-2023 EDIT-
Hello fellow readers! If you read the update in my profile, you'll know I'm doing a massive clean up of my AiW FanFictions, and this series was no exception. I changed very little, mostly correcting grammar mistakes and rectifying stuff that wasn't clear or simply felt off.
Enjoy this updated version, of pure Hattic fluff!
Chapter Infos
Original Song: Un Angelo Disteso al Sole, by Eros Ramazzotti ( watch?v=-Oo_73SlOwk)
Ranting: K+
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Alice, Mad Hatter
An Angel Laying Down In The Sun
(Un Angelo Disteso al Sole)
Sun. There was a marvelous shining sun that day. Underland itself was marvelous, without all that fog that had covered the whole land for all those years.
Grass. There was a large cleaning behind the Tulgey Woods, just after the Windmill but before the lake. It was the place where every evening the Hatter waited for Alice to look at the sunset with her. And they were laying there that evening too, discussing about how a raven is like a writing desk, when suddenly she asked a very unexpected question.
"Who am I for you, Hatter?"
Being taken by surprise, he frowned and sat up staring at the emptiness in thought: "I wouldn't know… you are everything!" he smiled down at her.
"But I have to be something in particular! Remember: I was even afraid to be Alice once…" now she frowned.
The Hatter smiled further and leant down on his elbow looking at her directly in her shining eyes, noticing how her hair was spread all around her head as a golden aura: "You are an angel…" he added in a deep voice playing with one of those golden locks.
Slowly she got up and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, then placed her temple against his shoulder and there she relaxed, closing her eyes.
Tarrant remained temporally paralyzed, suddenly he started to laugh: "And you quite literally fell from the sky!"
She giggled opening again her hazel eyes: "Yes, you are right!"
"Do tell Alice: who would I be for you?" Tarrant asked with a smirk.
"The reason I came back" she simply answered.
Stunned by the answer, after a moment of hesitation, he shyly leant in to kiss her forehead.
"Have you ever kissed someone, Tarrant?" asked Alice, getting lost in those powerful green pools that were his eyes.
It was the first time in a long time that she called him by his given name, he thought for a brief moment before starting to laugh madly again: "And who could I have kiss?"
Rolling it a little on his shoulder she titled her head in an unusual angle so her lips were dangerously close to his: "Would I be your first?" she shyly asked.
He blushed even more than before, when she had moved her head upwards, but nodded being careful not to touch her face with his yet: "And my only, my dearest".
That light touch of her fingertips along his jaw and her lips' heat on his own: as delicate as a butterfly upon a flower, as the flight of an angel, as the sun's morning heat… yes, that was his Alice: his angel laying in the sun.
