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shattered_wonderland) wrote2016-08-01 06:00 pm
shattered_wonderland) wrote2016-08-01 06:00 pm
Wonderland but not
The stones of the street she'd been standing on fell apart all around her feet, and Alice found herself shooting down through the chasm in the ground. Fast as a missile. She couldn't count the seconds on how long she'd been falling until suddenly she was floating, her dress billowing all around her, and the all familiar cushion of soft earth scattered with newly sprouted grass seedlings touched the soles of her shoes.
Her eyes opened after she gave a hum of recognition that they'd found themselves snapped shut, and with another hum, she gazed around where she stood.
"Wonderland's not looked quite this put together ever since the..." her words stopped with a sharp intake of breath as she started to move forward, toward a slender stream of water she spotted, "you know. It does go without saying." Yes, she made a habit of speaking to herself. No, she wasn't going to rehash the destruction of certain areas she'd loved, the lives lost of several creatures, beings, that she'd come to admire, respect and hold dear. Not merely to herself, not unless she had to get a point across to someone.
She was beginning to believe that it was all a figment of her imagination, a thought she'd had many a time before but continued to be disproved by her regular visits to the land before. Yet, as she stared into the water, something akin to a lily pad floating by and blocking the reflection of her face, she shook her head. "Where've I turned up now?"
Then she turned her attention back up, over the stream that was certainly small enough to simply hop over, she called out, "You mangy cat, where are you? I haven't the faintest idea what's happened here, and you do tend toward some matter of aid in times akin to this." As no answer came, she stared out, spinning in a slow circle, voice softer as she called out, "Cheshire?" The damn feline did make a habit of always being there for her when she needed him most -- so where was he?!
Her eyes opened after she gave a hum of recognition that they'd found themselves snapped shut, and with another hum, she gazed around where she stood.
"Wonderland's not looked quite this put together ever since the..." her words stopped with a sharp intake of breath as she started to move forward, toward a slender stream of water she spotted, "you know. It does go without saying." Yes, she made a habit of speaking to herself. No, she wasn't going to rehash the destruction of certain areas she'd loved, the lives lost of several creatures, beings, that she'd come to admire, respect and hold dear. Not merely to herself, not unless she had to get a point across to someone.
She was beginning to believe that it was all a figment of her imagination, a thought she'd had many a time before but continued to be disproved by her regular visits to the land before. Yet, as she stared into the water, something akin to a lily pad floating by and blocking the reflection of her face, she shook her head. "Where've I turned up now?"
Then she turned her attention back up, over the stream that was certainly small enough to simply hop over, she called out, "You mangy cat, where are you? I haven't the faintest idea what's happened here, and you do tend toward some matter of aid in times akin to this." As no answer came, she stared out, spinning in a slow circle, voice softer as she called out, "Cheshire?" The damn feline did make a habit of always being there for her when she needed him most -- so where was he?!