Alice thinks everyone has a Wonderland (offinherhead) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-18 00:01:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, alice liddell, aveline vallen |
I'm supposed to be better
Who: Alice and Aveline
What: Tea and dream talk
When: Last night, before the event started
Where: Alice's flat
Rating PG-13
Status: Complete
Alice had prepared four places for tea. There was Aveline's chair, there was her own, the cat got one, and the last was for the stuffed rabbit. She simply wasn't going to invite any ghosts today. Sorry! She looked at the clock, and frowned crossly, "She's going to be late!"
Aveline knocked at Alice's door. She'd been having her own odd dreams lately. Well. the same odd dream, just multiple times.
Opening the door, Alice peered up at Aveline. Her eyes were sunken back into her head, her hair touseled and it looked like she had barely pulled herself into a pair of jeans and a happy bunny t-shirt. Happy bunny says, "Thank You For Not Making Me Kill You!" She stepped aside to let Aveline in.
Aveline frowned to Alice looking that way. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she entered the apartment. Clearly tired, and probably disturbed by nightmares still. Aveline could sympathize, with the dreams she was having.
"Have you ever been trepanned? It's not very pleasant." She closed the door, locking it. Even with a cop in the apartment she didn't feel totally safe. She fought the overwhelming urge to fold herself into Aveline's arms, "The nightmares have been on repeat. I'm starting to smell burning flesh wherever I go."
"...no, I haven't." She did know the smell of burning flesh, though. "I've been having...strange dreams as well. Some sort of...medieval battle or something." And it felt so real, as real as combat Aveline had actually lived through. It didn't make sense.
"With armor, and knights and things?" She squinted, "Are you Joan of Arc? Is god talking to you?"
Aveline chuckled. "I'm not Joan, no. Joan never fought monsters, just men."
Alice set about pouring tea, then sat down, staring at the bunny for a moment, "You were fighting monsters?"
Aveline nodded. "I don't know what they were, but they were ugly.:
Alice looked at the bunny, "She's very pretty, sod off."
The bunny just sat there, motionless. Alice blew hair out of her eyes and sipped at her tea, "I'm running out of caffiene pills."
Alice would be willing to sleep with just about anyone for more caffiene pills.
"You need to try to sleep. I can stay over some more."
"I don't want to impose." But she did, oh she did. "You've all but moved in." She scratched at the back of her neck, "I can hear them."
Aveline pulled Alice into a hug. "I'm sorry."
She wrapped her arms around Aveline, inhaling her smell rapidly until she was dizzy. But the burning was gone for now, "I'm supposed to be better, I'm supposed to be better." She hiccuped.
Aveline stroked Alice's hair. "Sometimes 'better' doesn't always last. It doesn't mean you can't get better again. It just means that some things...some things never totally leave you. They're like scars that don't show."
Alice pulled her bracelets up her arm and looked at the scars there, then she looked at the rabbit, "He wasn't there when I went to sleep. He was there when I woke up. That means I'm not nutters, right?"
"The rabbit was just...there?" Aveline frowned. Just like the shield. Strange.
"On the table." She nuzzled Aveline, taking comfort in the smell, "He was in the dream. I was holding him as the house burned."
"Strange..."
"I've already dissected and sewed him back up." As if she were answering a question that hadn't been asked, or even thought about, "I was worried he was giving me the dreams."
"Well, it's good that he's just a rabbit, then?" Aveline rubbed Alice's back in soothing circles.
"Yes. Then I felt bad, he didn't deserve to be mutilated. I was very careful to perform reconstructive surgery." She shivered, then tensed for a moment before relaxing.
"Hopefully he'll like resting during tea time. Soothing aromas and all." Aveline sighed and kissed Alice's hair.
This felt..very comforting. Alice wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she liked it, "The tea helps. I know this is blasphemous but...I'm getting a teensy bit sick of tea."
Aveline chuckled. "Maybe find some new flavors."
She pulled her head back and stared at Aveline, "Heathen!" She looked every bit as serious as she sounded, until her lips turned up into a tiny smile.
It was good to see that smile. "Shall we have our tea, then?"
"Lets." She sat back down, deliberately putting space between them, and slid Aveline's cup over.
And through it all, the rabbit stared...