The Letter "M"
A/N: This is my first foray into the world of Alice, so please forgive any ill steps I take. Just give me a gentle nudge in the right direction ;) I simply ADORE Hatter, and every time I watch the movie , I feel simply awful for him when he watches Alice leave. I'm a big Hatter/Alice supporter, and I can't believe Tim cut that out of the movie. Guess I'll have to do something about that ;) Reviews make me write.
As usual, all I own is my cat and my socks.
One: "Morning"
Tarrant had never been one for waiting. Or, at least he thought he'd never been one for waiting. Had he ever waited? He couldn't remember… where had it all began? Had there ever been an occasion to wait?
He… when… tick… tick… silence.
So long between the ticks.
"…and all because I was obliged to kill time waiting for your return…"
He stared down into his teacup, watching the swirls of steam rise up and glide over his skin. He liked tea. He liked the jovial colors of the cups, the clink of the china and the tinkle of it breaking whenever Hare winged one his way. Tarrant liked the thought of tea, but it had been some time since he'd actually drank any.
Alice liked tea.
He'd waited for Alice.
He would wait for Alice.
With a sigh, he looked toward the horizon. The ticks of his watch told him that this time he had made it a full fifteen seconds without thinking of Alice, and that was all he thought he'd get out of today. The sun was gold like her hair, and that was enough to keep him thinking of her all day.
"I have things to do."
She had said that. He had suggested she stay and she had declined. Wasn't that enough? Shouldn't that have shut the door? She had said she would return, but he wondered if he could wait so long again. Not that it had seemed long, for Time had stopped, but this time he could hear his watch ticking away. Time would not wait for Alice.
But he would.