Hatter
By all that was sacred in Wonderland, that bloody pout of her's was going to get her places.
Say, into my bed, for example. Yeah, wouldn't mind that one bit. Touching her all I wanted and being able to feel what I was doing to her through her eyes.... I couldn't imagine a greater pleasure.
But, that's just me being a bit of a creep, and liking that bottom lip and the way it jutted out far too much for my own good. But oh, in the name of the Red King, I'd been so close to being able to touch those lips of hers with my own.
Then the prick known as Jack Heart interrupted me. And I knew he was right when he convinced Alice to go with him, though it infuriated me to no end. Did I mention he's a prick? I hated the fact that I was jealous, I loathed the fact that I wanted her, I despised the fact that I loved her.
I pulled back on the horse's reins, astounded by the turn my brain (addled and muddled though it was) had taken. I loved Alice? No, I couldn't. Love was, in my opinion, an emotion everyone fantasized about feeling, but it wasn't really an emotion at all; it was just a trick of the Heart's. I was... merely addicted to her emotions. That was all.
I didn't love her. I couldn't. I wasn't worthy of her.
Alice
I was convinced that I was dreaming; I had to be, they put me to sleep, after all, and the only time I thought about being alone in the house at the young age of ten was when I was asleep, and had no control over my mind. But I quickly learned after nearly killing myself, that this was not a dream. I threatened the two crazy doctors, who kept saying that either way I would die. They didn't care if I told them where the ring was. I was doomed.
Somehow I managed to convince them to let me write down the location of the ring (a lie, of course, there was no way in Hell they were getting the real location out of me). I balanced carefully on the small amount of board left beneath me, holding back the choked sobs of fear that were threatening to tear through me.
Then the door opened, and I caught a glimpse of a much beloved hat, attached to an infuriating head. "Hatter!" I exclaimed, unable to explain why I was not only relieved that someone came to save me, but I was simply glad that it was him. And when I climbed onto the desk and jumped to his arms, I couldn't help feeling extremely safe. I almost trusted him.
Almost.