[ It's been so long for Alice to receive any sort of physical affection and yet, Sion has become the first to break that vicious eleven-year cycle. It's so hard to believe months ago, he had embraced her to comfort her and Alice so disgusted with it, shoving him off. There will be baby steps, tentative approaches on Alice's behalf, for a part of herself still loathes any sort of contact. She can only take so much, much like the squirming kitten in her hands that keeps insisting trying to go back on the table.
Ah, well. Slightly defeated, she allows Cheshire to make a jump from her hands and go back to the table, flopping as he does. It feels strange to stand to someone this close when Alice demands a ridiculous amount of space. Though out of her curiosity, she stands there and takes it and, surprisingly, she doesn't flinch from Sion's hand. She stands there listening, more concerned about cameras and pictures than a hand on her shoulder or Sion standing so close to her.
It's a step, even if Alice will eventually recoil to the other side of the table. However long it has been, have faith in your ability to relearn something which you love. There are so many things she wants to relearn and see to make up for the years that she lost, to fill the void of failure and having nothing to show at the age of twenty. ]
Neither does my world. How convenient it must be to have something small camera to where it's light enough to take it to such heights.
[ It would take a very long time for film to develop; she remembers how her family was forced to stay so still for their portrait and how difficult it was for Alice to sit still. Her curiosity is a suitable distraction, Alice still more passionate about new things and anything that her family loved than her apprehension of touch. There was still so many things to discover and learn, clearly. ]
Ah, he may have thought himself to be, but my father was a teacher. Photography was merely a hobby of his. [ If memory serves right, his friend, a writer, had gotten him into it. Mister Dodgson always had brought these things to her father. ]
He always had all these photography things in our foyer and it made our house smell terrible, sometimes. Mama and Lizzie weren't very happy with him.
[ Alice pauses, if only because it feels so odd to speak so openly of her home and family. The pain never goes away, it dulls. It doesn't hold her down like it used to, Alice bounces back, still bright-eyed and curious, she turns back to Sion, away from the pain. ]
I certainly hope you're being careful taking to the air. Tripod or not, you should still be exercising caution.
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Ah, well. Slightly defeated, she allows Cheshire to make a jump from her hands and go back to the table, flopping as he does. It feels strange to stand to someone this close when Alice demands a ridiculous amount of space. Though out of her curiosity, she stands there and takes it and, surprisingly, she doesn't flinch from Sion's hand. She stands there listening, more concerned about cameras and pictures than a hand on her shoulder or Sion standing so close to her.
It's a step, even if Alice will eventually recoil to the other side of the table. However long it has been, have faith in your ability to relearn something which you love. There are so many things she wants to relearn and see to make up for the years that she lost, to fill the void of failure and having nothing to show at the age of twenty. ]
Neither does my world. How convenient it must be to have something small camera to where it's light enough to take it to such heights.
[ It would take a very long time for film to develop; she remembers how her family was forced to stay so still for their portrait and how difficult it was for Alice to sit still. Her curiosity is a suitable distraction, Alice still more passionate about new things and anything that her family loved than her apprehension of touch. There was still so many things to discover and learn, clearly. ]
Ah, he may have thought himself to be, but my father was a teacher. Photography was merely a hobby of his. [ If memory serves right, his friend, a writer, had gotten him into it. Mister Dodgson always had brought these things to her father. ]
He always had all these photography things in our foyer and it made our house smell terrible, sometimes. Mama and Lizzie weren't very happy with him.
[ Alice pauses, if only because it feels so odd to speak so openly of her home and family. The pain never goes away, it dulls. It doesn't hold her down like it used to, Alice bounces back, still bright-eyed and curious, she turns back to Sion, away from the pain. ]
I certainly hope you're being careful taking to the air. Tripod or not, you should still be exercising caution.