This is a short drabble about my AiW OC and Tarrant that was thought up when i was doing a menial task- and i quite liked it, so here you go!
He missed her. She had been his distraction from the madness, their often in sync minds being able to sense when the other was at discomfort. She wasn't here though. She was there. At the Red Queen's castle. He shook his head, disregarding the horrible images that arose in his mind, wondering if she was okay, if she was being treated properly. He convinced himself that she was, even though in the deepest reaches of his mind he knew- no one was treated well there.
He missed her. It was simple things, like how she always seemed to use too much dish soap, and the basin would be filled with more bubbles than water to clean in. He missed her funny giggle she did when she was excited. He missed the way her emotions were clear as day when she was painting. How, even when she was at her lowest, she always had a smile spare, to cheer him up, a joke or a conversation to keep his spirits up. How no matter where his mind took him, or what his madness told him, she could dismiss it within a second. He missed her helpful critiques of his creations, how her eyes had sparkled when he presented her with a specially made hat. She knew his heart belonged to Alice, and was accepting. Yet she never treated him differently. She once told him she loved him in a different way, as a friend would but a little bit more. He never really understood what it meant, but he knew that he felt the same.
As a cleaner, she would be horrifically treated by the Bloody Big Head, as all of the wretched women's servants were. His stomach fell heavy as his eyes turned grey, signalling to the rest of his tea party members that he'd once again delved too deep into his own mind. "Hatter" Mally gently patted his hand with her tiny one, ears twitching. He looked down, the jumble of noise in his head quieting as he focused on her. "I'm fine"