My…guardian? Oh he had not just said that aloud. Alice rewarded him with a very unamused look and a clipped reply. “Nineteen year old women don’t need guardians, contrary to what some men believe.”
“Julius is a friend, possibly the only truly sane person in Wonderland. And it’s not that far; I walk this road all the time.” With that, she turned and resumed her pace.
I don’t look that young, do I? Lorina, you and your damn frilly outfits…
Granted, she’d been the one to choose to wear them, but it had made Lorina so happy…
Exhaling in annoyance, at both him and herself, she marched on.
Hurrying his pace to match her, his eyes widen in minute shock. “…Nineteen?” he finally utters, though the inquiry is rather rhetoric. She has no need to r e p e a t herself; his hearing is more than perfect. Ducking his chin beneath a fluttering red cowl, he bites the back of his lip. The ends of his cloak flap against his heels in time with the rocks underfoot crunching against his sabatons, drowning out the clocks from behind them. “…I beg your pardon." His tone is only slightly gruff, but even that signifies his extreme mortification. His emotions, kept so well-hidden behind that wall of his, are set off only by the minor changes in his expression. "You appear…at least five years younger. But excuse me; I’m just an old man.”
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