Well, looks like this will be once a week thing now. Or at least I'm trying to get it that way with how things are going. I do wish to be other this, but it pulling along at a slow pace.

~Brown~

-Order-

Order was key.

Order was good to keep. Order kept things running now. With fighting that had broken out, order was how things were staying right and not slipping into complete madness. But even he knew that order was fragile, just as everything else. It hinged so much on the order that they had. Order that they were trying to keep as chaos nagged at the edges of their order.

"Is it getting worse or am I going mad?"

That voice drew him from his mind as always, but this time was because of how sad and downtrodden it sounded. He glance over to his lovely wife Alice, sitting in a chair and looking so very tired. Her young form seemed so old now. Hatter knew, Hatter knew that she was tired keep and helping what fragile order in Underland to keep it safe. She and the White Queen had been so busy, and it seemed they were running themselves mad with keep order.

He felt his eyes switched in color, but his care for his wife came first. He moved over to her, kneeling before his Alice, who's tired blue eyes met his eyes. Hatter rested his hands softly on her kneecaps, silent for her sake. A hand then reached up, and fingers ghosted against his cheeks. Then those lips began moving, and throat produced soft words.

"Your eyes, Tarrant, are so…nice. Nice and normal." Alice continued to stroke his cheek, even as his face took on a confused look. But he still let her continue to talk without interruption. "They remind me of my father's, you know? So warm."

He watched her eyes mist over, lips wobbling so sadly. It weighed his heart so heavy, wishing to have those beautiful blues not so sad.

"Alice, wonderful Alice," he murmured lightly, drawing a small smile from her that lifted a bit. With that smile, she removed one of her hands from cupping his face to then wipe at her eyes.

"Silly me for crying."

"You are never silly for crying, my dear Alice," Tarrant answered back with a loving conviction. A bigger smile appeared on her lips, one this time that was mirrored on his face now. After a pause that seemed so long and so short at the same time, was broken when Alice began speaking once more.

"Thank you, Tarrant." He took her hands within his own, holding the weary and calloused hands with a delicate hold. These hands had once been so soft and now not. But that little feature could be overlooked as it seemed everything became normal in this small amount of time together. It seemed as though it always had been for them. Simple, loving, order-filled. That really was all that he could imagine now with a war outside these castle walls that took his Alice away. Away to battle and hopefully no more.

My dear Alice, my Alice who order shall be given and spared from this all. Sweet Alice, I hope to never lose you to this war and chaos…

So close to the end, yet still have to write the last two chapters and type them all up here. So close though, at least for me it feels that way.

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