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Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

Unsure if your grasp on that one character's voice is as firm as you'd like it to be? Wondering how exactly your regular character's quirks will work out, once you've turned them into a Mirror? Curious and curiouser about how your magnificent muse might fit into the world of Wonderland? Or do you simply want to warm up and stretch your legs, before submitting that application and coming to meet

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[He doesn't need to hear her voice, doesn't even need to see her to know where she is, know that she's there. He can feel her, on a bone deep, soul deep level. The fact that she's sought him out is both flattering and painful.

His heart's hammering in his chest is proof of the hurt. She looks like before he'd nearly died, before Lara had sent her to die. In his arms. A part of him wonders if he kisses her if it will burn him again, but he doesn't trust himself to avoid her either.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The air is heavy with the smell of dust and mold and sweat, but under that he can smell her essence. His Hunger growls as its favorite meal is noticed and he balls his fist up to shove it down just so he can talk to her.]

Justine... [Just saying her name makes him long for her but he's stronger than his own lust and desire, dammit.] Does this mean you'll be my Princess Leia. I'm sure we can find you the outfit somewhere.

[Justine can see his struggle. She knows him and the war that ranges inside of him. There is an edge to it this time, something that she doesn't know. Her brows furrow though her face doesn't lose it's beauty. What has changed?

His words cut though her concern, his voice velvety and alluring. She slowly steps forward unable to keep a large distance between them.]

I'd be honored. [As she smile a soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips.] If it means you'll rescue me?

[His eyes are mostly silver when he finally manages to open them, a sign of his hunger and need, but his allure is only barely leaking through. Gods, he wants her, but his guilt is greater. He nearly killed her, the woman he loved.]

Don't. [His voice is strained and he closes his eyes again. It's easier to talk to her, to flirt as if nothing is wrong, if he doesn't have to see her as well as smell and hear her.]

Don't come nearer. Please.

[His plead cuts through her and she stops.]

Thomas?

[A million unanswered questions weighted heavily on his name. She knew him. Except that something is different and she doesn't know what that is. A knot of uncertainty tightens in her chest but she tries her best not to show it. It is useless hiding things from Thomas.

She doesn't want to cause him pain.]

What is it?

[He puts a hand through his hair, trying his damnedest to control himself and form sentences that would make sense of what's going on.

He's heard about this place pulling people from different places int he timeline. And she's proof of it being true.]

What's the last thing you remember from home? Just answer me that first.

[Justine tries to make sense of his question but every theory and thought that comes to mind doesn't add up.]

We had left the red courts ball. Harry helped us.

[Her voice is barely a whisper. She doesn't trust herself to be louder.

A dark sensation claws in the back of Justine's mind. Twisting as if it wants to break free and lash out. It's a feeling that she knows and one that Thomas quiets but the tension in her stomach gives it strength to wreck havoc on her senses. She firmly forces the feeling away, it isn't the time to slip and lose her control now.]

Fuck.

[The Red Court.... Bianca's house up in flames. Justine and Susan held captive. Harry's life shattered. Justine had come out okay, but Susan... hadn't fared well at all. And the less said on that the better.

But that had been years ago. Of course, the fact that her hair wasn't stripped of all pigmentation spoke to that. The slightly addled look to her around him while he's barely using any of his powers at all speaks to that. He knows that he could reach out and touch her and she would be his and he could have her again.

But it would burn. And he would deserve it.]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

If Lara was here, I would think this was some cruel joke. [But she's not. He's already checked.] That means whatever powers this place thinks this is funny.

[It isn't that unusual to hear Thomas swear but it's different than it had been before. Justine can hear the tension in his voice, the pain. She isn't okay with that and she still doesn't know what's wrong.

Justine takes a step forward.]

Thomas. [Her voice is soft and pleading.] What is it?

[Lara is cruel, Justine doesn't need to see the future to know this. Is that what this is? Lara does something. Is Thomas from another time or has memories that she does?]

[Fuck. It's Justine and he really wants to touch her, kiss her, hold her, have her. She fits so well in his arms, as he knows from years of very personal experience. He also knows that she won't stay away from him unless he makes her or something else does.

Better to find out if touching her could be detrimental to his health now than later. Except, he doesn't know if he's strong enough to handle the pain while she's like this.]

