Alice Liddell 020 // A broken vase
Who: Alice Liddell and Takuma Ichijou (opened to Jean Valjean)
Where: Valjean cottage
When: After Takuma is back in the cottage and presumably after Valjean and Alice speak
Style: Lavi picks
Status: Closed
The whole house felt like a broken porcelain vase. She could practically feel the discomfort and it crawled along her skin like a wet spider and just wrapped around her body without anyway of getting it off. She felt restless and on the border of tears at any second and then suddenly she wanted to hug them and be hugged but no, she couldn't. It scared her how the past three weeks had just destroyed.... months. Months of happiness and comfortableness and just everything felt wrong.
It was a broken porcelain vase and Alice was too scared to try putting it back together. A small part of her snapped that she wasn't the one that broke it, why should she have to fix it. But the rest of her just wanted her family back.
But it felt like that was gone and no one had bothered to tell her.
It wasn't fair.
She was in her room just sitting on the windowsill. She hadn't felt very hungry and while her hand was mostly healed a single bandage was still wrapped around her hand so she wouldn't pick at the scab. Basil sat in her lap and she just sat there holding him. Even though Takuma was home it didn't feel like he was home. Any second he would leave she kept thinking. Any second he would leave for an entire week again, two weeks, three weeks. A month.
And then he would be gone forever. He kept claiming that this was his home but she didn't believe him. Not when she knew that stupid dhampir kept stealing him away. At least Rene and Draco had the decency to come and visit them once and a while. But no, no that... jerk kept taking Takuma away. Even though that wretch Lefty was with him everywhere Takuma still went. He still went anyways. He probably didn't even hate Lefty. You didn't visit someone you hated and he did all the time.
So he was lying she had decided in her mind. And just as strong as that belief, if he was willing to lie about someone he "hated," he was lying about this being his home.
A broken vase indeed.
Where: Valjean cottage
When: After Takuma is back in the cottage and presumably after Valjean and Alice speak
Style: Lavi picks
Status: Closed
The whole house felt like a broken porcelain vase. She could practically feel the discomfort and it crawled along her skin like a wet spider and just wrapped around her body without anyway of getting it off. She felt restless and on the border of tears at any second and then suddenly she wanted to hug them and be hugged but no, she couldn't. It scared her how the past three weeks had just destroyed.... months. Months of happiness and comfortableness and just everything felt wrong.
It was a broken porcelain vase and Alice was too scared to try putting it back together. A small part of her snapped that she wasn't the one that broke it, why should she have to fix it. But the rest of her just wanted her family back.
But it felt like that was gone and no one had bothered to tell her.
It wasn't fair.
She was in her room just sitting on the windowsill. She hadn't felt very hungry and while her hand was mostly healed a single bandage was still wrapped around her hand so she wouldn't pick at the scab. Basil sat in her lap and she just sat there holding him. Even though Takuma was home it didn't feel like he was home. Any second he would leave she kept thinking. Any second he would leave for an entire week again, two weeks, three weeks. A month.
And then he would be gone forever. He kept claiming that this was his home but she didn't believe him. Not when she knew that stupid dhampir kept stealing him away. At least Rene and Draco had the decency to come and visit them once and a while. But no, no that... jerk kept taking Takuma away. Even though that wretch Lefty was with him everywhere Takuma still went. He still went anyways. He probably didn't even hate Lefty. You didn't visit someone you hated and he did all the time.
So he was lying she had decided in her mind. And just as strong as that belief, if he was willing to lie about someone he "hated," he was lying about this being his home.
A broken vase indeed.