[ For a few minutes more, Alice allows herself to openly cry on him. The times she mourned for them were in catatonic shock, disconnected from reality followed by fits and ramblings of Wonderland. Rarely she cried over them and never with another soul to comfort her. It feels strange and foreign to have someone listen to her. Why couldn't anyone do this for her as a child she never knew and grew to accept. His presence here was unavoidable and as soon as she said her goodbyes, she came directly to him, like a child with a scraped knee.
His reaffirmation calms her that she won't be thrown in a padded room, left in a bed for days on end helps. What a childish fear! Long at last, when Alice has moved from uncontrollable sobbing to openly weeping, she's just now noticed her tears. ]
I'm sorry.
[ A bad force of habit and Alice hasn't shrank away from Maglor quite yet. ]
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Date: 2014-06-24 01:35 am (UTC)His reaffirmation calms her that she won't be thrown in a padded room, left in a bed for days on end helps. What a childish fear! Long at last, when Alice has moved from uncontrollable sobbing to openly weeping, she's just now noticed her tears. ]
I'm sorry.
[ A bad force of habit and Alice hasn't shrank away from Maglor quite yet. ]