. She grabbed it and snuck back into the room quietly. Getting closer to him she leaned down to look through the lense and snapped a photo. He looked so content and peaceful... She wanted to capture that moment.

She snapped a couple photos before she noticed his eyes peek open. She giggled lightly. “Good Morning... I made breakfast.”

[merce-thebutcher-blog]

Casual Wednesdays | Closed

It felt as if Merce was just stuck in one routine. Wake up, make some tea - go to the butcher shop and work till it’s time to go home. And repeat. Even though he doesn’t exactly have room to complain there was one tiny crack where he did have room to complain about one thing. His close friend, Cilla. He hasn’t really seen her with her being so wrapped up in the papers she write and with him being so keen on being kept busy with his job. Truthfully he missed his daredevil friend so, he made a change in his schedule. 

Before leaving, however, the butcher made sure everything was in it’s rightful place and was ready for him to be worked on the following day. Today he got two cups of tea and made his way over to his friend. They still remained close, picking up where they left off as if no time has passed between them whenever they did meet up. Since Merce mellowed out, he stopped worrying about things he couldn’t control. Cilla’s relationship with Reed being one of them, it somehow made him feel a little more closer to her. Only cause she knew she didn’t have to walk on eggshells if and when she talked about Reed. As long as Cilla was happy, than the mer was okay in his book. 

Merce knocked on the ajar door before pursuing to go inside. “If I see one bad article about the Butcher Shop in there. I swear I’m taking you down whiskers.” He said teasingly as he offered Cila one of the cups. 

@stubborncilla

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

@bashfulbunnyalyse

With more free time on his hands the butcher found himself venturing off to the woods more. Gathering thicker wooden sticks he welded rabbits into them with the small pocket knife he always kept hidden in his boot. Supposedly a were was subconsciously on his mind, a lot, considering this isn’t the only welded rabbit he did. He thought he gotten better about controlling his mind from wondering to her but she really was his magnet. Now he started to wonder if he would ever have control around her or when it was concerning her for that matter. 

He was to focused on the project in front of him that everything around him he was oblivious to but he also felt....safe enough to not really pay attention to his surroundings. Though there was a change in the air and he smiled at the familiar sent that suddenly hit him. She always had a different smell than to everyone else. It was sweet and honestly breathtaking. He looked up at her with the smile still plastered on his face. 

“Hey...stranger.” 

[stubborncilla]

Pen Names and Life Stories || Geneva & Cilla

Cilla wasn’t exactly sure how to approach this question. When she’d started publishing the stories of Wonderland’s Wanderers she never expected she’d approach Geneva about it, but the more she heard from others the more she sympathized with Merce’s little sister. 

The stories of loss and unquenchable grief were hard to hear everyday and Cilla began to understand when Gen may not have the best attitude, why she may be angry with the world.  So she swallowed her pride, knocked on the door, and for the first time she hoped Merce wouldn’t be the one to answer it.