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The ghost of a smile flitted across Alice’s face as Wendy offered to attack Berlioz for her, but it disappeared in a moment. Wendy didn’t need to. Toulouse had already taken care of it. Her stomach clenched at the thought of it and she rolled over in her bed, as if she could somehow leave the thoughts behind on the other side of her pillow. At least speaking to Wendy was providing her with a distraction. Her phone buzzed a few times but it was a moment before she could bring herself to look at it, still distracted by the memory of the two brothers fighting. The last few of Wendy’s messages were unread; the second the girl had said calling her was okay Alice had immediately navigated to her contacts and hit Wendy’s name, speaking as soon as the other girl picked up.

“Wendy? Wendy Darling, you listen to me, you are the best person I have ever met in my entire life, don’t you dare call yourself the world. Isn’t Andrina one of those princesses? Did she know about Peter? If she kissed you it’s not your fault, don’t you dare say that!”

She took a deep breath to stop her voice from rising any further in volume – the last thing she needed was someone coming snooping in her room and interrupting the conversation. “If she kissed you, she’s the one in the wrong. Peter is going to understand that, you know he is. Will you meet me for tea tomorrow? It might be good to see each other, considering… everything going on, and such. Does that sound okay?”

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[10:14] would you like me to give berlioz a lovely bruise for you? by the sound of it, he deserves it.

Have you told Peter?

It was the obvious thing to do as well as being the most decent, but the idea of telling Peter had been kept stewing in the back of her mind for the past few days. The longer she delayed the terrible conversation they were to have, the more she dreaded it, and all the while her fingers itched to slide open her contacts list and call Andrina, ask her forgiveness for being pathetic and running away, ask her if… well, Wendy still wasn’t sure what she wanted from Andrina.

She wished more than anything that it wasn’t Peter she had to hurt. That it was someone else, and so she could call him and talk about it, or perhaps he’d simply fly her off somewhere and they could forget about everything as they sucked on toffee bon bons and spied on pirates through the cloud cover. That was childish of her, though. That was still running away.

She was an adult now, an adult who did adult things. Like going to college, writing resumes. And breaking her friends’ hearts.

to: ✿ alice ❀ [10: 17] she kissed me, but i kissed her back. [10: 18] andrina, i mean. you know, the new friend i’ve been telling you about. and then i ran away. [10: 18] so i’m simultaneously the worst friend and girlfriend in the world. [10: 19] it wasn’t a silly mistake. i knew what i was doing. mostly.

[10: 24] i haven’t told peter. i know, i can’t believe myself either. and yes call me, please. or come over tomorrow, if you can. also i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make this all about me. [10: 25] if toulouse is at all decent, he’ll forgive you. i suspect berlioz couldn’t stomach seeing you with his brother on a date and that was why he acted the way he did. which isn’t your fault at all.

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to: wendy ♡♡♡ [10:12] he did. he walked in on us getting ready and he was teasing marie [10:12] and I might have told him off for it and then it was just me and him [10: 13] and then he kissed me, and I kissed him back, and Toulouse saw us and

wendy was still writing. alice’s fingers hovered above her phone screen as she watched the little ellipses. funny? wendy would never call anything like this funny. she scrolled up to re-read their conversation again, just to make sure that she hadn’t missed anything, only to find that when she reached the bottom, she had several more messages. shocking messages, ones that made her put her hand over her mouth in surprise. wendy, kiss someone else?

surely, that was impossible! she’d been in love with peter for years, she wouldn’t just go and kiss someone else for the sake of it! she hesitated a moment, unsure of how she would reply, but first thing was first. wendy clearly needed some comfort too. and if she was keeping busy making sure wendy was okay, she wasn’t thinking about how much of an idiot she was herself.

to: wendy ♡♡♡ [10: 16] you kissed someone else too? [10: 16] or did they kiss you? [10: 17] you’re not a mess, wendy, don’t say that, you’re still the same perfectly lovely person you always were, regardless of any silly mistakes. [10: 17] do you want me to call you instead? [10: 20] have you told peter?

Alice’s phone buzzed in her hand and she fell on it like a wild animal, entering her password wrong twice in the rush to open Wendy’s messages. She laughed aloud for a moment as she read them, short and bitter. Wendy was certain it wasn’t her fault? 

