#nomadiserande

Alice inhaled shakily and blinked in the bright sunlight, fingers pressed against the soft grass beneath her. One moment she was wandering through a field in Wonderland; the next moment she had stumbled, fallen, looked up, and found herself... here. Her immediate response was a brief flutter of hope. Was she... back in England? Perhaps, but... no... no, this wasn’t her home. It didn’t feel like England, at least; nor Wonderland for that matter. This felt like someplace entirely different.

She pushed herself upright, somewhat unsteady on her feet, still dizzy from the sudden change in scenery. It was beautiful, though — the sky a lovely, clear blue, the green hills sloping away in the distance. The long grass swayed in the gentle breeze, brushing against her hands.

It didn’t strike her as a dangerous place. Quite the contrary — it seemed pleasant and peaceful. She was still disoriented, of course, but she wasn’t frightened. Still, staying in one spot wouldn’t accomplish anything. Just like in Wonderland, she needed to keep moving to learn more. She brushed some dirt from her dress, took a deep breath of fresh air to calm her nerves, and started walking. Hopefully she would find someone more familiar with the area.

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      “I always am, Snufkin.” She swung her leg over the log in the same way she’d seen Too-Ticky roll over large obstacles. To her delight, that did make getting over the large husk much easier than climbing, and she quickly dropped to the other side. 

      “Hurry up, we’ll never find My like this,” Ninny instructed, impatiently eyeing Snufkin. The valley children were in a heated game of hide-and-seek, and Ninny took nothing more seriously than the pride of saying she was the one who had unveiled My’s hiding spot. The brownie-fae was so tiny, but she was brightly colored red all over, and Ninny was busy scanning the whole forest for any speckle of the intense shade. 

      “Over the log! Through the creek! C’mon, Snufkin!” She cried, delicately lifting her skirt to avoid it getting wet. She had stopped wearing her proper party-shoes a while ago and now stomped through Moominvalley barefoot, always returning home dirty and happy.

     She had never been allowed this before, you see. She had been trapped inside that horrid home with an even more horrid caretaker, deep in the dark shadows of the woods. It had been a terrible place with all joy sucked from it, and it was a lightyear away from Moominvalley as it blazed with springtime light. 

       Even though she felt safe now, Ninny would perhaps never be free of the fear that came when the sun was covered by a cloud and the air stood still. That was the sad thing about being as afraid as Ninny used to be; it never truly goes away, even years later. Even when you are flooded with joy, there will still be something to fear in the shadows. All Ninny could do was keep running, keep pushing forward into her forest so that nothing could catch up to her.

Unrequited || Accepting

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        Aamu’s hands twined together, fiddling with the matching bracelet. He confessed, and her response was….less than ideal. She had informed him of the fact that she had met someone else during their time apart, and that she was expecting. Not expecting him, or even for the person to come back. No, that she was expecting a child.

            At least, she had been trying to tell him that last part, but only got so far as to say, ‘someone else,’ and ‘I’m -’ before he spoke. Now, she wasn’t sure how to continue. She wasn’t sure what to do, he had already started to walk away. His head was down, her eyes were filled with tears. He was far enough now, that if she didn’t yell, he wouldn’t hear her. No one besides him ever heard her. His hat was getting further, turning into a speck amongst the trees.

       She tries, her voice failing her, but she takes a few steps forward, her hands falling to her sides as she starts to walk, then run towards him–

Unrequited || Accepting 

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                  Aamu pauses, unsure what exactly Snufkin meant. However, a blush  rises to her face as she realizes what he meant–the hand on her arm stopping her from walking away. She knew what he meant after a moment of thinking. 

      How could she not? The slight pain in his voice, the shaking grip. Of course, he understood now what it felt like for her. To be in love with someone, who didn’t seem to love you back. 

      They hadn’t seen each other in about two years, and now she was here, with someone else, and seemed to be happy. She wasn’t. Of course, his feelings had shifted as soon as she buried her own.

                   Aamu glances over her shoulder at him, his hat covering his face from her view. She swallows, and slowly moves back just a bit. Standing straight now, she turns to face him.

                   “Yes,” She whispers, knowing exactly the feeling of unrequited love. A part of her wanted to relish in the feeling of seeing him like this. Seeing him practically metaphorically on his knees in front of her. His heart on display for the first time. However, Aamu eyes glisten over with tears. And she could only relish for a few minutes before she continues,

As You Wish ! || Accepting

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          “God, you’re annoying,” Alice huffs, looking at the other from across the train tracks, despite the slight blush upon her face. “First, you get us almost caught, now you’re just—”