Jack And The Cuckoo Clock Heart Sentence starters:

❝ They say that I was born with a frozen heart ❞

❝ Would you like a warm drink? Tea, coffee, whisky? ❞

❝ Keep your temper under control ❞

❝ Whatever else you do,  never fall in love  ❞

❝ It's my birthday. You promised! ❞

❝ C'mon, life heals every wound. You'll get over it, in time. ❞

❝ I apologize for importuning you, but you don't happen to know the time? ❞

❝ You know men cry bigger tears than women? With tears twice as big. ❞

❝ You shouldn't play with your sight if it leaves you in the dark ❞

❝ I prefer life all a blur ❞

❝ What's that odd pitter-patter? ❞

❝ It's rain. Do you like it? ❞

❝ The more you love, the more intense the pain. ❞

❝ Nature plays dirty tricks on me. ❞

❝ For a few years now this place has felt like home. ❞

❝ For me life's about stability. ❞

❝ It's the advantage of having a reputation as a witch. They don't go snooping in my tombs. ❞

❝ I won't forgive myself if they catch you. ❞

❝ Panic's frantic antics in my heart! ❞

❝ Oh, look out for little me, without you what'll I be? ❞

❝ Apologies for the intrusion ❞

❝ I'm a human illusion  who wants to be a man ❞

❝ You're different and you think it's a weakness.❞

❝ Here? You have more chance of finding a fresh snowflake in hell. ❞

❝ She's like a perfect little bird in high heels and she tends to knock into things ❞

❝ Nobody will notice, the coast is clear. Sneak in there. Move! ❞

❝ Can we invite you in for a cup of coffee? - Or a cup of tea? - Or both? ❞

❝ Do you always run away to think about things? ❞

❝ You were really good. I didn't see a thing, but it seemed like a lot of fun! ❞

❝ I traveled halfway across Europe for her for nothing! ❞

❝ But did you tell her that you loved her? ❞

❝ Her heart's full to the brim. ❞

❝ You can't just empty a heart like a sink. ❞

❝ I've never felt so sad and so... happy at the same time. Two of the most extraordinary emotions in one. ❞

❝ You know what they say, fortune favors the brave. ❞

❝ Their very liberty is their beauty. ❞

❝ I know I'm doing everything wrong. It makes me feel sick. ❞

❝ That's right, now I'm back to give this story a new direction ❞

❝ I explained losing one of mine changed the way I see things forever ❞

His steps that were initially made with care to make as little noise as possible easing into something more relaxed. Whomever had lived her hadn't answered as far as he heard, so maybe it was just his luck! That hope was very quickly and thoroughly dashed as he stepped right into one of the men. Jervis' gaze meeting with vacant eyes behind dulled white rabbit masks, something familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Tea?" the rogue repeated at first, giving a tilt of his head and drumming his fingers against his cheek in thought. Sizing up the two men in front of him then giving a sigh, letting his hand fall to his side.

♡♠♢♣ ⁀ They change from a slinking walk to a dandy skipping motion as he replies, quick in their bouncing to go behind them, wrap their arms amidst their shoulders in a friendly way, and shove lead them excitedly through doors. ' So polite! No fuss, no fight. So nice to have a guest that acts right. ' They chirp, nearly managing gladness in their emotion.

He's led to one last old wooden door, of which one rabbit departs to prepare to open it for them, and it bows as it does so, though what he opens up to is a very dark room. They're not let go of, not until they're led further in and sat down in a chair, pushed in and all. Only then does the rabbit step back to block the only exit. There was a decaying sconce of light over them but only one source of light on the far end of the room-- moonlight, coming from the window behind what was practically a shadow in silhouette, an armchair too big to make out what sat in it. They were on opposite sides of a table so long it met from their end to the other's. But they would quickly know who was there, when he couldn't help but speak.

" And what-- pray tell-- is this supposed to be..? " An eccentric voice with a lingering English accent seemed to uncontrollably laugh after it suddenly clinked its teacup to the saucer. " Look at you-- You came dressed for the party-- no one EVER comes dressed for the party..! " He sounds nearly touched by the gesture. Then a noise, the table was creaking, but only as he stepped further into view did it become clear he was walking across the table toward them, his small feet so expertly avoiding knocking silverware. " Be still, be still-- let me see your frankly... quite... frabjous hat... " And with a click, he reached up on his toes and pulled a ceiling lamp's light cord, immediately illuminating the room, and him in turn. A man old enough to have a few gray hairs and an outfit near as much patches as it was leather. His eyes seemed to vibrate like a strummed chord before it locked squarely on them, and he was strapped in buckles and cases as if he might try to survive an apocalypse. But a Hatter, unmistakably.

" I would ask you where you bought it but it seems you forgot to remove... the tag. " He points a calloused finger at the matching 10/6 on their head. " A clever disguise! But~ a real pawn only speaks when spoken to. " He clasps his hands and offers them a pleasant grin, before he glares.

jervis tetch + tea

It's reassuring to her that she needn't worry about other patients. Not that she really worried Jervis would be the one to pick a fight, but sometimes they broke out nonetheless. She stayed with him. Leading through a couple of other turns before gesturing to the stone wall.

"My crest," she answered. Not a particularly large thing carved into the stonery, but it went unnoticed here for the most part. The two A's inverted to each other like a diamond with a circle around it.

"Everyone always assumes the wrong words- Asylum, Amadeus- " Alienor. "Arkham's the only one that's right in their guesses. I digress, the Court did a good job of erasing Amity." There's not time to linger on the sadness in her voice.

♡♠♢♣ ⁀ As he suspected, what little other inmates they passed on this unusual route paid the often dismissed hatter little mind, rumors of how he's prone to 'keeping' those he takes with him likely warded off any attempts to even ask to follow him out. He much preferred his reputation that way, in this case.

Their answer pulls his attention from the stone to the spirit. " Amity Arkham... " He realizes aloud, but he's urged to continue, and he prays the muscle he's built from this life of crime is enough to budge it. He places his shoulder against it and barges with his whole weight, feeling it crack loose. " Hooray! " He quite literally cheers, a quick fluttering clap as he regains his footing.