Alice was certain her best friend didn’t know her at all. It was always her fault. Curling into a tighter ball, she retreated under her covers, furiously tapping at her phone’s keyboard, her emotions spilling messily out of her.

to: wendy ♡♡♡ [10:07] yes it was [10:07] i’ve done the stupidest thing wendy [10:07] i was supposed to go on a date with toulouse bonfamille tonight. [10:08] and i kissed his brother. berlioz. i kissed berlioz instead. [10:08] i think i still like him. a little. i don’t know. i don’t know how i feel right now. i hate this. [10:08] i’ve messed up so much wendy what’s wrong with me why would i do that [10:09] his face was the worst thing i’ve ever seen. i’m the worst person in the world. they should lock me up again.

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Alice’s phone buzzed in her hand and she fell on it like a wild animal, entering her password wrong twice in the rush to open Wendy’s messages. She laughed aloud for a moment as she read them, short and bitter. Wendy was certain it wasn’t her fault?

Alice was certain her best friend didn’t know her at all. It was always her fault. Curling into a tighter ball, she retreated under her covers, furiously tapping at her phone’s keyboard, her emotions spilling messily out of her.

to: wendy ♡♡♡ [10:07] yes it was [10:07] i’ve done the stupidest thing wendy [10:07] i was supposed to go on a date with toulouse bonfamille tonight. [10:08] and i kissed his brother. berlioz. i kissed berlioz instead. [10:08] i think i still like him. a little. i don’t know. i don’t know how i feel right now. i hate this. [10:08] i’ve messed up so much wendy what’s wrong with me why would i do that [10:09] his face was the worst thing i’ve ever seen. i’m the worst person in the world. they should lock me up again.

to: wendy ♡♡♡ [10:02] wendy are you here [10:02] i really need to talk to someone. [10:03] and by someone i mean you bc you’re the only person i can tell [10:03] i really messed up tonight

Alice waited with baited breath as her texts sent, clutching the phone tightly in trembling hands. Her family had noticed the state she was in the second she had arrived home, make-up smeared to hell and back and Toulouse’s blood still spotting her dress. She had refused to talk about to any of them, even Lorina, and eventually they had let her be, her mother soaking the bloodied dress in cold water to remove the stain, and her sisters helping clean off her make-up and brush out her hair. She had told them all she wanted an early night, and once Lorina had helped her into her pyjamas (Alice had been trembling too hard then to do up the buttons, but it was manageable now) she had tucked her into bed as she used to when they were little, and shut the door tight to give her some privacy. Alice didn’t know how long she’d cried for, only that both sides of her pillow were now wet and she had discarded it on the floor, lying curled up on her mattress on her side, feet twitching as she anxiously awaited a reply - any reply - from her best friend.

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to: wendy ♡♡♡ [10:02] wendy are you here [10:02] i really need to talk to someone. [10:03] and by someone i mean you bc you’re the only person i can tell [10:03] i really messed up tonight

Alice waited with baited breath as her texts sent, clutching the phone tightly in trembling hands. Her family had noticed the state she was in the second she had arrived home, make-up smeared to hell and back and Toulouse’s blood still spotting her dress. She had refused to talk about to any of them, even Lorina, and eventually they had let her be, her mother soaking the bloodied dress in cold water to remove the stain, and her sisters helping clean off her make-up and brush out her hair. She had told them all she wanted an early night, and once Lorina had helped her into her pyjamas (Alice had been trembling too hard then to do up the buttons, but it was manageable now) she had tucked her into bed as she used to when they were little, and shut the door tight to give her some privacy. Alice didn’t know how long she’d cried for, only that both sides of her pillow were now wet and she had discarded it on the floor, lying curled up on her mattress on her side, feet twitching as she anxiously awaited a reply - any reply - from her best friend.

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I'm correct in assuming that "ship" is short for relationship, right? Goodness, I don't know that it's my place to assume who you should and shouldn't be dating, Alice. But....if this is the game....you know who's rather cute? Marie's brother, the older one. Don't you think?

Indeed you are, Jane! O-oh...

Not that I am any expert on boys, of course, or h-how handsome, or cute, they may be, but... yes. You’re right. He’s very cute.. Toulouse, his name is. Very, very cute indeed.

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Hiya Ali Cat! Uh, this is kinda a hard one, huh? Ahaha, I want ya to be happy with whoever ya want! I guess that means I ship ya to be with happiness? Haha jeez that's real cheesy!

