![]() ![]() Even if she wanted to go, there was always the chance she might lose heart at the last second, and instead they’d be left trying to keep the… other Alice from picking a fight over meaty hor d'oeuvres. He’d considered asking Oswald to bring Alice to the rite, or at least the gala after so far, he’d convinced Oswald to let him take her out on the lake, even all the way to Lacie’s grave.īut Jack thought it’d be cruel to try and plop Alice into a great group of people. “I’ll describe it to you down to the smallest detail.” That weight in his chest twisted his insides tighter as she rocked forward, mouth broken wide in childlike glee. It will be a happy occasion, with a great big party afterward and everything.” This is just the first step in Gil’s succession. “No,” he said, wanting to scold her for being cruel (and worse, disappointed by his answer) but having no energy for it. Times like this, he felt as if Levi was once again explaining how Lacie had turned into nothing, and Jack imagined he was truly melting into drops of water. Some days, she looked so much like Lacie he felt like crying. “You and Glen talk about it with such whispers- is something terrible going to happen to Gilbert?” “The Raven ceremony, right?” Alice asked, eyes lit up with interest, sharp as a whip. He pulled his hand away from the stone, trying to forget the shape of Lacie’s fingerprints against it. Even Levi hadn’t kept Lacie under such tight-Ī hand squeezed around his heart. Things are so busy around here.” But that was tactless Alice didn’t know much of anything that went on, locked up in the tower. He leaned against the window of the tower again, looking towards the tree line of the small wood on the sprawling Baskerville estate. It was still his Alice, still in her white dress and holding a china doll and sitting with her ankles crossed, smiling innocently at him. It was the truth, frightening as it was he had no idea how long he’d been disconnected from his own body, how long Alice might have been talking before she noticed his inattention.īut he quick loosened his body, making sure his smile was bright and airy and appraised Alice. He shifted in the window seat, stirring from his thoughtless stupor. The gentle question slowly made its way through Jack’s distraction, and he blinked as a breeze whipped through the tree and garden below the tower. “Jack? Are you… what are you looking at?” Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 8,809 Chapters: 3/? Comments: 4 Kudos: 23 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 285 Alyss | Intention of the Abyss & Jack Vessalius.Alice & Gilbert Nightray & Oz Vessalius.Glen Bakserville | Oswald Baskerville & Jack Vessalius.Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. ![]()
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