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[tideridera]

     “    you’re  wasting  your  time  if  you  think  any  of  us  are  going  to  be  friends  after  this.    ”  //  @ofamoris​  ♡‘d  for  a  one - liner

[redemptioninterlude]

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞ Evie to Alice

drinking starters meme + @ofamoris // evie

She finds their children, oh-so-sweet ; villains and all, they were still, just, children. And so is she, technically, though the business of being Alice has always meant that things are strange and odd and not quite what they should be, but that, she thinks, is the business of being who they are, and what they are. Beautiful Evie... who’s mother’s sin was wanting to be THE MOST BEAUTIFUL of them all, the fairest, even. Sentiment passed from mother, to daughter, a lesson that was not learned, apples aside. But Alice, Alice watched from the sidelines, watched her compatriots have their children, watched their lives change...

And she, well, she only could offer them guidance when they came to her, unchanging Alice, save when she shifted, too much like the Cheshire Cat after all this time. Evie came because she was someone who’d care without the questions, as she did now when brushing back her dark hair, a SOFTER SMILE on her face as she held up water, crackers. Anything to settle the civil unrest that likely broiled within the other’s stomach, only laughing when she spoke. “You think?”

Maybe it was too much before the point where she’d come knocking at Alice’s door, crying about some boy who was meant to be charming (or was it Charming?), and one that was not, but perhaps a little more dopey (dumpy?), the words a little harder to pull out of her. It’s all an alcoholic SPILL on confessions, as she lets her lay with her head on her lap, Alice quietly feeding her cookies iced in acid green and pink, as if sugar might solve it all. “It’s okay though. Sometimes we need to try things to find out where the walls are. Isn’t that how we learn?”