Alice breathes out through her nose, and then looks over at Crowley.
"I do know," she slowly repeats. She knows that he can feel her emotions, just like how she sometimes gets a sudden burst of emotions from him. And it means that she knows exactly what the demon must be feeling right now.
He's kind enough to give her the option to explain or not, but it's exactly because of that kindness being extended to her here that Alice feels she should push on a little. Talk about it, even though she's uncomfortable. The latter fact shows in the way she fidgets a little while sitting there. Her only solace is that she trusts Crowley, and that for some reason it always feels even easier to talk to him when he isn't taking on a human-like appearance.
"My body just.." She pauses, but then forces herself to continue. "It is.. disfigured."
The burns. The scars. All the marks left behind from the worst years of her life.
"It does not feel comfortable unless I hide it under this." She puts her hand on her chest, most likely implying her Wonderland dress that she's wearing at the moment. Even if she would use a more Victorian-appropriate bathing suit that would actually cover her, it would feel in her head like it would cover so much less.
There's a reason she even sleeps wearing the train hoodies rather than putting on something a little less wide or big, after all.
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"I do know," she slowly repeats. She knows that he can feel her emotions, just like how she sometimes gets a sudden burst of emotions from him. And it means that she knows exactly what the demon must be feeling right now.
He's kind enough to give her the option to explain or not, but it's exactly because of that kindness being extended to her here that Alice feels she should push on a little. Talk about it, even though she's uncomfortable. The latter fact shows in the way she fidgets a little while sitting there. Her only solace is that she trusts Crowley, and that for some reason it always feels even easier to talk to him when he isn't taking on a human-like appearance.
"My body just.." She pauses, but then forces herself to continue. "It is.. disfigured."
The burns. The scars. All the marks left behind from the worst years of her life.
"It does not feel comfortable unless I hide it under this." She puts her hand on her chest, most likely implying her Wonderland dress that she's wearing at the moment. Even if she would use a more Victorian-appropriate bathing suit that would actually cover her, it would feel in her head like it would cover so much less.
There's a reason she even sleeps wearing the train hoodies rather than putting on something a little less wide or big, after all.