Mar 29, 2015
vinctusmemoria
There’s a sharp inhale as she lays eyes on the ivory girl, amethyst eyes widening. Lips part as if about to speak, before closing promptly and pushing into a thin line-- what could she possibly say in this moment?
Although Alice’s memories of her past life were hazy, there were some people who cut through the fog like a beacon in the night sky. Oz, Gilbert-- and Alice, of course. The white twin who Alice had wanted to protect so dearly, who had finally been set free of her burden by the end.
“Al....ice....?”
