digophelia: (and if i ever closed the chapter on you.)
Aʟɪᴄᴇ Pʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴄᴇ Lɪᴅᴅᴇʟʟ ([personal profile] digophelia) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs 2017-03-31 01:10 am (UTC)

[ You are not well, Alice.

Alice's pace slowly becomes to a stop. Her body visibly tense and her shoulders begin to square up as her body begins to tremble. She has yet to place her knife aside and as her body trembles and so does her knife in her hand. Even Alice would concede at this very moment that insisting that she is well would be a lie. The mess around her now and how she struggles to keep her consciousness in her body and in reality. ]


Would you send me back to Westerly, too? Back to the asylum?

[ To think that she's close to bursting into tears over his question. Instead, she sucks in a breath to settle herself, running her thumb over the handle of her knife to keep herself here. In her body. ]

I will clean it myself; I am not like other Leithians, I clean up my own home and take care of it myself. I had no plans on leaving tonight, it isn't as if I will sleep tonight, anyway.

[ The blood doesn't bother her; she is confident she'll find her own way. Her only concern is still for the little girl who hid by Alice's instructions. Now that she has her face clean and parts of her neck, Alice turns back to him. She wants to ask why he puts up with her so much with her. Inwardly, Alice would want nothing more than to be consoled and to cry to him how tired she is and how much she wants to be her own person. And, most of all, putting Gwen through all of this and how she wished she had found another way to stop this man sooner.

None of that shows, her expression remains neutral, as Alice hovers between planning and disconnecting from reality. ]

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