@xalicemarisolx | Orphanage | Nearing the end of the event
fruitless. it was all just -
the thoughts chased each other like rabbits, gnawing their way through their brain, endless cycles of him her there here why because no yes. the lack of answers frustrating -
then again, everything in wonderland was false, twisted truths layered upon each other to tear away innocence before it ever gets a chance to blossom.
children were the worst for it, torn from homes, families, or never allowed to know them in the first place. (those that do have them, there’s always some darkness lingering, else they wouldn’t be in wonderland)
they never got to be a child, but perhaps, somewhat, they can help others, little bits of clear light in the kaleidoscope of darkness that was ever present. so they head to the orphanage every now and then, stick to the shadows so they can never be traced, wear a face-mask and low hat, standard fashion, but who would expect the monster pax to be ladling out food and looking after children?
no pax, not here, not now. only sol, someone who emerges from nowhere to help out occasionally, but everyone knows to not dismiss, to not question a gift.
sol is here tonight, helping break up a fight, watching with tiredness as they went their respective ways.
innocence. wasn’t that why they came?