I do love it when you call me that, Tommy.

Very cheesy indeed, but so lovely! And know that I ship you with the exact same thing - when I’m not shipping you with John, of course!

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I ship you with moi, of course! Perhaps Wendy too, you two are always so adorable together.

Of course you do, we are  trés bien together! And Wendy... she is so adorable, isn’t she?

Peter is a very lucky boy. And Thomas very lucky to have you too!

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Oh Alice, I ship you with... well, I suppose... maybe... or perhaps... hmm. You're simply too good for anyone ever in the history of the world, Alice! And I can't seem to bring myself to ship you with anyone other than... oh, never mind. I'll have to get back to you on this one.

Too good for anyone, ever? 

Wendy, you’re too kind! Although, I suppose I can think of a few people I could possibly settle for...

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"I ship you with..." finish the sentence in my askbox.

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theprinceoftheforest:

R-really, you’d prefer the blizzard, Alice? But it was so terrible! An’ summer hasn’t been that bad! Lots of sunshine, a long break… I dunno ‘bout you but I’m not really ready to go back to college.

A theme park day, I’m in! I-I haven’t been to the theme park in forever. The last time I went… woulda been ‘bout a year an’ a half ago, in December. That was fun! Yeah, I remember it was December ‘cause it was snowin’, an’ they had a temporary ice rink opened up, an’ lights everywhere… an’ Thumper got sick all over my shoes after eatin’ too many candy canes. 

Okay, so maybe less fun than I first remembered.

Well, probably not, but at least during a blizzard you have the excuse to stay in and drink hot tea all day and you could be wonderfully cosy! It’s been so humid lately it’s been hard to sleep, or go out, or find the energy to do anything. I can’t wait until it cools down a little in the autumn. Well, I won’t be going to college anyway, so it won’t much matter to me. I’m to see if I can get my job back at the hat shop, but I think I’d much prefer to work somewhere else now, a change of scenery. It’d be nice to be a gardener, wouldn’t it? I wonder if the park are looking for anyone to tend the flowers…

In December? I didn’t think it opened that late in the year! An ice rink, Bambi why didn’t you tell me when you were going, that sounds so lovely! … Or it did, oh dear. He wasn’t too sick, was he? See, this is why you should have taken me! I might still have eaten too much but at least I wouldn’t have been sick on you. Look what you’ve done, I can’t wait for winter! Do you think they’ll do the ice rink again?

We’ll just have to make this one more fun than the last time, then. You can invite Faline, and Thumper, and Flower, and I’ll get Dinah and Snow, and Wendy… she might even invite her new friend too, that would be lovely, right? And Marie, and her brother – that would be good, wouldn’t it? I’ve heard they opened a new rollercoaster, twice as high as the last one. You’ll go on that with me, won’t you Bambi?

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I can hardly believe that it’s August already. It feels like we’ve done nothing this summer, what a waste. But then again, it’s been too hot to do anything… I think I’d much prefer the blizzard from two years ago to this. Then again, it’s a crime to waste weather this good…

Oh, I know! We should have a day at the theme park! Wouldn’t that be lovely?

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we're all mad here | alice & jane.

Jane: /She had been ignoring them, at first. The cat and his friends. Just a trick of the light. Just her old imagination rearing its ugly head again. But then they started talking. And once they started they hadn't stopped. It seemed that every day that passed the voices got louder and louder and more and more cruel and she felt like she was holding onto the frayed edges of her own sanity for dear life, and that any moment it would slip right through her fingers. And now, god, she couldn't even hear herself over their words. The cat stared over her shoulder as her eyes bore into her dresser mirror, looking for some sense of purchase in the darkness of her pupils. Stupid Alice stupid Alice stupid Alice over and over again and why didn't they understand/ i'M NOT ALICE /She shrieked, eyes snapped shut as she grabbed something off of her dresser and threw it, landing with an earsplitting shatter against the mirror. She didn't move, just let the spray hit her body as she chanted to herself over and over again/ Not Alice not Alice not Alice not Alice not Alice

Alice: /Alice almost shouldered the door off its hinges at the sound of something smashing, mind flashing back to that horrible Christmas, and the knife soaring through the air. Glass littered the floor, and the smell of perfume was overwhelming, and there was Jane, muttering to herself, and a guilt panged in the pit of her stomach. It was her fault Jane was like this. Picking her way over the glass, she reached out as gently as she could to lay her hands on either sides of her arms, raising her voice as loud as she could without shouting./ Jane! Jane Darling! You’re not Alice, /I’m/ Alice. I’m Alice Liddell and you’re Jane Darling, and that cat can’t hurt you! Jane, can you hear me? I can make the voices stop! Jane, are you listening? I can make it stop, but you need to calm down, just a little bit! Jane? Are you listening?

