Thread: The Madness Among Us... [Blissy & November]

An eye for an eye It were as crying rivers of tears upon tears seemed so much easier then trying to atone for what she did. Oh now, she wasn't following herself of course even when he spoke to her in such a soothing and gentle tone. From what she could gather, outside her obsession of the man known as Bigby he seemed like a good source morality and the sort who was loyal to his titles. A noble wolf seeking redemption amongst the trope of poor victims to his former self and yet where would she find her redemption? Amongst the people of her own? She'd dread not. Wonderland was nothing as it once had been and naturally being the very icon of such a nonsensical place, the world had fallen in similar discord to it's hero. Back then life seemed so simple and so easy, she never had to worry about anything but the next ounce of curious thought that crossed her attention and riddled her brain with fable. Some may even say Alice was to blame for her own state of mind to this very day, with her precious wonderland aside it was her own fall from grace that had inevitably undone her from the very beginning. Perhaps it be the addiction of the tea that the hatter had practically shoved down her throat time and time again or the that ghastly pipe and smoke that came with it that the Caterpillar was always enshrouding himself within and the odd way it seemed to distort her since of true reality. Even now so many years later Alice still struggled to understand the element of her own responsibility, despite her loyalty to her own stubbornness seeming to persist above all other matters. She was a guilty woman, she knew something but was an expert at hiding it though the practice of it was hardly difficult at all what with her extensive experience in keeping secrets among others. What a guilty little girl she were, sitting there as if she were the victim of the atrocious that had befallen the hatter and seeking Bigby's remorse as if he were the type to show remorse to deranged criminals such as herself. One could dream of course, though sometimes those dreams had a way of testing the very boundaries of reality and naturally that seemed to be what was occurring at this very moment. Nothing more then a gentle studder escaped her trembling pink lips as if her entire body was frozen in an transparent frosty air. It was hard to form words and feel certain she were the one saying them in the first place, never-mind trusting their accuracy out-loud to a total stranger. Though when the mind seemed to bend in such twisted deluded spiral even the simplest things seemed totally inoperable. With nothing more then the raising motion of a single hand to her lips as she'd press against them gently and silently to prevent herself from saying the wrong thing, her eyes would dwindle about the room and finally stick back onto Bigby. Should she be honest? Though what was honesty, it was hard to tell when their were several different voices screaming about in your head after all. What should see say? The truth, what was the truth? What had she done? She knew she had done something but couldn't quite verify for certain she even knew what that was. The entire thought of it seemed rather hazy and anything but easy to comprehend. I-I Don't know what you'd want me to tell you.. about such a man? He's rather complicated and probably wouldn't want me mentioning him in fact.. Though I can tell you for certain I feel as if I hardly know him to be.. anything else then an oracle of sorts.. A wise man at that, but not a very good one.. Once she had said it, she felt somewhat ill about having done it. There was nothing more then a light fluttering shift in her tone and an obvious nervous forced swallowing gesture to state that she didn't exactly feel comfort speaking poorly about the Caterpillar. The idea of speaking behind someone's back to a total a strange, despite being rather obsessed with one seemed very much unlike her. She wasn't an evil snippy young woman with a tendency to idolize herself above others now was she? Though she could certainly say she knew a woman very much like that. After mentioning the Caterpillar at all Alice felt as if speaking of anyone else from Wonderland was probably not for the better, since she remembered that she hadn't quite left the place last on such good terms as the first or second time she had been there. Though she had to admit that the idea of not considering them seemed rather unnerving and reminded her that she hadn't really felt truly wanted in any particular place since the fables from her story had split and found their place in this new world. Before her thoughts could wander forth and to far into the confusing abyss of her own imagination, Alice was broken from her thoughts of wander by the comment made by Bigby in his final sentence. It seemed somewhat ironic in it's nature, for him to be asking such a thing when she had just considered herself homeless in an obvious sense. If there was anything pleasant about their confrontation it was certainly this very moment.. Well.. no.. I haven't now that I think of it.. I-I presume I'll await the authorities to finish up their investigation and presume my place at the Rabbit Hole I guess..? Alice replied in a obvious tone that reeked of confusion. Alice hadn't quite realized it yet, but she had already done two things she hadn't entirely planned on doing in her little engagement with Bigby. The first was slipping the information out to him that she did in fact live with the Hatter which would refer to her relation with him and the Caterpillar being stronger then she had claimed it to be. The second was that her desire to find a new home seemed to bare much more foundation then influenced by the spur of the moment. Silly little girl can't keep her mouth shut.. Oh such a pity..