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losemyselfinriddlesShe's back with them, back after her ordeal with the Boojum. She's still not sure how she survived, how she's still existing but she is.
But her mind is playing tricks on her, toying with her reality and making the already blurred lines fall away entirely. She's not sure where she is, not sure who she is. She doesn't have a ame and it doesn't matter, she doesn't have a life and it doesn't matter.
What matters, what she really wants to do is jump off a building and fly.
And in Wonderland? She could do that.
But she's not in Wonderland anymore and the top of Avengers Tower is not exactly a short drop.
“One two three,” she sing-songs, walking on the ledge, her arms out. “Come fall with me.” She's not saying it to anyone in particular, just to herself, or maybe to the birds. Who knows at this point.
But her mind is playing tricks on her, toying with her reality and making the already blurred lines fall away entirely. She's not sure where she is, not sure who she is. She doesn't have a ame and it doesn't matter, she doesn't have a life and it doesn't matter.
What matters, what she really wants to do is jump off a building and fly.
And in Wonderland? She could do that.
But she's not in Wonderland anymore and the top of Avengers Tower is not exactly a short drop.
“One two three,” she sing-songs, walking on the ledge, her arms out. “Come fall with me.” She's not saying it to anyone in particular, just to herself, or maybe to the birds. Who knows at this point.
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Date: 2012-09-26 04:11 am (UTC)"I'll take us into the clouds."