could she? would she? and would alice simply cry for how she's all confused, you know, that she's just so heartbroken... it's all honestly a convenient excuse. she knew it, on a SELFISH LEVEL, the one in which she's a little bit more honest about the whole thing. and she likes a good thing, and riding it out, and feeling the momentum, sweep, but alice has never had to think about the consequence, if she didn't care to take the leap. everyone teases her for how picky she was, alice, forever cycling through a handful of maybes, and what ifs. but now, she suddenly wanted to treat things with kid gloves, and a quiet attempt at being good - feeling that buzzing, humming demand that she figure it out, quickly!
the stakes were simply at an ALL TIME HIGH.
but they're at that point in the night when it's hard to keep their hands to themselves, and she's laughing, almost, at how easily haneul melts within her grasp, alice leaning in with all that greed, nose nudging against her own. she's listening, you know. because she feels it. that same painted on doubt that the both of them contend with, because what do you do, when you know the start is drenched in something less than SAVOURY. the both of them circling this, with the caution of those that had experienced the shocking highs of a rebound before, but, alice likes to think that she's learned a little better since then. she grins, nuzzling close, unbothered. "it's true. my heart is broken, my insides are tortured. from all the going out, and i can't stand being alone..." her lips grazing against hers, idly. "but i like when you come over~ and i'd be less alone at your place too...."
isn't she INVASIVE, digging in her claws. because doesn't she deserve a little reward for that dose of truth she's willing to spare? but as she's pondering over the ifs, the ands, the maybes of it all, there goes haneul, barrelling pst her and far more ready than she'd given her credit in being, her lips parting, her eyes widening behind those artificial blue lenses she was so keen on wearing, even now. it's like her heart's about to burst, beating, far too quickly, far too hard. it's demanding an answer and alice is the one caught on two left feet, oh, it's a taste of her own medicine, isn't it? a taste of realizing that she was the one left speechless!
and more than that simply wouldn't do, it also simply wasn't fair, not when haneul is willing to lay this much on the line fore her. especially trying to make sure that there was a timeline, a real one, that it was not just the fleeting affections of the highs that came from attention laid out in such PLYING FORM, but... before the break up, before... well. who knew but her right now, alice left chewing on her bottom lip as uncertainty flashed within her expression. "really?" alice was more accustomed to being the one amongst all of their friends that was considered too much, too loud, too annoying, and she leaning in with an almost impish glee, but to see her looking at her with such earnestness gave her a pause because...
... well, few people would have known her better. at least alice could admit that fact. looking for the her in this that was ever so always assured in her responses, and finding herself faltering for once. was that a good thing? a terrifying thing? "look. i..." hands gathered hers within her own to hold, to squeeze. always feeling that little sense of wonder whenever their fingers carded together like this, she loves is, she can't look away. "it's kind of AMAZING... how easy this feels... and i'm not really sure where it's all going but it's why i keep asking you to come, again and again. because i want to. i don't want to hurt you either. i'm also feeling selfish because... should i really be doing this with you if i'm not sure? but..." there's that grin, a flash of her more usual mischievous smile. "... i can't lie~ sleeping with you..." her fingers, curving along her jawline. "... it's so fun~"