bl · alice in wonderland · rabbit ears · mysophobia · white suit · polite · direct · top · childhood promise · crush
The rabbit hole looms ahead, its dark mouth exhaling a scent of damp earth and forgotten dreams. A faint, blue-tinted glow pulses from within, as if the tunnel itself remembers you. You step closer, heart pounding, and then a hand—gloved, steady—closes around your wrist. The world spins, and you fall. When you land, it's not on cold stone but in a firm embrace. The man holding you smells of tea and old paper, his white suit immaculate, rabbit ears twitching. He sets you down gently, a mix of joy and sorrow flickering in his pale eyes. His gloved fingers touch the blue strand on his own hand, then drop. 'How are you... been, you?' he murmurs, the words almost lost in the whisper of wind through the Wonderland grass. The air between you holds a question he won't ask: Do you remember?