So beautiful *^*
"More than likely…it’s a strange sort of wonderland…both wonderful and terrible…" She nodded heading down to the kitchen. The sisters tended to avoid the kitchen, usually because one of them, either tenenbaum or herself were running them out. Aurelie was allowed to do most of the cooking. She pulled some cookies from the pantry, and set the kettle on the stove to boil the water.
"Wonderful to certain minds, terrible to others." She said, then began following Aurellie to the kitchen. Despite excelling in many subjects, Eleanor was never much of a cook. In fact she was sure she managed to burn tomato soup her first time using the stove. She watched the girl bring everything out as she leaned a bit on the counter, arms still wrapped around the book.
Her answer seemed to calm him down. Gil held the scarf to his chest and closed the trunk, looking a lot less anxious now than he did before.
It was only Brigid. Everything was all right.
He may not have been as delusional as he was in Rapture, but his paranoia had returned, and it was worse than ever. It kept him awake at night, where he lay still and terrified as hallucinations moved back and forth before him. They spoke to him, but never to each other, and told him things that he never wanted to hear.
"I’m very sorry," he said, sliding off the raised shelf and onto the floor. "I heard footsteps, and I was afraid that someone had found me. A stranger."
He went over to Eleanor, still clutching the old scarf, and smiled a little. Then, very gently, he put it around her neck. Although they were safe from the freezing wind in the cave, it was still very cold, even for Gil. The scarf would help her stay warm. It was made from wool, and its faded sea green colour brought out the blue in her eyes.
"There. Isn’t that better?"
Eleanor could feel her shoulders relax a bit as she saw him calm down. She can understand what Tenenbaum was talking about now. That, however, wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying this moment. She may never be able to see her dear friend after this visit is done.
"It’s quite alright, this cave seems to echo things of the sort." She said with a reassuring smile.
She watched him walk over to her with the scarf in hand, and her eyes widened having it put around her neck. It wasn’t that she minded, it was quite cold, but still a very kind gesture all the same. She wrapped it around with a grateful smile, “Yes, it is. Thank you very much.”
“My memory isn’t that bad you know.” He defended. If anything, it was the past he dived into too much. Already the young man was at the solo door that seemed untouched. Checking it for forced entry. It was still locked. Good. “I’d give you more of a tour if it wasn’t for that.” Even if he only used three rooms. Off went his right shoe, showing off his dark blue sock and a fallen key that hit the floor with a little ding. “Right then.” He picked it up to unlock the door. A slight glimpse toward his old room was made before entering. Inside was unharmed near completely. Everything had a place and was as he had always left it. The bed for two was made. Alarm clock set for eight am on the side table with a magazine by it’s side. Across from the bed was a dresser filled with nicely folded clothes inside. A Television on it; along with three different ties laid out in a row at an angle, and a white vase with one flower in it.
All these nice things where here, but only one thing belonged to him. “A second if you please.” Amie put the key and shoe back in place. Excited to get under the bed to pull out the book about the world. About the surface. It was lighter than Eleanor would probably remember. Amir found it heavier after the strength tonics had worn away with time. “I’ve still got it here.” He presented the book up right. “A little beat on the cover but the inside has all the good parts. So we can take it with us.”
Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh, despite the whole situation, he still managed to make her laugh. Though he was able to do that before with little trouble. “I know, I know. To be fair, I do have quite the recollection. I still remember when you made a complete fool out of yourself just to make me feel better.” She said, there were many times that had happened before everything decided it was going to ruin her life, in a matter of speaking.
As he seemed to occupy himself with whatever was behind that door, Eleanor took it upon herself to do some more looking around. It was, after all, the first time she had been in his home. With it being practically forbidden for her to technically have any friends as a child. It was very nice, it reminded her of Grace’s home, though the singer had a bit of a larger one. It didn’t help her sudden want to see her room one last time. She had to wonder if Grace kept it the way it was when she left it, there wasn’t a doubt that said otherwise. Grace loved Eleanor like her own, and for the latter, the Southern singer was that of a god-mother as a child.
She snapped out of her reverie as he came out of the once locked room with a familiar book in hand. A smile broke onto her face once more, setting down her helmet as she took it into her hands before carefully opening the cover. “I still can’t believe you kept it. After all these years, it’s still here.” She said, looking back up at him. It made her feel like a child again, like nothing could possibly go wrong. She flipped through the book, turning page by page. But yet again, her mind was always logical, and broke the happy moment.
"We’ll be able to see all of this once we’re there. I don’t see a need to take it, we wouldn’t want to bring too much with us." She stated, "I would love to bring it with us, but in a matter of speaking, it wouldn’t fit in your case. Everything in here will become real."
"It is, isn’t it?"
He sat down next to his old steamer trunk and rummaged through it. A pile of threadbare clothes lay beside it, along with something that may have been a book once.
"I’m very happy with it."
Suddenly, he stopped moving. His eyes went down to his hands, which were clutching an old scarf of his, then back up to Eleanor. There was a wild, frightened look on his face, and the entirety of his huge, worm-like body was tensed.
He was breathing faster now. It didn’t show, as his lungs were too small to push his ribs outwards, but it could be heard.
"Did you come here with someone?"
"Well that’s good, you wouldn’t want to stay in a place that wasn’t comfortable." She stated, walking in a little further as she took all of it in.
Eleanor craned her neck curiously to see what he had been doing, looking at the small pile that was next to the trunk before looking back to him. Her eyes wandered to the scarf in his hands, then back up to him with a curious look. Had she said something wrong? Was he already frightened of her? Once Gilbert had said her name, it snapped her out of the heap of questions, “Yes?”
She could hear the obvious increase in his breathing, though after his question was asked, it was her turn to tense up. Should she mention that Tenenbaum came with her? He wouldn’t be angry with Eleanor for bringing her along would he? The woman was her caretaker after all, and wouldn’t leave her side upon her decision to come visit her old friend. “Well…” She started, trying to think of an alternative, though she knew there wasn’t one. Eleanor couldn’t lie to him, she just couldn’t.
"Yes…I did." She said, hesitantly, "Miss Tenenbaum brought me here."
She nodded “I suppose so, people throwing around fireballs and teleporting at will does seem to be something like in Wonderland.” She said watching the girl fondly. ”So…um…what were you doing before we started talking? Would you like to get some tea?” she was a fairly decent cook. She had started becoming the chef of the house it seemed.
Eleanor let out a laugh, nodding in agreement, “Oh yes, it’s probably much more like Wonderland than we think.” The brunette blinked for a moment upon hearing the other’s question. “What was I doing? I believe I came here to find a bit of peace and quiet. Though honestly, this was a nice alternative. The girls can get to be a bit too much to handle sometimes.” She said, ducking her head before sending another smile at her, “Well, I’m certainly never one to turn down tea. I would love to.”