Curiouser & Curiouser

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

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❝ . . . Sick ? ❞

Alice wasn’t exactly accustomed to the symptoms of attraction, having spent what felt like a lifetime in a world of enchanted flowers and hookah smoking insects. What was love in a world of beheadings and tea-drinking mad men? Not that she thought this man of muscles and vague descriptions was capable of love; whatever it was. She wondered if he’d recover from the disease he was clearly suffering from. That’s what love was seemed to be, after all.

❝ I mean, that’s the term isn’t it ?  Love sick ? ❞

Alice was honestly surprised that she'd never felt what he seemed to be trying to explain to her. She'd been on this Earth for 20 years, well, if Wonderland had counted. Well, either way, she was in her twenties and very confused by the man's need to talk about this " 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 " chick all the time. Wasn’t this guy a hunter? Or something? He should know how to shoot his shot-- and if she wasn’t responsive to it, she clearly wasn’t interested.

𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 seemed pretty cool, she supposed. But was it interesting to hear about her ?

No.

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“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

It was getting dark; the marigold sun beginning to set. The only familiar trees becoming dark with shadows creeping down the sides of them. It was enough to give Alice just the slightest frighten. Still. She was no longer a child-- and having gone through Wonderland, she assumed she must be able to handle the forests of Corona. After all, she may be frightened . . . but Alice was not weak.

❝ Actually, never mind all of that. ❞ Alice’s brow furrowed in thought before she looked over at the man beside her. ❝ Do you have any ideas ? ❞

What a curiosity.

Alice did her best to find her sewing kit, along with a tissue to dab at his eyes.

❝ If you weren’t crying, you can just dab at the sweat near your eyes. I’m sure that’d help . ❞

Alice was looking for her black thread as she waited for his reply, watching his shadow move. It was so odd that Alice found herself quite distracted. She wondered if the boy who had crashed through her window was from Wonderland, himself. She certainly couldn’t have met every citizen there and it wasn’t as if London had many oddities-- everyone was too busy doing their best to be mundane. Yet, this boy had crashed through her window . . . on the third floor.

Curiouser and Curiouser . . .

❝ I’m Alice, by the way. Alice Liddell. And you are ? ❞