Alice nods softly in affirmation, turning on a heel to her room. It is just as she left it, even if it felt like she hadn't stepped foot in there in years. How befitting it is when she enters through the organized chaos with her drawings spread all over her old stuffed rabbit, and her dog sprawled on her back her father's eyes seem to glisten in the little light from the window in the portrait. She only stops, for a moment, with her boots and stockings off to gaze up at him and the rest of her family. She keeps them above her bed thinking that they will now watch over her sleep now.
She wishes she could have a verbal reassurance from her father, some sort of confirmation that he is fine with handing her off in the care of another, but it won't come, at least not when she's awake. Eventually, Alice is in her night gown and her own shawl, right underneath her family's portrait.
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Date: 2014-09-16 03:24 am (UTC)She wishes she could have a verbal reassurance from her father, some sort of confirmation that he is fine with handing her off in the care of another, but it won't come, at least not when she's awake. Eventually, Alice is in her night gown and her own shawl, right underneath her family's portrait.