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Alice: /Alice had been enjoying the silence in Jane’s body. Not any real silence of course, because Jane’s hearing was perfectly functional and absolutely wonderful, but the silence in her head. It wasn’t until she was in the body of someone – well – normal, did she realize just how loud her own brain was. Even her medication, which helped suppress the worst of it, didn’t completely block it out. Honestly, since waking up in the quiet, she had forgotten all about her medication. She had forgotten so much about it, she’d forgotten to tell /Jane/ about it. And now it appeared the poor girl was suffering, and Alice felt like she just might drown in guilt. She had sprinted the whole way to her house, fishing the key out from the hollow flower pot bottom outside the front door and unlocking it to let herself in – from upstairs, she could hear something, and it didn’t sound good./ Jane? /She called as she hurried upstairs, leaving the door to slam shut behind her./ Jane, is that you? It’s Alice – Jane, where are you?

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Play the game with me, Alice! Wed, bed or behead - let's see... Okay, Tommy, Marie and, oh, why not - me!

Wendy! I’d love to play a game, I… oh.

Well, this is the rudest question I’ve ever gotten in my life! I didn’t realize you were so ruthless! But okay. Let me think.

I would behead… Marie, I’d say, because she does so admire Marie Antoinette, and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? Oh goodness, I hope she doesn’t get too mad at me for saying so. I’d bed Tommy (don’t tell him!!!!!) and… well, I couldn’t ever choose anything but wed for you, could I?

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Well, yes and no. Marie did try and teach me some French when we first became friends but I was, erm... abysmal is the word, I think. We have been friends for years though, so I have picked up a few things, hello, thank you, goodbye, just basic things. You’re speaking to a cunning linguist, don’t you know?

Well, it definitely is. I showed it to my sister, too, and she said it was lovely, which is the highest possible compliment from Lorina, really. She’s very critical about everything, so your work really must be something special. You and Marie are so talented, I’m a bit jealous!

I—oui, merci would be correct. Your pronunciation is not bad, either. Is that, um—is that something my sister has been teaching you? 

Oh—well merci, Alice. That is, um, very kind of you to say. I am glad to hear that you enjoy them. A-an artist always loves to hear that their work is appreciated, of course.

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All those fires in the forest have started driving the wildlife out of their homes, isn’t that terrible? One of the animal sanctuaries is looking for volunteers to help rescue homeless rabbits, and I think that’s the most wonderful thing I’ve heard all day.

Would anyone like to join me?

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What you truly need is a little bit of flowers in there, Jane, it’s very - wouldn’t you like some flowers, even? Daisies, or sunflowers, to brighten the place up? Posters are not childish at all! Our Lorina has them in her room, and she’s training to be a teacher, I think - are you saying she must be childish? She’s the most sensible person I know, besides you, and the other Jane.

Why not? I go out like it all the time. What’s wrong with a few wrinkles in your clothes?

Well, Frederick picked her name, so you’ll have to take it up with him. And those names... they’re names for old people, not for mice. They’re very - well, they’re very boring names, aren’t they? Mallyumkun has a little bounce in it, at least!

... because they’re children, and you play with children? Are you telling me you don’t?

My room is not dreary, Alice! It’s sensible. I don’t have excess because I only keep the things I truly need. Please don’t be silly, Alice, posters are childish and—they’re supposed to be stiff, of course! How else would they keep their shape?

I can’t say the same for your wardrobe, you know. Why is everything so wrinkled? Where can I find the ironing board? I can’t possibly go out like this.

Mallywho? What an odd name for a pet. I can’t even remember it, much less pronounce it. Why couldn’t you have picked something more practical, like Mildred or Agnes?

Play? You offered to play games? With John and Michael? Why on earth would you do such a silly thing like that?