Ten Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 1-5)
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Ten Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 1-5)
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 from
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Prompt: Cell
He would not have seen it end this way. An ignominious end to the last of the Hightop Clan. Losing his head to the whim of the Bloody Big Head Herself. Not living to see vengeance exacted for the events of Horunvendush day those many years ago. But he rested easy in the knowledge that it would be exacted in spades.
For his faith in her was absolute.
She would succeed, not because it was foretold in the Oraculum, but because he had witnessed the return of her muchness. The return of Alice.
His Alice.
And while the break of dawn on the morrow could well see his head roll, his heart, already given, would follow Alice into battle.
Prompt: Deviate
When he asked her to stay, with that mad, hopeful, almost plaintive look in his eyes, she immediately knew what her answer would be. Must be. For she was a good daughter, who would not leave her mother to worry, a good sister, and sister-in-law who would dutifully return. She even felt she owed a duty to that miserable dolt to whom she was most definitely not affianced.
Because in the end, her muchness went only as far as stockings and corsets, and most certainly did not include throwing her staid life away to embark on a half-mad life with a half-mad man in a half-mad land.
So she made her excuses and tried very hard not to see the light of hope extinguished in the Hatter’s eyes as she lifted the vial to her lips.
And paused.
And would her mother live her life for her, she wondered. Or her sister, with her unfaithful dog of a husband. Or Hamish? Would they be a comfort to her as she went on existing, after giving up the experience of truly living. Would they comfort her as she waited for the love of her life to appear, knowing that she had already met him, and left him, a lonely figure on a chessboard a world away?
The purple liquid stained the squares of the chessboard where she poured it out on the ground.
How’s that for muchness?
Prompt: Enclosed
Helen Kingsleigh recognized the tilted scrawl the moment the postman delivered the tattered letter. She no sooner slammed the door in the poor man’s face then she was ripping open the envelope and tossing it to the floor, desperate to get at its contents. After all this time. Finally. The dear Lord has rewarded me for not giving up hope. She scanned the letter for the three words she most wanted to see: I’m coming home.
Dearest Mother,
I do hope you’ll forgive me for not having written you in so long. I wasn’t even aware it was possible until now. I know you must be wondering where I’ve gotten to, ever since that party at the Ascots’. It’s hard to believe that was over a year ago. You wouldn’t believe me if I wrote you of all that has happened to me since then. The first thing you must know is that I’m well, and that my life is full and happy. I’ve gained a purpose to my life that I never would have known had I simply returned to my dreary life in London to become Lady Ascot.
I have just become engaged, mother. That’s right, I am to be married to a wonderful man. I know he is not precisely who you would have chosen for me, but he makes me desperately happy. He’s a master of his trade, and is employed at court, so you needn’t worry at all for my fortunes.
I’m sorry to have left without a word like I did. I can only imagine how you and Margaret must have worried. I can comfort you only with the fact that I continue to be well and happy. Be the same. I shall write again.
Love,
Alice
Helen desperately searched the floor for the envelope; her last hope. The tears began to fall as she read the one word of return address:
Wonderland
Prompt: Devil
At first Alice found the Red Queen to be more obnoxious and foolish than the force of pure evil that had been described to her. To be sure she found the queen’s treatment of the animals in her court to be just the other side of deplorable, and the constant toadying of those around her caused Alice to feel slightly ill. Though she supposed she had little room to talk, since at the moment, Alice was counted among the toadies.
So she went along with the flow, trying not to crack a smile every time she introduced herself as “Um from Umbridge.” She even giggled slightly when the queen demanded a pig belly for her aching feet.
Her false sense of security was dashed, however, when the queen ordered the prisoner to be brought in.
The Hatter cut a pathetic figure, bound hand and foot. He moved slowly, as if each step caused him physical pain. And was that the Hatter’s own bizarre natural coloring, or did she detect bruises?
They had tortured him. To find out her whereabouts they had tortured this harmless, half-mad man?
They had all been right. She had been wrong. This woman was the devil.
Down with the bloody Big Head.
Prompt: Ocean
Light streamed through the windows of the palace at Marmoreal, bringing a new day to the inhabitants of the White Court, and awakening one Alice Hightopp from a most interesting dream. She yawned and snuggled into her husband’s side, resisting the breaking dawn for just a few more moments.
“I had that dream again,” she informed him, not checking to see if he was awake. He was always awake before her. “Is it normal to have the same dream every night?”
“Don’t ask me,” he replied, placing a light kiss on her forehead. “I’m the mad one, remember?”
She giggled. “No, really. It’s the same every night. I’m on a boat … no, not a boat … a great ship. I’m waving goodbye to my mother and sister and we sail off into the sunrise. We’re heading East, I think. A huge ocean stretching out in front of us. I’m not sure where we’re headed, but I’m sure it’s somewhere grand.”
“Are you wearing a hat?”
Alice thought for a moment, “I don’t remember. I don’t think so.”
“Because if you’re headed somewhere altogether grand,” Tarrant explained matter-of-factly, “you should be hatted properly for the occasion.”
“Perhaps I’m underdressed.”
The Hatter rested his chin atop his wife’s head. “Or perhaps, you’re headed home. Where is grander than Marmoreal? Then you don’t have to worry about being properly hatted. I shall make all the hats you should need when you arrive.”
She looked up at her husband, wondering, as she often did, at his wisdom-masquerading-as-madness. She smiled serenely. “Now that, husband, is a wonderful thought.”
