Alice.
I was really starting to like that purple coat, I decided while standing on that hill. It was warm, and smelled vaguely of Hatter (tea leaves, cinnamon and citrus, firewood, and something like old records) which calmed me for a reason I didn't really want to name. I still wasn't entirely sure if I could trust him, after all, he had lied to me and nearly sold my ticket out of here. (He didn't know it was the Stone of Wonderland, yunno. Not entirely his fault.) He'd also lied to me about the body armour (Were you really that upset that he did? What if he'd really been hurt?)
I shook my head a little, wishing my thoughts would stay on my side of the arguement. It seemed like more and more they were against me lately. Well, since I'd wound up in Wonderland. Maybe the madness was rubbing off on me.
I turned, hearing someone coming up the hill. Hatter, a small smile danced over my lips for a moment, and I turned my head to hide it from him. He informed me that the Resistance was willing to help, and that an agent would be there shortly.
"You still don't trust me." It wasn't a question, it was a fact. I didn't trust him, I really didn't trust anyone here. It was nothing personal... I mean, all in all, I guess Hatter wasn't so bad.
I guess that's why I nearly kissed him.
Duchess.
You know, Jack isn't the only one capable of leading a double life.
He's only ever known me to be a Pawn of his mother's, a device by which she kept tabs on him. I do not know if it ever once occured to him that I really, truly cared for him. I've known him as long as I can remember (and I have a rather fantasic memory), and I've loved him nearly as long as that. What was not to love? He's dashing, charming, a Prince (though that hardly factored into my reasons for loving him), he's ridiculously funny when he has the opportunity to be and a million other reasons I don't care to name. I would've done anything to be near him, and if that meant spying on him for the Queen, so be it.
But there is so much more to me than that! I could only hope I'd be able to make him see that by breaking him out, thus defying his mother and revealing my true self to him.
It's rather amazing what withdrawls of Emotion Tea will do for your conscience. I probably wouldn't have done it otherwise.