Circles
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daily prompt: "Write a scene that goes in circles"
(prompt by Sarah Selecky)
Fandom: HnknA
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They circle around, pulled apart by the centripetal force and yet staying together, sharing a tight link with their hands that prevents them from drifting into the unknown space.
Fast.
It seems like the laws of gravity are evaporating as both parts of the rotating system lose the ground under their feet. Or perhaps, it is the earth that is melting down. Whether they fly high up or fall, she cannot tell.
Faster.
She dares to glance around.
The space is stretched; the tent melts together and loses its shape; black, yellow and red, the colours that seemed to be easy to distinguish before mix like spilt juices in a grey whirlpool of wind and water.
There is no end and no beginning in this mess.
Everything loses its importance, her simple cells refusing to process the fireworks of light and colour.
Too fast.
To her misfortune, she cannot tear her eyes away from the bewitching scenery.
Finally, her mind screams: This is too much!
Her body answers with an unpleasant wave of nausea.
His voice tells her something that she fails to register, the sickness overwhelming her mind and senses for a moment.
"What is it?" she cries with that little patience that is still left.
Inside her mind, the echo of his voice is barely understood, and yet, she follows his advice.
Her eyes slide open and focus on the only fixed point within her ever spinning, blurred horizon. In an instant, the annoyingly bright set of colours dulls, giving her mind some space to concentrate on the cause of her misery.
"What is the meaning of this?" she inquires sullenly. "I cannot remember agreeing to this kind of entertainment!"
She cannot help but think of his bad taste when it comes to such matters as this one.
He chuckles light-heartedly, almost as if he can see her thoughts.
"My, Alice, I certainly did not mean to make you feel this uncomfortable. I merely assumed that a small change of perspective would benefit us both."
Such a terrible joke, she cannot help but think.
They find themselves in murky waters, creating endless cyclic waves that spread into the vast, shapeless space.
And there is only Alice, Alice and her strange companion with his bewitching lips that seem to refuse to ever form a simply straight line of indifference.
Right now, there is no Wonderland,
no territories and
no circus.
And in this very moment, she thinks, it seems as if this man has nothing but his smile.
"After all, I still fail to understand you, Joker."
His eye laughs, as if mocking her already deranged mind. Her vision is being fogged as yet another laugh crawls though her ear shells, winding its way inside her head.
Already, she feels mad from a sudden sense of weightlessness that seems to spread like poison in her veins.
Their bodies melt like sugar, then instantly cool off by the wind, spinning and wrapping themselves in a candyfloss manner around an invisible pole.
How strange, Alice catches herself thinking, she isn't feeling nauseous at all.
In fact, she feels light, like a feather, caught in the spring's storm of cherry blossoms.
And she sees it.
The reflection of herself in a crimson mirror, as if she were looking through his eye.
Finally, she realizes it.
That world which her eyes lay upon…
…is his world.
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A/N: …this all made sense in my head.