A/N;; Hello all! So, I've decided to go back and change a couple things, small details and such. I should have a new chapter up soon! Till then, enjoy my (hopefully) improved UberDrabbles! :]
Hatter.
"Got a thing about heights."
I nodded, keeping my face stony and indifferent, trying to hide the strange effect she was having on me. Though I never touched any of the bottled emotions I reluctantly sold, I was beginning to understand why there was such a demand for them. Oyster emotions were so strong, so… big. They seemed to fill the air around the Oyster, kind of like an aura. And because of this, I would've known she was terrified even if she'd kept her mouth shut. I locked my gaze on her, though she was still looking down, mumbling something about why the city wasn't built on the ground. I chose not to tell her that if it was built on the ground, we'd be subject to greater dangers than angry Suits. I don't know about you, but I don't like encountering Jubjub birds and Bandersnatches on a daily basis. Instead, I told her to look at me, and held out my right hand for her. Now, allow me to explain something, first; my right arm? Pretty much my secret weapon, my greatest strength. But, because of that, it's also my greatest weakness, for lack of a better phrase. So my offering that hand was a big deal, but I wasn't sure why I did. Habit, perhaps. She took it, and the touch was almost electric. Feeling her emotions radiating off of her was one thing; touching her and feeling them pulse through every nerve in her body, that was something different. The fear became tangible, and I had to force myself to not whimper at the thought of how high up we were.
"Funny," I mumbled, sure she couldn't hear me, "Suddenly, I've got a thing about heights, too."
Alice.
I stared into the fire, my mind wondering a little as I let myself get mesmerized by it. For a while it was on Jack and this ring, and how the hell I was going to get us out of here, but then, it took an unexpected turn.
To Hatter.
He was sitting across from me, his hat tilted a little lower over his eyes; the way the light flickered over him gave him a devilish look, a dangerous air… there was something maddeningly sexy about it. I shook my head a little bit; I was not attracted to Hatter; he was pompous and cocky and manipulating and a liar and and…
He was the only one who seemed to give two shits about me here, besides Charlie, and I wasn't exactly looking to jump his withered old bones.
WOAH. Where did that thought come from? I didn't want to jump Hatter's bones, no I did not.
Well. Maybe a little bit.