⤳ @praive, 𝘦𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯, asked: ‹ when’s the last time you ate? ›
mouth opens briefly to offer an answer, before she simply aims her gaze directly towards him, a silence in her expression which begets confirmation. it's been a while. jaw clenches, and as if on cue the burning sensation of a thirst unquenched rises from the very base of her throat. it's not reached seething, she notes, i've got time. a keen eye now makes its way towards the stairwell, mind on bella who sleeps just upstairs, a peaceful and fragile existence protected only by the good will of monsters who, for some reason or another, had come to love her very dearly.
“ don't make me go. ” it's half-command, half-plea. when she finally looks back towards her brother, there's something sincere to her expression, a soft sort of begging which might have usually been paired with a silly pout and widened eyes were the matter not so serious. alice had rarely been so terrified for the fate of someone so inherently breakable, but this was her sister. she had known her forever, it seemed. and in so dire a circumstance, how could she leave her? risk a blind spot which would spread, red and widening, consuming up the whole house –– her brother and sister with it, and she wouldn't have been there to see it coming . . . her brows knit, a look so starkly contrasted from her usual cheerful demeanor. “ i'll be fine. ” she pauses, eye wandering again to the stairs. “ i'll know if i won't be. ”
