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@lovemourn - the mad hatter + the march hare get a new follower starter !

oh what an absolutely MAD TIME this was!

see, she receives such a lovely invitation to come by for tea. alice traverses the marshlands, simply to get here! within the cozy claustrophobia of the woods that hold on at every side, and how it's a wonder that alice makes it at all with any sense of timing. she's no white rabbit, hopped up on ANXIETY as a kink, wired to worry for what the red queen thought of them, oh! how foolish. there's no use for all that when the world around them was filled with such glorious curiosities! it's why she can't quite help but be distracted, her pathway always filled with new things and the hint of what could be the next grand adventure taken, but she makes it, of course she makes it, and she even has her little basket of goodies to share, just to be a good guest, as one should!

alice, oh alice, comes a calling! no need to knock here, the whole affair has been laid out upon the lawn, as it ought to be. the celebration is unclear, but perhaps that was the entire APPEAL of it all. that meant it may be an unbirthday, it may be high tea in the name of flabbityjacks and willywonks. who cared! they could do as they well pleased! and a party needed no real reason to be had, was the simple explanation, as both arms open as she flies into the familiar arms, all crash limbed laughter as she pushes herself back, her prize held up in between them. "wait! i bring treats. enough for us all. is the dormouse joining us? where's my pretty girl hiding?" ah, alas, alas! it seems to be the three of them, but there's no doubt that that's well plenty for tea, placing her well-intentioned scones upon the table. "i haven't left you waiting too long, have i? or at least you know ell enough to start without me if it was!"

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continued from HERE — @lovemourn

the moment she had discovered his body, the tenacity with which she worked had increased by tenfold. it was no longer a nameless person on that table she was trying to bring back; it was the love of her life. the god complex driving her pursuits had shifted instead to necessity. whatever intimacies she and abel had shared prior were nothing compared to what they had now experienced — the parts of him eden had cradled in her hands, putting him back together, that no other human should have reasonably touched. it had been a challenge, attempting to retain as much of the man she physically knew as she could. but now, staring into a stranger eyes, seeing a morsel of recognition? eden cared only that he was alive. "hello, my love," cannot convince herself to do more than whisper. her hand lifts to cup his — larger than she's accustomed to — against her cheek. the other hand reaches out, slowly, to rest on his chest. fingers splaying out atop his heart. grounding herself in the steady beat she feels beneath his skin. "how do you feel?" it takes all matter of control not to let her hands roam, to see how every inch of him feels now that he's awake. but she's waited long enough — what was a few more moments?