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akainagiAnother Ten Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 51-55)
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: G
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 6) from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Prompt: Tears
Tarrant hates it when Alice cries.
She is a strong woman, the strongest he has ever met, so it takes much to reduce her to tears. There was a time when he could count those instances on one hand.
Then she became pregnant.
Overnight tears seemed to become her primary means of communication. Which is so much more troublesome than talking, because, as a communication tool, tears are left entirely up to interpretation. Half the time Tarrant is never sure why his wife cries. Happy, sad, tired; nearly every emotion seems to open up the floodgates. And he hates it when she cries. He hates to look into her red rimmed eyes and tear streaked face and know that he is powerless to stop the cause of her distress. Because half the time Alice herself doesn’t even know the cause.
So he decided quite early in her pregnancy that what you cannot fight against, you must work with.
It took him no time at all to make them. The simplest of projects. A flash of the scissors, a few passes with the needle and embroidery thread and he was done.
He presented them to her with little fanfare. A dozen kerchiefs in fine linen embroidered with her name in silver. And right under her name, on each one, in embroidery so small and tight one practically had to squint to read it:
Please don’t cry
Alice was so touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift, she burst into tears.
Prompt: Blurred
Alice found quite early into her life in Underland that Time, the notoriously unreliable little bugger, did not run the same as it did in her world.
Sometimes weeks went by in a blur, a day stretched into an eternity, an hour into an eon, sometimes time seemed to stop all together. In fact, on several occasions she was sure she lived the same day twice in a row.
Her first few weeks in Underland she was subjected, by order of the Queen, to all manner of lessons; from the history of Underland, to its laws and traditions, all to ensure she functioned at her best as one of the queens advisors. She imagined that poor McTwisp, her default tutor, would probably agree with her that those days lasted forever. Contrariwise, her first month of married life disappeared in the blink of an eye. And the nine months of her pregnancy, she adamantly attested, lasted at least five years.
So she learned to measure not by hands on a clock, but rather by teatimes and bandersnatch rides, by stolen moments with her husband, and by precious moments with her daughter.
Sometimes she looked back on her life in the other world and was astounded by the amount of living she had missed, simply because she had been waiting for the right time to come around. And she was grateful for the amount of living she gained when she began living on her own time.
Prompt: Fools
Tarrant Hightopp may be mad, but he is no fool.
He sees the way they crowd around her, ask her to dance, curry her favor. Trying to ingratiate themselves with Underland’s beautiful new Champion. He watches as she spends half the Frabjous day celebration being passed from one gentleman’s arms to another.
Her voice and her smile is merry, surely she is used to such attentions. A woman of her courage and beauty must have had no end of suitors in her own world. The Hatter feels the sharp pangs of jealousy, as each gentleman takes his turn with her. It rankles him and makes his Outlandish side want to go over there and rip her out of their arms and claim her as his own for the rest of the evening.
But he has no right to do that. This is all of Underland’s celebration, but hers more so than most. And nothing, not even seeing her in the arms of other men can dampen his joy at the fact that she has stayed. Underland is her home now.
As he leaves the celebration behind and heads for the quiet of the balcony he comforts himself with the thought that all these suitors, here at the palace for the grand celebration, will not be there tomorrow. Will not be there to see her first thing in the morning, fresh from a night’s rest. Will not be there tomorrow to take tea with her. Will not be there tomorrow at the end of the day to bid her goodnight.
But he will be.
Prompt: Over
Alice found him on the Balcony. The same balcony where they had shared companionship and conversation the night before. A night that seemed a lifetime ago.
“Tired of celebrating already?” Alice asked with a smile. The sounds of revelry reached them from below and inside. The sound of all of Underland merrily commemorating the Red Queen’s overthrow.
“Not all celebrating is done on the outside,” he answered cryptically. “What about you? Surely the celebration will be lacking if the Champion of the day is not present.”
