Remember when we'd stay up late and we'd talk all night? In a dark room lit by the TV light? Through all the hard times in my life, those nights kept me alive.
+Alice's golden head. He wanted to say he missed her. But to be honest, he doesn't truly remember being without her, though he sensed it had been a while.
"I missed you," he said, commiting to the phrase.
Edward stumbled back on his bare feet, nearly falling over as Alice fiercely threw her arms about him. The boy chuckled and wrapped his own limbs around his sister, humming softly to comfort her.
"It isn't a mad dream Alice. I'm here. And I'm not gling anywhere," he reasured +
Alice stared at him, her breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat. His hand was warm—solid and calloused from climbing trees and sword fights, just as a boy's hand should be. Not the frail, paper-thin skin of the old man she had mourned in her loneliest nights.
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+her, squeezing tight enough to indicate the slightest doubt of his own words. What if he did go away? What if she did? Ed didn't want to think about it. So he didn't. This was the moment he wanted to live in. He felt tears welling again, trailing down his cheeks and onto +
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⠀⠀𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇⠀
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⠀⠀based mainly on the two books of Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass.
Edward omly laughed and pressed on, thinking her reactions adorable.
"Give me one reason why I should," he chuckled, poking her ribs, under arm, wherever spot she left open.
" n —- no need for the tickle monster ... "
She giggled , faintly , already raising both hands in surrender . Cheeks all flushed .
" but ... it ' s ... not so simple ... "
Oh he wasn't letting her get him again, he kept grabbing at and pinching her sides. Every time she reached, he'd tug his wrist away, and go right back in!
"You're not winning this fight!"
"Eheheh..."
He wiggled his fingers in the air, approaching menacingly.
"Wanna tell me who you're crushing on? Or does the tickle monster have to convince ya?"