Anyway, here is the latest chapter of Through the looking glass, the beta didn't check this one, t'was all me. Also, sorry for waiting last minute to post this. Between college class enrollment, and getting my ducks in a row for graduation...it was stressful. We also had a choir contest on top of that. Yaaayyyy work.
Tarrant had been running around collecting ingredients for this potion of hers, and he really hoped it worked, but it was getting bizarre. Even for Underland. After getting the dead man's bones and soil from Hightopp land, he had to give a lock of his hair. Then he had to give a scrap of his clothing, and the only item of Alice's he had, which was a light blue handkerchief. After that he had to get a vile of Mally's tears. And a spoonful of pure love, graciously given by a newlywed couple in the castle.
"Your majesty, I don't mean to question, but how many more ingredients do I need to fetch before the potion is complete?" His eyes had stayed a pale blue for the past week now, it had the hearts of the castle people aching for him. They felt his sorrow in every ounce of his presence.
"Just... just one more." Mirana murmured.
The hater's eyes flecked a brilliant green as his face filled with hope. "What is it? Come on, out with it. I simply must find Alice soon."
"The last ingredient is Iracibeth's blessing." She watched in dismay as his eyes went from green, to blue, to red, and then to a new color. An unsettling black.
Tarrant's knees gave out, and he sunk to the floor miserably. "I'll never have Alice back then. The bloody big-head would never give her blessing to me, or save Alice. Alice overthrew her, took everything that woman felt belonged to her...I'm alone again. Forever. And it's all my fault."
He slammed his fist into the concrete floor and began to sob violently. "If only I had stayed in Upperland with her. Or made her stay there. Or waited until we got back from China and gone down the rabbit hole."
Mirana looked on knowing that there was nothing she could do to make her friend come out of his despair. Except... "I have an idea. It's a long-shot, but it might work."
Tarrant looked up, his eyes still black as night. " 'yer lyin. Yer lyin tew make me feel bet'tah. Ah tho' yew w're mah frien'. Frien's don' make frien's go threw mor' payne."
"Tarrant, stop." She pleaded. "A long time ago, when I was a child, Time came to the castle. My parents met with him, and he told them to get me. He sat me down and told me that he was going to give me a gift. One that I shouldn't use until the time was right. And that the reason for it would be obvious." She grasped a ring that was on her finger and pulled it off, in it was inlaid a small green gem of some kind. "I believed that I was meant to use it to stop Iracibeth from taking the crown, but now I know it was meant for you."
"Wha' is it then. If 'yer nought lyin, then wha does tha' dew?" He stood up bitterly and took it from her hands, he took the ring and twirled it over and over again, trying to figure out what was so special.
"It takes you to the past. It's good for two trips Tarrant. One to the past, and once back to the present. It's meant for you to go back and change something. Change the course of events."
Tarrant's jaw fell open in wonder. "I can go back in time and stop myself from bringing her through the looking glass?"
Mirana nodded "If that is what you wish to do. Just put it on your finger, twist the gem, and think of the exact time you want to go to."
The hatter quickly did as he was told, and before he knew it, Mirana was watching as he vanished in thin air. "Farefallan Tarrant."
Time watched as Tarrant slipped through his domain. He saw the destination he was going, and promptly changed it. "Silly hatter, your heart is pure... But that is not where you need to be." He glanced at the hatter's time piece, he noticed that the black had lightened with every good-hearted action he did to save Alice. His mind was healing itself finally.
Time sighed and hoped that Tarrant would complete his task fast. Alice was beginning to lose touch with what was real and not real. She even tried to wear a codfish at one point!
Tarrant opened his eyes, wanting to hurry up and find himself and fix all this mess. But what he saw wasn't Upperland at all. It was Underland.
How dare she?! He had trusted Mirana, and all that happened was him teleporting from the castle, to the woods. He was so furious he couldn't stand it. He looked around for his bearings and noticed a group of people heading towards the general direction of Hightopp land. Curious, he followed them.
The group took notice and went to draw swords, when they saw who it was, and let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Oh, it's just you Hatter. We thought it was one of the bloody big head's goons." the first said.
The second quickly chimed in with, "I thought you were supposed to be with the Queen? What are you doing here?"
The third took notice of his appearance, "Hatter, what did you do to your hair? It was much longer before."
Tarrant's eyes blazed red and he snapped "The White Queen betrayed me. I was broken, wanting to find Alice, and she lied to me."
The group looked surprised, they tried to calm him down, assuming he just hit his head and needed to be taken to the Queen. "C'mon, walk with us."
"Where are yew even goin'? Thas' Hightopp land."
"Why, to the party of course." The second man chimed in.
Tarrant followed reluctantly, not sure these wandering people were in their right minds.
After awhile of walking, Tarrant looked in surprise to see that the grass was growing. It wasn't even burnt anymore. But, he was just here yesterday! He looked around to find the trees weren't broken or singed, and there was music floating from the distance.