Alice chuckled. “Don’t feel much like a champion. But then I’m not really sure how a champion is supposed to feel. I feel lucky. And relieved. And thankful. To you especially.” She turned to face him squarely. “Thank you for your help against the Jabberwocky. If you hadn’t done what you did, I shouldn’t have made it.”
“What squire wouldn’t do the same for his Champion?” he answered with a grin.
“All the same, thank you, Hatter.”
“Tarrant.”
Alice looked puzzled. “Pardon.”
“My name is Tarrant. Tarrant Hightopp. We never were formally introduced. Revolutions tend to get in the way of such things. Call me Tarrant.”
Alice blushed slightly. She didn’t know why calling the Hatter by his given name should sound so intimate, but it did. “Very well,” she smiled.
“Thank you, Tarrant.”
“Thank you, Alice,” he returned.
“Thank me?" she asked. "What on ever for?”
He smiled a slight, gentle smile. “Why for staying, of course. I should have missed you, had you left us,” he admitted.
Her blush deepened at his honesty. And her own boldness when she reached out and took one of his bandaged, care-worn hands in her own.
“My dear Tarrant, why do you think I stayed?”
Prompt: Immortal
Alice thought that her celebrity as Underland’s Champion would die down after a while.
It appears she underestimated the gratitude of Underland’s population to the woman who delivered them from the grip of the Red Queen. In all honesty it made her self-conscious.
Strangers she met on the road greeted her with a “Hail the Champion!” or, slightly less embarrassing, referred to her as “Alice the White.” Soldiers, both the white and the former red, showed her special deference in passing, some bowing, some saluting. Alice never failed to blush every time this happened. If only her mother could see her now. Hailed as a military hero. The Champion of a revolution. It was all too much.
She confided her annoyance to her husband one day. He simply smiled and told her that since she refused to boast of the great service she had rendered, it was up to everyone else to do it for her. Then her kissed her and called her his Wife the Champion.
She swatted him playfully. “Don’t you start now!”
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: G
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 6) from
10_prompts.Prompt: Tears
Tarrant hates it when Alice cries.
She is a strong woman, the strongest he has ever met, so it takes much to reduce her to tears. There was a time when he could count those instances on one hand.
Then she became pregnant.
Overnight tears seemed to become her primary means of communication. Which is so much more troublesome than talking, because, as a communication tool, tears are left entirely up to interpretation. Half the time Tarrant is never sure why his wife cries. Happy, sad, tired; nearly every emotion seems to open up the floodgates. And he hates it when she cries. He hates to look into her red rimmed eyes and tear streaked face and know that he is powerless to stop the cause of her distress. Because half the time Alice herself doesn’t even know the cause.
So he decided quite early in her pregnancy that what you cannot fight against, you must work with.
It took him no time at all to make them. The simplest of projects. A flash of the scissors, a few passes with the needle and embroidery thread and he was done.
He presented them to her with little fanfare. A dozen kerchiefs in fine linen embroidered with her name in silver. And right under her name, on each one, in embroidery so small and tight one practically had to squint to read it:
Please don’t cry
Alice was so touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift, she burst into tears.
Prompt: Blurred
Alice found quite early into her life in Underland that Time, the notoriously unreliable little bugger, did not run the same as it did in her world.
Sometimes weeks went by in a blur, a day stretched into an eternity, an hour into an eon, sometimes time seemed to stop all together. In fact, on several occasions she was sure she lived the same day twice in a row.
Her first few weeks in Underland she was subjected, by order of the Queen, to all manner of lessons; from the history of Underland, to its laws and traditions, all to ensure she functioned at her best as one of the queens advisors. She imagined that poor McTwisp, her default tutor, would probably agree with her that those days lasted forever. Contrariwise, her first month of married life disappeared in the blink of an eye. And the nine months of her pregnancy, she adamantly attested, lasted at least five years.
