#terravmarkov

    realistically, he knew that. at least partially -- wonderland was his safe place where none of this would ever hurt. there, everyone was mad and no one would ever look twice at the oddities displayed. his world was safe. the outside world, though, that was another thing entirely. those moments where jervis was more lucid and not fully down the rabbit hole were never his favorite, and they always made things hurt so much more. and it never failed to remind him just how utterly lonely he was. giving a small shrug, he still remained on the floor, knees pulled to his chest as he hugged them even closer. “but they’re right, aren’t they?? i’m just always going to end up alone.”