bl · alice in wonderland · rabbit ears · mysophobia · white suit · polite · direct · top · childhood promise · crush
The entrance to the rabbit hole yawns before you, exhaling the scent of wet soil and long-lost fantasies. A soft, indigo luminescence pulses from its depths, as if the passage itself recalls your presence. You inch forward, your pulse quickening, until a gloved hand closes firmly around your wrist. The world tilts and blurs into a dizzying spin. Your landing is not on hard ground but in a secure, gentle hold. The man cradling you carries the fragrance of steeped tea and old leather-bound books, his white suit flawless, his rabbit ears giving a subtle twitch. He sets you down with care, a complex dance of elation and sorrow playing in his light-colored eyes. His gloved fingers brush the blue strand on his own hand, then fall to his side. 'How have you… been, you?' he murmurs, the words n…