Harry's luck is rubbing off on me. I thought things couldn't get worse. [His laugh is devoid of anything resembling humor.] Guess I was wrong.

Thomas.

[Justine feels panic twist in her chest. She doesn't know what's going on and as always she wants to be at Thomas's side. She takes another step forward and another, her hand reaching out towards him. Her fingers brush against the hem of his pants before the palm of her other hand rests lightly on her chest.

She doesn't know what will happy but she can't stay away.]

Please tell me.

[He knew she wasn't going to let this drop. It's her. And he's always been bad about keeping them apart when he can help it. Even through the craziness of his family, their bond has only strengthened, deepened.

But as much as he wants her, he doesn't want either of them to hurt. He's been well-fed for weeks with the little sips he takes from his clients at the shop. He's gotten by and lived a life that was better than when he spent the night after night on his half-brother's couch.

She's just not the type to let go. With a lot of reluctance, he closes the difference between them, and takes her hand with his own. He can feel the sizzle of the burn on his palm. Only, after a few seconds, it's too much and he lets go with a hiss, blisters forming on the skin he'd pressed to her own.]

There. You know what that means.

[Her eyes widen as she looks down at his touch, her lips parting as a soft gasp escapes from her lips.]

Thomas. [She breathes out desperately] No.

[Something in Justine breaks. He loves her but it means they can never touch. She tugs at the lose threads in her memory, trying to figure out if there is a way. Anything that might make her able to touch him again.]

If I had sex with someone else? [Her voice doesn't raise above a whisper. She can feel her own darkness in the back of her mind clawing and pleading for Thomas. She needs him.]

[Hearing her dismay is pretty much the icing to the fucking pain cupcake he has to deal with right now. All he's ever wanted to do is keep her safe. She's not just some other doe to fuck and discard. She hasn't been for a very long time.

There's no use in denying how much he loves her. She fills his heart and his mind and even his demon craves her. Nothing compares to having Justine tucked in his arms and doing a million different things with her.

He loves her. And she's been used against him for too long. He's the reason she's suffered so much.]

That's a temporary fix, at best. [Dammit, no, his voice isn't choked with emotion.] The best thing is to just...stay away.

[She doesn't understand. She's trying but she just can't. Her life, the voices in her head, nothing is the same with out Thomas. She knows that it's possible to live without him but she wouldn't given the choice. Here, wandering down these halls, they're free of the White Court. There is nothing to hold them.

She won't stay away.]

A little of something... is better than nothing at all Thomas.

[Her voice is soft and earnest, ringing with a truth that was meant for him. The words that she doesn't say, the ones balanced on the tip of her tongue, I love you Thomas.]

[Even away from his family, away from the politics and the sick power plays that went on between what was left of the Courts, he doesn't feel safe. Can't take the chance to relax and let himself enjoy things yet. Not without definitive proof.

And yet he knows that he can't last out against her. For one, he doesn't want to. The last few years have been hard, emotionally as well as physically. He tried to explain it to Harry and at one point he thought he'd gotten through to his brother the constant, overwhelming thirst that plagued his every step.

A man dying of thirst next to an oasis because he couldn't trust himself not to overindulge the monster within. Ridiculous but nonetheless true. And yet he can feel the hunger build up. Well-fed he might be as of late, but he hasn't fed since arriving here.

And the damn burns on his hand hurt like hell. Keep him grounded.]

There are consequences, Justine.

[He touches her back with his unburned hand, feeling the heat wafting off her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. It still feels like he's burning. His words don't even sound convincing to him, not with the way he can barely look at her without it hurting them both because of the longing.]

Lara's right. I'm a fool.

[Justine loves Thomas. It goes unsaid but she feels it twisting beneath her breastbone fueling her worry and pain. He can't not feed and while it isn't a perfect solution she knows that it'll help him. If she can make it so her touch doesn't burn him, he can feed on her. She trusts him and knows him. He won't take too much. What he is doing now will only make it harder for him.

She dislikes going behind Thomas's back but if it's for his sake, for his health, she'll try. Justine knows that she can lure him in. She knows Thomas just as well as she knows herself.

Her lips part but before she's able to speak she feels his hand pressing against her back. They were both fools.]

I will take those consequences Thomas.

[So that he doesn't have too bare anymore.]

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