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he calls me softly, somewhere inside, hiding
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@dvckworth (because omg owly!)
“No. Nu-uh. It is far to cold to drag myself out of bed, but if you’d like to bring me a cup of tea, you could always join me. Wonderland can do without the tea shop for a day.”
dvckworth replied to your post: “why the fuck are my neighbors blASTING 80S ROCK”
O: -goes rock with them tho-
you are dead to me
/// @dvckworth she’s back !!
‘ I’VE NOT COME BACK HERE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT. ’ Yet heavily bespattered skirts, dripping with tell-tale crimson, would certainly allude to something otherwise. Alice’s hands are clean, however - but her mind is evidently unclear. Fog cavorts about her feet, up in the air. The trees turn and bend until they frame him in black, black oak. Leafless trees, their claws bend and flex and break; he receives a twig fallen ‘pon his hat but otherwise the land in her head does not harm him, ‘ But it seems hostility still reigns here. I wonder - is it a fault of mine? ’
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“You must have been dreaming, stories like this can’t come true.” from March :D
“ Why won’t anyone.. why won’t you believe me!? “
Air round her form grows colder with the outburst, FROST covers the ground beneath her, HURT visible in her form. She pulls away from him when he draws near her, each step causing further ice to form below her path.
“ Why can’t you just trust me, Erik? I trust everything you say! Aren’t you supposed to trust the people you.. “
Perhaps love BLINDS her to reality, and her loyalty and trust misguided. TEARS form in eyes growing irritated by the moment, air only growing colder the further away she pulls, extending far enough to fill the whole of the area. Nobody’s around, nobody would have heard her state his name, though she had stopped herself from revealing what they are to open ears.
Palm wraps around the handles to the Casino, doors FREEZING by the touch as they’re forced open-- BREAKING in the moment. She’d hear about it later, no question about it, but her mind can’t remain trapped here. NOBODY would listen to her, NOBODY trusted her, not even the one person who was meant to.
She pauses at the entryway, head tilted downwards, she HEARS him stepping over to her, HESITANTLY, she notes, likely due to the scene she’s making, the fact LITTLE could stay hidden if he ran to her side to pull her back. Ungloved palm grips the broken glass left in the doorway tightly, blood starting to drip down her palm, she turns only for a moment, palm held out, meant to tell him to keep away.
“ You’re supposed to be the one person who does trust me. What am I supposed to do if you can’t do that for me? How long am I to wait for someone who can give me that basic right!? After everything you’ve seen them do, everything you know, and you still can’t offer me that!? “
The Guards came running, and her eyes flashed bright blue. ICE formed a block way, protecting her path as she ran off. She knows they’ll be told to bring her back, DEAD OR ALIVE, if the Queen offers that option. March will find her, there’s not a doubt about that either. Perhaps she’ll have calmed down by then, if he forgives her is another thought she doesn’t really want to think about.
She loves him, in spite of what just happened, she still loves him. But she doesn’t want to be forced into any more situations where she has to pretend to feel something if she doesn’t, pretend to believe she doesn’t know what’s going to happen to her if she stays, PRETEND to believe she’ll be alright just because March was by her side. The Queen can send him away again at any time, if the guards are truly so afraid of what will happen to them from March.
The ice filtering her steps, along with the blood dripping from her palm, she knows they’re all just a trail that will lead the guards right to her. March would find her without the guide, she knows him too well to be blind to the fact. Leather glove is pulled onto her hand, applying pressure to her wound, whilst also keeping her skin from being able to affect anyone who might try to touch her. A thought occurs, and gloves are tugged off immediately, jacket pulled off as well, allowing plenty of skin to show through-- if anyone were to grab her, anyone other than March, FREEZE would kick in and their skin would grow too cold, FROSTBITE taking care of them for her.
Items shoved within her bag, she takes one look back-- then looks onward at the forest, a far bit away, but she knows from being trapped beneath the river that she won’t suffocate if she goes below. One deep breath, and she throws herself into the water, eyes turning blue as she opens them beneath the water. She hates it, she hates the water and she hates having to be beneath it-- but one breath, and she recalls how her powers allow her to breathe within.
Tears mix within the water and she lets her prowess move her, rather than merely attempt to swim herself-- doesn’t know how. She knows where she wants to go, best to let nature be her guide.
The water throws her onto the beach when she arrives, arm grazing on the sand and cuts coming onto her skin. Eyes return to the dark brown, and she stands, looking around her. She lets herself float up, a placement of ice lifting and floating with her-- the sand beneath where she was suddenly washed downward with the waves. The ice meant to slow them down, keep them from tracking her footsteps, and it brings her deeper into the forest, far away from the eyes of the Casino. She finally gets down onto her feet when she’s deep enough within, briefly wondering if her mind will grow lost inside the woods.
She starts walking, no thought as to where she’ll go. Soaked to the core, she wanders through, the chill doesn’t affect her, she hardly even notices. Tears fall down her cheeks once more, knowing she may have overreacted, but after the time locked away, broken and beaten repeatedly by the Tweedles while March was away, treated as a traitor for something she hadn’t done. Harmed in such a way her own natural healing ability couldn’t seal away the scars. She just wanted to be listened to, to be trusted, and even the one person who showed her she mattered-- he couldn’t trust her, either.
&& @dvckworth ;; MEME
“Where in the world have you been hiding?” from March :3
“ I’m not the one on assignment all the time, March. “
Keeps close to his form, lips barely hovering near his own. Heat of his form nearly melting the chill in her skin, the adoration raised from the fact she can touch him so freely keeping her all the more addicted to him. Pain others associate her touch with only able to bring pleasure to him. His own hands, well known for killing and maiming, touching her so gently she’s be confused if it weren’t him.
“ I should be asking you that. “
Lips press to his chin first, hands covering his and pulling them around her form, one rested at her hip and the other at the small of her back. Releasing his hands she slides them around his form, one at the tail of his spine and the other up towards his shoulderblade, lightly pulling him closer still.
“ I hate it when you leave. “
Lips dip down to his neck, fear lost beneath her skin. Nobody was going to find them there, nothing was going to interrupt, drag her away or harm her. She had him, there wasn’t anything else she’d need to think of, nothing else to worry of. Just the love she held for him, the desire to show him every part of her that kept only for his eyes. Palm moves up, thumb and forefinger grasping his chin to keep his head tilted her way, releasing just as lips near his.
“ Don’t let go-- I love you. “
&& @dvckworth ;; MEME
