(I had to write this - I'll write about the dormouse next.)
In March's unconscious state, she could still feel her wounds stinging, prodding, telling her that she was weak and vulnerable. She remembered the Queen's smile when she took off the head of the Orange Rabbit, March remembered it all. These feelings infected her dreams. Tainting them with the murk of Wonderland. They latched to her ankles and knees, forcing her to fall.
And she fell.
Even as her eyes were closed and her mind was shooed into a different world, she still expected impact. But such was not the case. While the Brown Rabbit assumed that she'd be putting another moment of pain on her never ending stack, it appeared she felt the opposite. March indulged in comfort. Two arms held her, protecting her from the abyss below.
And her subconscious mind smirked and asked, "Do you deserve this?" It grabbed at either side of her being and continued, "Do you deserve this? Even after killing her, killing his closest friend. Do you know who holds you? Who saved you from drowning in everything you lack?"
March had just gained some sort of relief, a type of relief that she had missed from when she still had family. Yet, her mind still terrorized her. She was about to lash out, that is, until a fragrance relaxed her muscles. For a second there she felt like a princess, she felt royal. As if a crown had been bestowed upon her and gave her the authority to cast her abusive mind aside.
And that she did.
In her "sleep", March smiled and curled herself even more into a ball. It was like she was in a hug, one that she needed dearly. And even as her cheek bled, her leg and muscles ached, she was dirty and had just begun to sleep after hours of running... even as the temperatures surrounding her became frigid, she was spoiled in warmth.
In March's unconscious state, she could still feel her wounds stinging, prodding, telling her that she was weak and vulnerable. She remembered the Queen's smile when she took off the head of the Orange Rabbit, March remembered it all. These feelings infected her dreams. Tainting them with the murk of Wonderland. They latched to her ankles and knees, forcing her to fall.
And she fell.
Even as her eyes were closed and her mind was shooed into a different world, she still expected impact. But such was not the case. While the Brown Rabbit assumed that she'd be putting another moment of pain on her never ending stack, it appeared she felt the opposite. March indulged in comfort. Two arms held her, protecting her from the abyss below.
And her subconscious mind smirked and asked, "Do you deserve this?" It grabbed at either side of her being and continued, "Do you deserve this? Even after killing her, killing his closest friend. Do you know who holds you? Who saved you from drowning in everything you lack?"
March had just gained some sort of relief, a type of relief that she had missed from when she still had family. Yet, her mind still terrorized her. She was about to lash out, that is, until a fragrance relaxed her muscles. For a second there she felt like a princess, she felt royal. As if a crown had been bestowed upon her and gave her the authority to cast her abusive mind aside.
And that she did.
In her "sleep", March smiled and curled herself even more into a ball. It was like she was in a hug, one that she needed dearly. And even as her cheek bled, her leg and muscles ached, she was dirty and had just begun to sleep after hours of running... even as the temperatures surrounding her became frigid, she was spoiled in warmth.