There is actually a picture that goes with this but I haven't scanned it yet. (it's my version of the Hatter and the March Hare ((WHO IS A BOY IN MINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. :\)) wearing Sweeney Todd and Mrs . Lovett's clothes, with Hatter sitting in the chair.)
Hatter sat in the barber chair, staring down at the knife in his hand, an odd look on his face.
A slight shuffling echoed from across the room as a figure walked across the floor, falling to it's knees between Hatter's legs.
"C'mon, love, cheer up..."
The brown haired man placed his hand on the other's pinstriped pants, trying to get him to acknowledge him. Sitting up slightly, he made to press his lips to the Hatter's, but was stopped by the cold metal of the flat of the knife blade against them. "Marchy...You do know what we're all destined for in the end...right?"
The knife slid down to his throat, not cutting, but still frightening.
"Hatter..."
It pressed, just lightly, not drawing blood yet, but digging slightly into his skin.
The white-grey haired man leaned forward, almost...ALMOST...brushing his lips against the March Hare's.
"We all...deserve...to die..."
And with that, he granted the other a kiss, lowering his blade.
(A/N: The lowering the blade thing is just him putting it down, he doesn't cut Marchy)