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There were a few things wrong with this picture. One – She was living with the Mad Hatter. Two – She was cleaning his house for him. Three – All the tea pots were now color coordinated and arranged by sizes. Four – Everything was dust free, including dust kitty free… And of course five – SHE WAS LIVING WITH THE MAD HATTER?! What the hell was she thinking? He was MAD, Insane!
And yet… He was handsome, and polite..and INSANE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?
Alice was finished, for today, re-labeling the tea to the proper names would come tomorrow. For now she was resting in the living room, her shoes off and by the door, her hair completely down and ribbon stowed away in her apron. A book was in her lap and she was reading. She’d never seen this book before. It was kind of amusing finding a book LIKE this on Hatter’s shelves. It was a ROMANCE Novel. And one from one of her favorite writers, but she’d never seen it before.. Maybe Wonderland got different books?
No matter. She had a glass of wine beside her, wine! She was an adult. But why did they call it wine when it never whined about being drank? Silly names.
Tags:
mad hatter, alice
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The Hatter had, by mere chance, fallen upon the postmaster on his journey home. People just seemed to have a way of appearing in front of him when he wasn't watching the road. Which was a silly thing to be doing, watching the road. The road was the road - it was his way that Hatter was more concerned over. After losing it once already, he was determined not to do so again.
Hatter was nearly as surprised to fall upon the postmaster as the postmaster was to have Hatter fall upon him. The horse was most confused of all, not understanding how the thin, lanky man had fallen quite so high as to knock the man off of his back. This was of little consequence to Hatter - particularly once the postmaster had passed over a few envelopes. The name written upon them was one the Hatter hadn't heard, spoken, nor read in a very long time. With a shriek, he dropped the notes upon the ground and ran away.
Away, away, though carefully keeping his eyes resolutely upon his way, he tore into his modest house and threw himself under the sofa, with no regard to who was in the room. In truth, he hardly remembered that Alice was staying with him.
But under the safety of the sofa, Hatter found cause to shriek again. "WHERE ARE THE DUST KITTIES???" he screamed, with great horror, and expelled himself from the frighteningly clean space, backing against the far wall.
Oh no! "THE MOUSE! THE BROOMS!"
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The Mad Hatter, also known as Reginald l. Theophilus III, paused. "Yessssss," he said, slowly. "Utterly beautiful. Heart-stoppingly. I can't look away, but if I look too long I think I'll go blind."
She wasn't struggling anymore. Carefully, he eased off the grip on her wrists. "Like the first light of spring, still clinging to winter's edge."
He wanted to let go, but at the same time, he didn't. So Reggie gnawed at his lip, nervous. "Are you going to hit me again?"
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