#abyssloved

Dialogue starters || Accepting !!

Deep, deep down, at the heart of that (broken toybox) place once filled with golden light, a doll stirred. A slight creak of porcelain joints accompanying her movement as Clarisse turned to look at Alice, face drawn into a rare frown. A pale hand hovered over her hollow chest, no heart there to beat anymore, if there even once was. Just a doll, nothing more. Perhaps not the best equipped for answering such philosophical questions, but it wasn't like there were many other beings to ask just wandering around the Abyss. Not many of sound mind, at least (even if Clarisse isn't sure how sound her own is, if the cracks that so easily spread across her porcelain flesh could have wormed their way in deeper).

Miracles ?? There was a beat of silence as the chain considered the question. A mere moment, though it felt like it stretched on a lot longer before she spoke, voice light and clear despite the cracks marring her throat.

"I think there is a lot here that many would consider miraculous- you, yourself, being one of them." She finally answered, then smiled, with a short huff of amusement.

"I'm guessing that's not exactly what you meant, though." It's unsteady ground, pushing deeper here - she could leave it at that, question answered, but she's never been able to recognise when to stop. There always has to be that push, that one step further - maybe that's why she's ended up here.

@abyssloved​ said:  Hisses at a certain Baskerville. ( hi hi <3 )

“Is that what passes as a greeting now?” 

There’s a faint quirk to his lips, betraying his amusement even with his lukewarm response.

abyssloved asked: "Alice !"

◊ | It felt like a dream, or at least, a dream-like reality whenever she’s with her white haired twin in this domain. Whether it was real or not, there’s no mistake that her mirrored sibling was happy to see her. This caused Alice’s cheeks to slightly deepen in hue, almost the same color as her plush rabbit’s cloak. Not to mention, it did feel strange again to wear this dark dress, but at the same time, she’s used to it. 

“Alice.” She responds, saying her twin’s name in response. (They both share that same name, must it be so slightly awkward to say it? It shouldn’t be.) After a moment of silence, purple eyes gaze away from her twin, and then back at her sister once more. 

"meow~~!" (did i make this icon just for this? yes.)