[She hasn't been dealt enough blows to be able to suppress it, the pure emotion that ripples through her. Anger, hate, guilt. She can see in her mind's eye how it all happened, how she was duped, remember thinking something was a little off but not bothering to double check.
She thought she was safe. But here in Wonderland, they're never safe. They're just trying to find the illusion of safety so they can sleep at night.
Except apparently, they can come at them then, too.
Her eyes meet Elena's briefly, some strange sort of understanding passing between them. Now it's three for three; they've all been dealt horrible blows, had precious things stolen from each of them in quick succession, both physical and otherwise.
She watches her friend leave, watches the door close, and she feels her walls settle into place, the control she's exercised on so many occassions. She hides behind it because the mirrors can hear, and she doesn't want to give him a satisfaction greater than she's already given away.]
They knew you were here. They waited until we were asleep. I thought it was you.
[She's lucky it wasn't worse than it was, and that might be what bothers her the most. The only reason it wasn't was probably because he didn't have time.
Her blood runs cold and her cheeks run hot as she wraps her arms around herself, as if that's going to keep her all in one piece. It has to. She has to. There is no other choice.]
I feel like I'm going to be sick.
[Her voice is barely a whisper. He'll hear her. Maybe, for once, the mirrors won't.]
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She thought she was safe. But here in Wonderland, they're never safe. They're just trying to find the illusion of safety so they can sleep at night.
Except apparently, they can come at them then, too.
Her eyes meet Elena's briefly, some strange sort of understanding passing between them.
Now it's three for three; they've all been dealt horrible blows, had precious things stolen from each of them in quick succession, both physical and otherwise.
She watches her friend leave, watches the door close, and she feels her walls settle into place, the control she's exercised on so many occassions. She hides behind it because the mirrors can hear, and she doesn't want to give him a satisfaction greater than she's already given away.]
They knew you were here. They waited until we were asleep. I thought it was you.
[She's lucky it wasn't worse than it was, and that might be what bothers her the most. The only reason it wasn't was probably because he didn't have time.
Her blood runs cold and her cheeks run hot as she wraps her arms around herself, as if that's going to keep her all in one piece. It has to. She has to. There is no other choice.]
I feel like I'm going to be sick.
[Her voice is barely a whisper. He'll hear her. Maybe, for once, the mirrors won't.]