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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[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.