Welcome to the new chapter and such. If I could actually convince myself to update regularly, it would amaze even myself. But that's what happens when you balance school and laziness I suppose.

~Orange~

-Dislike/Aggression-

His eyes hadn't flashed this color in a long while. Very good reason too. Peace had reigned for quite some time. But now someone wanted to disturbed that peace. A ghost from the past haunted the minds of the creatures and beings of Underland, from the mice to the Queen. Was it true or was it false? None could have answered either way, but that didn't stop the pre-anger brewing in the mind of one who didn't fancy the thought of the return of an evil phantom.

'Orange bursts bright the roars of licking flames. Burns the Orange of fire and flames. How can ye be here and now when ya should be dead and gone?! How dare ya do-'

His internal monologue that burned bright as his orange eyes was cut short with the soft words of his wife whose calming presence there cleared his mind as easily as ever. Those eyes of his of aggression flickered to her soothing and strong blue that did not back down when faced with those angered eyes of his. They were not afraid nor was she.

"Tarrant," was a single word, a soft one that melted those smelting pits of bright orange magma into a cooled surface of rock. The only thing lingering as he murmured back an 'I'm fine' –which even she knew wasn't completely true– was a dislike of the recent news. But dislike wasn't aggression, and it was much more tamed.

But no one in the White Queen's meeting room had liked it or enjoyed having their thoughts and doubts come partly true in the end. The news brought about a change that they might not be ready for. Why fight a new war when the old one seemed so long dead in the past?

"What can we do?" his beautiful Alice asked, still the Champion of Underland, a champion of his heart. She still had what was best for Underland in her heart, after having to find out how much it meant to her. Miranda was silent at the head of the table. Too silent. In the silence, the orange bled back into his eyes, wanting freedom to strike at those that dared to cause pain again.

"If you banished them before, can't you do so again?" Natzaniel spoke up, so much older now as a young man. But he was also young and inexperienced as well. Learning the history was only one thing, having been through it was another. Hatter was still proud of him and was calming down. For now.

"Yes, let's ban them back to the slimy marsh of grotesque, disgusting filth they rotted in." His words grabbed the attention of the others in the meeting room. Alice looked a bit worried, possibly over him and his now bright orange eyes. His own son was caught off-guard by this aggression, having never really witnessed it before. The White Queen was taken back but held back on showing much of it; however his friends were less inclined in doing so. But Tarrant seemed too far mad to really hold back much of that anger inside of him now.

"Even as much as that would be a…solution to the problem, we do lock much about my sister's supposed 'spottings.'" The doubt in the White Queen's voice did little to calm Hatter's family now, making those eyes still bleed orange. The hand on his arm did not make him jump, but it was a contrast as his dear wife tried to pull him back. He muttered a soft 'sorry' though his thoughts trailed off more into a different tangent of their own.

Vengeance against the One of the Red. She and that wretched fiend had dared to hurt you, my sweet Alice. Would they harm us now? Or family and happiness? I know they shall, they wouldn't do much otherwise I believe. Nevermore shall they, nevermore…

Can't say that I'll get back on an actual schedule soon, but I'm trying to push myself into that direction. Hopefully I will, but sometimes hoping isn't enough for me.

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