So to begin this off I should probably say that this will be a collection of darker drabble stories that I write.
I do not own the characters. QuinRose does.
A short little Gowland drabble that I did a long time ago and decided to post.
He stood and watched on as the young outsider smiled happily with her friend, Boris, the Cheshire cat. He watched as the young cat eared boy took her hand and pulled her along behind him. The park was large and Boris knew it well. Only one other knew it even better than the cat. He clenched his fists.
The girl, as she only seemed to be to the man, was, indeed, but a girl. Compared to the scruff of an old man that he was, she was only a budding flower. So young and—there he goes again, comparing. There was always a chance, or so he asked himself to believe. He wasn't that old. He loved the girl. And… she was still but a girl. Closer to the age of the young stray that the man that took him in.
"Damn cat…" he muttered under his breath. His hand ran through his hair as he looked away from the couple. Rumors around the park always spread like wildfire. The word on the street was that Boris had claims to her. But then again, other times it was said that the Hatter had claims on the young maiden. The Hatter would die for how he treated her, or so he had vowed. The man called her horrible names as if she were a… a prostitute. She retaliates by saying she has not chosen, but the park owner is sure there is a man in her sights.
What a lucky man he would be to have the outsider love him. That is all any man wants in the world now. The outsider.
The park was made to escape the real world of Wonderland, the death and destruction that it brings. The park was made for fun. To make life a little more worthwhile than just serving those who have faces. It was his retreat. This world that he created to be perfect for himself and those around him was flawed. There was something missing in his perfect world. He realized this the moment his eyes first caught a glimpse of the young, outsider girl. HIS perfect world was missing love. Although everybody around him was having fun, he was crumbling inside.
"Is something wrong, boss?" one of his faceless employees asked.
"It's fine, fine." He muttered, shoeing the woman away with a wave of his hand. All was not fine, however. The man's inner thoughts were in turmoil. He loved the girl just like any other man in this world. Why did she have to choose those irritating men? His chest tightened as he saw the girl smile. Such a wonderful smile. And yet such a smile was directed not at him, but at the cat instead. That irritating stray…