Whispers of Heads~
The bloodhound put his paws on the table where Alice was settled. He began sniffing the teapot vigorously. The other two where still singing out of time and out of range. The hatter glanced at the knave, who had his back turned for the moment, Riddle grabbed the pot and settled it in her lap. Startling the hound, the hatter leaned down "Downal wyth bluddy behg hid" he whispered. The bloodhound stopped dead. His large, sad eyes met Riddles own dreamless pools, she gave a significant nod towards the pot on her lap.
The dog dropped from the table and kept sniffing, pretending to find a new trail and he was off into the woods once more.
"Would you like some cream? Would you like a slice of battenberg?" The march hare said.
"Follow the bloodhound," snapped the knave, he lingered suspiciously as the two red knights galloped after the hunting dog.
Evy shuffled in her seat as the knave eyes met hers, he looked upon her with Desire, something that made her stomach knot.
"Sugar? One lump or two?" The doormouse offered.
"Would I ever mally, two please" Evy giggled, catching the cubes in her hands thus breaking the eye contact with Stayne. She had no clue that the hatter was keeping his fiery temper at bay on his own will. If He could, he would thread sewing needles in his other eye, due to his past actions.
"You're all mad," the knave growled at the caterwauling partygoers.
"Pass the scones please?" The doormouse replied. Stayne shook his head in one final bout of disgust and left.
Tarrant went to lift the lid off of Alice's teapot which now sat on the table, when riddle grabbed his wrist.
"You shan't look upon a lady when her clothes barely fit her" she scolded. His giant orange brows knitted together in confusion.
"Pardon me" she said softly dragging a swatch of her dress out and passing it to the hatter who now understood the situation.
"One moment" he smiled, producing a pair of milliner's scissors from his pocket and quickly whipped up a miniature assemble for Alice.
The hatter handed it down to Alice and Riddle closed the lid once more to give her some privacy.
A few moments later, a tiny knock was heard upon the lid. Riddle scooped the small girl out and plopped her on the table gently. Wearing the remade outfit.
"Ooh. I like it!" The hatter cooed, Evy smiled as Alice turned to her for a suggestion, she simply nodded in approval. She never not liked the hatters designs and she was not going to start now.
"Good thing the bloodhound is one of us or you'd be..."mally said,She drew her finger across throat with an ominous noise.
"Mally" Evy scolded lightly, "no need for that" the mouse just shrugged at her disdainful attitude.
"Best take her to the white queen" the hare suggested wringing his dusty paws, "she'll be safe there-" his paw fell upon a spoon in which he held infront of his face in wonder, "spoon..."
The hatter swept his hat off and put it on the table beside the young blonde.
"Your carriage, m'lady"
She raised her brows at it,"the hat?"
"Best way to travel" Evy nodded, looking at Tarrant with no hat. His hair flattened ontop sticking out at all angles below. She couldn't help the soft smile that crept upon her features. The smile on his face hadn't truly left since the young blonde arrived, although this created conflicting emotions throughout her being.
"Of course. Anyone can go by horse or rail" he said blithely, "but the best way to travel is by hat. Have I made a rhyme?" His thick orange eyebrows knitted together in thought.
Alice climbed upon the mishaped hat, trying not to show how nervous it made her.
The doormouse trotted over too, shoving Alice aside. "Ooh! I love travelling by hat." She said. But the hatter was shaking his head. "Sorry mally," he said, "just Alice please."
The mouse huffed and climbed off, she glared jealously at Alice as the hatter swung the hat and Alice onto his head.
Evy stood with them, licking her chapped lips in anticipation of a new adventure, however the hatter have her a worried scowl. She rolled her odd coloured eyes, "Now tarrant," she said, "wherever you go, I go" he opened his mouth to argue but she placed a finger on his lips, "ah, ah I won't take no as an answer. Or anything else for that matter" she huffed pulling away and walked away from her chair, the hatter followed quickly.
"Fairfarren, all" Evy sang as they started off into the woods.
"Watcha mean?" Wailed the march hare behind them.
They all ducked as a teapot hurtled past them. This elicited a bout of laughter from both Evy and the table behind them.
Stayne do you know our young Evy...? Must you look upon her with such lust, or is it a past desire...? Tarrant you fool, ladies first.
Thankyou for everything guys, I didnt expect to do much to this story but here we are, Sorry its a weak chapter.
Next up, Past delusions.
