[Someone leaving Wonderland was bizarrely like someone dying, and yet not. There wasn't that finality, that certainty that came with death, but it was almost worse in some ways that way. When a friend or loved one left, there was always that lingering hope they might return, or that you might leave to join them... But one could never really be sure, and that grief of loss paired with a feeling of not knowing whether you were going to spend the rest of eternity without them was a heavy weight to bear.
Of all the words that could describe Claire, 'strong' and 'brave' were certainly high on Caleb's list, but if there was ever a time to offer a safe moment to stop being so strong and brave, this was it. So he'd gone and fetched a few things - a good bottle of madeira and the tastiest apple cake he could think up - and headed off to find his friend.
He made it to her room and knocked on the door before calling out for her, his voice gentle.]
an open post, you say :3c
Of all the words that could describe Claire, 'strong' and 'brave' were certainly high on Caleb's list, but if there was ever a time to offer a safe moment to stop being so strong and brave, this was it. So he'd gone and fetched a few things - a good bottle of madeira and the tastiest apple cake he could think up - and headed off to find his friend.
He made it to her room and knocked on the door before calling out for her, his voice gentle.]
Claire?