Alright, so I guess I'll be one of the first Hatter/OC people out there. Not that I mind, it's good to exercise the mind. Now, don't get me wrong I absolutely adored Alice/Hatter. They were so cute together but I also love inventing my own OC. There won't be any Alice bashing, though, she was an incredibly solid, well rounded character, I'm just going to have things not work out between her and Hatter. Anyway, feedback is greatly appreciated and so PMs and Reviews would be awesome. And no I do not own any of the Syfy characters as fun and interesting as they may be.
He'd looked up at her with dusky brown eyes, that for a second, held her. That look had startled her out of her question for a moment. After a few seconds she regained her senses and coughed. He raised a brow, though his expression, listless sorrow, remained the same.
"You look out of place, here."
"I em out of place."
"Oh. I mean, it's just...the tux..."
He scoffed bitterly, his fingers reaching to tug on the lapels of said tuxedo.
"This old thing? Just, me, ah, weddin' tux."
"You married?"
"Nope and therein lies the problem, ain't fuckin' married."
They remained like that, he sitting on the edge of the fountain and she standing looking down at him. It seemed that he only wanted companionable silence and so she gave it to him. There really wasn't much to say, in a situation such as his.
"I think I'm gonna change out of this thing, get me a drink, 'ead back to Wondaland."
"Wonderland?"
"Yeh, nothin' you prolly 'eard of."
"Trust me, that's not the best thing to do."
"Innit, though?"
She took the top hat from his head and held it in her hands. She turned it, observing the curious design. In all honesty it wasn't large enough to be a tophat and not small enough to be any other kind.
"Drinking's fine, but it'll still be there...the pain. If you have nothing else planned...come with me?"
"Where?"
"I DJ down at a club nearby, nothin' fancy. We could just...listen t' music, that sort of thing."
"D...J? Wot's that?"
"Huh, well then there you go. It's fate. Let's say we chuck this thing and let me show you a damn good DJ."
"So...it's a person?"
"You consider me a person?"
"Yeh, you're one'ah them alright."
"Then she's a person."
She held out her hand to him and he took it. When they stood, she looked down at the hat in her hand.
"It's not a tophat."
"No, s'not. Chuck it, my other one's a' home."
"Anything like this?"
"Yeah, but a helluva lot more cheerful."
She threw it as he asked and watched as it landed on the surface of the water. She watched it float and dip on top of the water, before it finally got sunk by the fountain spray. Then she turned back to the dusky brown eyes that weren't so listless anymore.
"Come on."
"Wot's ye name?"
"Name's Brie, but nobody calls me that."
"Oh no."
"No, it's Samson. And you."
"It's David, but, uh...call me Hatteh."
" 'Kay."
And so they went.