OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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carroll | 9witches

[turnabouts]

[ A shrug. ]

Eh. Do the job right? Not a peep and mum's the word.

[nulls]

Well, we should have some sort of plan if something goes wrong, shouldn't we?

[turnabouts]

Ah. [ He holds up a finger, waits until she looks at it and then waggles it back and forth a few inches from her face. ] You're job? Is to show up and cover your eyes. That's it, luv. You leave the rest to me.

[nulls]

[ Alice draws in a breath as if to argue, but seems to think better of it, simply pulling a face instead. She trusts Carroll with her life — that's how this partnership works, after all. ]

I do, don't I?

[turnabouts]

[ It's a trust that goes both ways and for reasons Carroll's loathe to admit extend beyond mere practicality. That finger remains extended near her face and at the last moment he taps her nose before dropping his hand away again. ]

Sometimes ya peek.

[nulls]

[ For the space of an instant, she seems poised to argue, lifting herself up onto her toes, but she quickly deflates, falling back down to her heels. ]

Oh, alright, sometimes. But at least I'm not leaping for a go at fisticuffs.

[turnabouts]

[ Fisticuffs. Carroll has to laugh at that. There's time when he's convinced that Alice is something out of a fairy story — a little too perfect, her soul a little too light. It's one of the reasons he's so dogged about not letting anything touch her. Precious rare things like that should be kept precious, not ruined by life. ]

Man's got to make his way somehow. An' I won't be having you slogging through the muck.

[nulls]

Sweet.

[ It's more a declaration than anything else, said with a quick (light) swat at his shoulder. ]

And I suppose I ought to be grateful it's hard to tell. We'd be in over our heads, otherwise.