epersonae:

tinwomanrunaway:

Tonight’s aesthetic before I fall asleep: Fixing that weird Lucretia Wonderland thing where she gives THB exactly ZERO useful info before they head into a nightmarish hellscape. I’m willing to bend characters around narrative necessity to a degree, but that feels so weird and off to me – there’s no way Keesha wouldn’t’ve given them AMPLE INFO, right?

So let’s try this on for size:

Lucretia’s not the only one who’s escaped Wonderland. There aren’t very many, but eventually it’s inevitable that a few fish slip the net. Part of the price, then, is your silence. After escaping Wonderland, you can’t speak about it. Can’t tell anyone what happens in the fairy light tent. You just swallow hard and open your mouth and nothing comes out. Your fingers stall out on the page, the pen drops from your fingers. 

And so it is that Lucretia, who kept her secrets so well that even her family didn’t know what she was capable of, didn’t know how much pain she was in, is cursed with her own inability to communicate writ large. 

She wants to tell them (she wanted to tell all of them, wanted help, wanted them to stop her before she dropped the journals into Fischer’s tank), but she can’t. For once, she actually can’t. 

And the silence, and her shame, lodges in her throat like a stone

Oh. THIS is an interesting concept. (and Lydia and Edward fucking with Lucretia’s head is something I’ve thought about a lot)