When She Stepped Into His World
He is a shy man; always hidden in the golden clocks that a bloody knight brings to him in worn, crimson-splattered potato sacks and silver tools to fix them. He is a quiet man; surrounded by the soft ticking of clocks and boiling coffee. He is Julius Monrey; an unsociable man with long navy locks and glasses pushed below the brim of his nose as his nimble fingers slip across utensils to restore the broken and return life to Wonderland. This is how it always was.
That is, until she came.
A tall, skinny brunette with large turquoise eyes that seemed to stare straight through him and find a way to his own clock. Long black eyelashes bat ivory cheeks gently, and her smile seems to brighten even the most tiresome nights. She came here against her will; perhaps she was never meant to come at all. Yet, here she stood, wandering her way around the strange paths of Wonderland. She is Alice Liddell; a young maiden taken from her world and forced into this strange land.
Why did she choose his home to reside in, despite the other homes that welcomed her with open arms? Why was it she watched him fix clocks at night, and prepared him coffee without saying a word? Why did she call him a God, when he so obviously felt many rows beneath the title? Why did she cry when he said she could leave his home? Why did she care?
Why did he?
Why did he worry when she left for another territory? Why was he concerned when she looked sad or ill? Why did he watch over her at night, assuring she was safe and resting? Why did he hold her when she cried? Why did he blush whenever she complimented him? Why did he feel his clock tick a little faster when she entered the room? Why was he quiet about it?
As she sat at his desk now, her head resting in her arms on the wooden tabletop; a curtain of light brown curling around her thin body as she slept at his side, the clockmaker paused his work. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying the sleeping girl upstairs to her bedroom and laid her carefully under the blankets, tucking her in so she wouldn't get cold.
Why did he press his lips against her forehead before he whispered a soft goodnight in her ear? Why did he brush her hair from her face, stroking her cheek before quietly exiting the room? Why did he do all of these things?
That was easy.
He loved her.
Just a small Julius x Alice drabble. *w* They're a cute couple, really. I prefer Nightmare/Alice, Peter/Alice, and Jokers/Alice of course, but Julius/Alice comes fourth. XD It's just the spark of true love. *w*
Ah well, back to The Game of Mistletoe. *Skips off to finish the next chapter and stop procrastinating*