LUNGS FEEL heavy with the heat pressing down upon pale form, sickly appearance when she’s unconscious, only worse when awoken. Fire kept burning in the chamber, eyes drawl across the sleeping form of the only companionship she knows. When golden slivers shine near her, taking shape steadily as the girl sits up-- careful to keep quiet. Much as neither know true freedom, rarely does the other get to rest where he’s barred down, iron pinning right arm to the ground.
“ You’ve a habit of showing up wherever you want, don’t you? “ Breath flickers as voice breaks, pulled close to herself as she tries to keep held up. Wires protruding from the arm that’d been replaced-- though, still not complete. The Hatter had been rather busy to finish with his projects, still curious as to his plans for his own son. “ Yet you never try to help. “
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