His eyes widened, and his thoughts drifted back to a time when his clan would celebrate festivals for days on end. Dancing and singing, drinking and sewing for days without rest. Until the Jabberwocky came...
He ran forward, seeking the sound of the music, wanting to see who dared to play his family's melodies without his permission. But what he saw, nothing could of prepared him for.
Alice was so embarrassed. She was no longer in just her memories, it seemed she was doomed to follow the hatter everywhere he went. And she meant everywhere. She was currently in the floor of Tarrant's bathroom, She tried to work the doorknob but, it wouldn't budge. She sighed and gave up, when she turned around she saw that Tarrant had taken his Coat, bow-tie, and vest off. And he was currently working on undoing the buttons of his top.
She glanced shyly away, attempting to give him some form of privacy. But, he began to hum a song that caught her attention. She looked back over, forgetting his state of undress, and was met with the sight of his milky chest. It was flawless, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. She soon began to watch his every movement, completely ignoring the voice of reason within her head. She watched as he turned to run water in the tub, adding a spiced fragrance to the water. He then undid his trousers and pulled them off. His boots discarded long ago. He pulled the thimbles and rings off his hand and sat them on the sink, all the while still humming a beautiful melody to himself. He then went to take off his last remaining item of clothing, his britches. Her face flushed a bright red, and she felt a heat building inside of her.
She watched in utter fascination as he became completely naked, and did something unexpected. He grabbed his nether regions and began rubbing it with a sigh. She gasped at the action, finding it slightly naughty, but then remembeed that he couldn't see her. She felt bad for invading his privacy, for watching him undress, and for seeing this private side of him. But, no matter how sorry she felt, something in her compelled her to keep watching.
Tarrant sat on the edge of his tub and turned the water off. He leaned over and pulled a silver vile from the ledge, and then dumped it's contents onto his hand. He then used that hand to rub up and down his hardening length, a slight flush growing on his cheeks. His eyes flew closed as he bucked into his own hand. He quickly wrapped his hand around his large erection, and started lavishing his attention onto it, moaning and gasping from the pleasure.
Alice felt so hot she couldn't stand it, what was this feeling? She also felt a wetness between her legs as she shifted uncomfortably. She lifted up her skirts and pulled her bloomers down to her knees, trying to examine what was herself. She pressed two fingers to her mound to investigate the dampness, her fingers traveled down and brushed against her clit, making her gasp. She had never felt that before either, she continued southwards and found the wetness. She rubbed at it lightly and moaned. She then decided she'd try to rub her now moistened fingers against that nub from before. Soon, she was gasping and groaning in pleasure as well. She continued to watch Tarrant, noticing the sweat building up on his enticing skin.
He took his thumb and ran it over the head of his drooling cock, using it to slicken his movements even further. Tarrant knew he wasn't going to last too much longer. He used his other hand to reach down and roll his tea-bags, he bit his peach-colored lip and his eyes changed to a gorgeous violet shade. One that Alice would remember for the rest of her life.
She saw his movements getting jerky, and felt her own need reaching a peak. She took her other hand, and pushed a finger into her hole, massaging all around until she found a place that made her cry out and see stars.
"T-Tarrant" She moaned.
To her surprise, he bit his lip so hard he drew blood, then he shouted "Ahlice!" Before spilling his milk all over his chest. The sight took Alice by surprise, and threw her over the edge. She came hard onto her fingers, wondering why she had never figured out that her body could do that.
Tarrant grabbed a cloth and wiped his chest off before crawling into the tub and relaxing.
Alice blushed further and fixed her clothes. "Oh Tarrant, I hope you can forgive me for being blind."
The scene changed again, and this time she was in the palace with Tarrant and Mirana, they were talking heatedly about something, but she was too far away to hear them. She promptly walked closer to listen.
"But you don't understand m'lady, it's not what you think." He pleaded.
"She's only a little girl hatter, can't you wait until she's older?"
"No. I know she's the one. She makes my eyes go pink,...and purple." He blushed faintly, knowing the last one sounded bad, even to him.
"Tarrant Hightopp!" She chided, "Don't you dare entertain such thoughts of our future champion. She is too young. She doesn't need somebody to think of her that way... not yet. You will wait until she returns to Underland. And that, is final."
Tarrant blushed and bowed his head reluctantly. "Al'righ. Ah'll wait. Buh' if she feels the same then, ah'll never leave her side. Ah'll even go to Upperland if tha's what it takes. Ah...Ah love her Mirana. She has so much muchness."
Alice felt happy. Happier than she'd ever been. Tarrant loved her? Even way back then? She knew she had to figure out how to get back to him now. She had to find the real him, and tell him how she felt about all of this. Because, without realizing it, she had fallen for the mad hatter a long time ago.
Anyway, lemme know what you think. I futterwacken for comments xD It really brightens my day and motivates me to write more.
Bet you can't guess what'll happen next ;P If someone can at least partially guess it correctly, I'll put a link up for an Alice in Wonderland painting i've been working on for my Art finals.
Catch you next week :3