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 from
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Prompt: Cell
He would not have seen it end this way. An ignominious end to the last of the Hightop Clan. Losing his head to the whim of the Bloody Big Head Herself. Not living to see vengeance exacted for the events of Horunvendush day those many years ago. But he rested easy in the knowledge that it would be exacted in spades.
For his faith in her was absolute.
She would succeed, not because it was foretold in the Oraculum, but because he had witnessed the return of her muchness. The return of Alice.
His Alice.
And while the break of dawn on the morrow could well see his head roll, his heart, already given, would follow Alice into battle.
Prompt: Deviate
When he asked her to stay, with that mad, hopeful, almost plaintive look in his eyes, she immediately knew what her answer would be. Must be. For she was a good daughter, who would not leave her mother to worry, a good sister, and sister-in-law who would dutifully return. She even felt she owed a duty to that miserable dolt to whom she was most definitely not affianced.
Because in the end, her muchness went only as far as stockings and corsets, and most certainly did not include throwing her staid life away to embark on a half-mad life with a half-mad man in a half-mad land.
So she made her excuses and tried very hard not to see the light of hope extinguished in the Hatter’s eyes as she lifted the vial to her lips.
And paused.
And would her mother live her life for her, she wondered. Or her sister, with her unfaithful dog of a husband. Or Hamish? Would they be a comfort to her as she went on existing, after giving up the experience of truly living. Would they comfort her as she waited for the love of her life to appear, knowing that she had already met him, and left him, a lonely figure on a chessboard a world away?
The purple liquid stained the squares of the chessboard where she poured it out on the ground.
How’s that for muchness?
Prompt: Enclosed
Helen Kingsleigh recognized the tilted scrawl the moment the postman delivered the tattered letter. She no sooner slammed the door in the poor man’s face then she was ripping open the envelope and tossing it to the floor, desperate to get at its contents. After all this time. Finally. The dear Lord has rewarded me for not giving up hope. She scanned the letter for the three words she most wanted to see: I’m coming home.
Dearest Mother,
I do hope you’ll forgive me for not having written you in so long. I wasn’t even aware it was possible until now. I know you must be wondering where I’ve gotten to, ever since that party at the Ascots’. It’s hard to believe that was over a year ago. You wouldn’t believe me if I wrote you of all that has happened to me since then. The first thing you must know is that I’m well, and that my life is full and happy. I’ve gained a purpose to my life that I never would have known had I simply returned to my dreary life in London to become Lady Ascot.
I have just become engaged, mother. That’s right, I am to be married to a wonderful man. I know he is not precisely who you would have chosen for me, but he makes me desperately happy. He’s a master of his trade, and is employed at court, so you needn’t worry at all for my fortunes.
I’m sorry to have left without a word like I did. I can only imagine how you and Margaret must have worried. I can comfort you only with the fact that I continue to be well and happy. Be the same. I shall write again.
Love,
Alice
Helen desperately searched the floor for the envelope; her last hope. The tears began to fall as she read the one word of return address:
Wonderland
Prompt: Devil
At first Alice found the Red Queen to be more obnoxious and foolish than the force of pure evil that had been described to her. To be sure she found the queen’s treatment of the animals in her court to be just the other side of deplorable, and the constant toadying of those around her caused Alice to feel slightly ill. Though she supposed she had little room to talk, since at the moment, Alice was counted among the toadies.
So she went along with the flow, trying not to crack a smile every time she introduced herself as “Um from Umbridge.” She even giggled slightly when the queen demanded a pig belly for her aching feet.
Her false sense of security was dashed, however, when the queen ordered the prisoner to be brought in.
The Hatter cut a pathetic figure, bound hand and foot. He moved slowly, as if each step caused him physical pain. And was that the Hatter’s own bizarre natural coloring, or did she detect bruises?
They had tortured him. To find out her whereabouts they had tortured this harmless, half-mad man?
They had all been right. She had been wrong. This woman was the devil.
Down with the bloody Big Head.
Prompt: Ocean
Light streamed through the windows of the palace at Marmoreal, bringing a new day to the inhabitants of the White Court, and awakening one Alice Hightopp from a most interesting dream. She yawned and snuggled into her husband’s side, resisting the breaking dawn for just a few more moments.
“I had that dream again,” she informed him, not checking to see if he was awake. He was always awake before her. “Is it normal to have the same dream every night?”
“Don’t ask me,” he replied, placing a light kiss on her forehead. “I’m the mad one, remember?”
She giggled. “No, really. It’s the same every night. I’m on a boat … no, not a boat … a great ship. I’m waving goodbye to my mother and sister and we sail off into the sunrise. We’re heading East, I think. A huge ocean stretching out in front of us. I’m not sure where we’re headed, but I’m sure it’s somewhere grand.”
“Are you wearing a hat?”
Alice thought for a moment, “I don’t remember. I don’t think so.”
“Because if you’re headed somewhere altogether grand,” Tarrant explained matter-of-factly, “you should be hatted properly for the occasion.”
“Perhaps I’m underdressed.”
The Hatter rested his chin atop his wife’s head. “Or perhaps, you’re headed home. Where is grander than Marmoreal? Then you don’t have to worry about being properly hatted. I shall make all the hats you should need when you arrive.”
She looked up at her husband, wondering, as she often did, at his wisdom-masquerading-as-madness. She smiled serenely. “Now that, husband, is a wonderful thought.”
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