[ it isn't until peter is safely on his own two feet that elena steps away from the fountain and closer to the projection. her eyes searchingly take in every detail about it. the bare bones of a room. the color of alice's dress. the cat that stays behind as alice approaches the door, and the number etched on its surface. ]
865.
[ elena shakes her head in dumbfounded agreement. not for the first time since arriving in wonderland, elena is at a loss. not for the first time, it's thrown her a curveball she hasn't immediately known how to catch. is there any way to know for sure if these stars are real? and if they are, why now? isn't the timing a little convenient?
she releases a stunned breath, and turns to peter. she watches him take in the stare with the same attentiveness she did. already, she knows he won't let this go, either. ] Do you think it's possible? That there was another mansion before this one?
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865.
[ elena shakes her head in dumbfounded agreement. not for the first time since arriving in wonderland, elena is at a loss. not for the first time, it's thrown her a curveball she hasn't immediately known how to catch. is there any way to know for sure if these stars are real? and if they are, why now? isn't the timing a little convenient?
she releases a stunned breath, and turns to peter. she watches him take in the stare with the same attentiveness she did. already, she knows he won't let this go, either. ] Do you think it's possible? That there was another mansion before this one?