So she learned to measure not by hands on a clock, but rather by teatimes and bandersnatch rides, by stolen moments with her husband, and by precious moments with her daughter.
Sometimes she looked back on her life in the other world and was astounded by the amount of living she had missed, simply because she had been waiting for the right time to come around. And she was grateful for the amount of living she gained when she began living on her own time.
Prompt: Fools
Tarrant Hightopp may be mad, but he is no fool.
He sees the way they crowd around her, ask her to dance, curry her favor. Trying to ingratiate themselves with Underland’s beautiful new Champion. He watches as she spends half the Frabjous day celebration being passed from one gentleman’s arms to another.
Her voice and her smile is merry, surely she is used to such attentions. A woman of her courage and beauty must have had no end of suitors in her own world. The Hatter feels the sharp pangs of jealousy, as each gentleman takes his turn with her. It rankles him and makes his Outlandish side want to go over there and rip her out of their arms and claim her as his own for the rest of the evening.
But he has no right to do that. This is all of Underland’s celebration, but hers more so than most. And nothing, not even seeing her in the arms of other men can dampen his joy at the fact that she has stayed. Underland is her home now.
As he leaves the celebration behind and heads for the quiet of the balcony he comforts himself with the thought that all these suitors, here at the palace for the grand celebration, will not be there tomorrow. Will not be there to see her first thing in the morning, fresh from a night’s rest. Will not be there tomorrow to take tea with her. Will not be there tomorrow at the end of the day to bid her goodnight.
But he will be.
Prompt: Over
Alice found him on the Balcony. The same balcony where they had shared companionship and conversation the night before. A night that seemed a lifetime ago.
“Tired of celebrating already?” Alice asked with a smile. The sounds of revelry reached them from below and inside. The sound of all of Underland merrily commemorating the Red Queen’s overthrow.
“Not all celebrating is done on the outside,” he answered cryptically. “What about you? Surely the celebration will be lacking if the Champion of the day is not present.”
Alice chuckled. “Don’t feel much like a champion. But then I’m not really sure how a champion is supposed to feel. I feel lucky. And relieved. And thankful. To you especially.” She turned to face him squarely. “Thank you for your help against the Jabberwocky. If you hadn’t done what you did, I shouldn’t have made it.”
“What squire wouldn’t do the same for his Champion?” he answered with a grin.
“All the same, thank you, Hatter.”
“Tarrant.”
Alice looked puzzled. “Pardon.”
“My name is Tarrant. Tarrant Hightopp. We never were formally introduced. Revolutions tend to get in the way of such things. Call me Tarrant.”
Alice blushed slightly. She didn’t know why calling the Hatter by his given name should sound so intimate, but it did. “Very well,” she smiled.
“Thank you, Tarrant.”
“Thank you, Alice,” he returned.
“Thank me?" she asked. "What on ever for?”
He smiled a slight, gentle smile. “Why for staying, of course. I should have missed you, had you left us,” he admitted.
Her blush deepened at his honesty. And her own boldness when she reached out and took one of his bandaged, care-worn hands in her own.
“My dear Tarrant, why do you think I stayed?”
Prompt: Immortal
Alice thought that her celebrity as Underland’s Champion would die down after a while.
It appears she underestimated the gratitude of Underland’s population to the woman who delivered them from the grip of the Red Queen. In all honesty it made her self-conscious.
Strangers she met on the road greeted her with a “Hail the Champion!” or, slightly less embarrassing, referred to her as “Alice the White.” Soldiers, both the white and the former red, showed her special deference in passing, some bowing, some saluting. Alice never failed to blush every time this happened. If only her mother could see her now. Hailed as a military hero. The Champion of a revolution. It was all too much.
She confided her annoyance to her husband one day. He simply smiled and told her that since she refused to boast of the great service she had rendered, it was up to everyone else to do it for her. Then her kissed her and called her his Wife the Champion.
She swatted him playfully. “Don’t you start now!”
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