Le Chapelier Fou

// So.

Wanna have a chat with this old man once again?

Bête blessée aux ailes de cire, à l’œil de braise à l’œil d’abîme, qui sombre et s’effondre sous le poids des péchés.

Elle le regarde et voit plus loin : l’étincelle qui s’essouffle sous le souffle des souvenirs, de la culpabilité qui le dérobe de son âme et le damne au pire des supplices.

Elle saisit la raison du sang sur sa lame, cette même raison qui lui fait défaut et c’est lui qui termine dans ses bras. Le damné et la condamnée. Elle suppose qu’ils seraient faits l’un pour l’autre si ce n'était de ce monde qui les sépare.

Peu importe. Elle le couve de ses sourires et son cœur-obscur tombe à ses pieds.

Mélancolique Chevalier fait de flames et d’acier, aux mains mortelles, au goût du vice. Un homme pour qui les portes de l’Enfer s’ouvriront.

❊ I want to roleplay with you

✸ I want to plot with you

✤ I want to ship with you

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great

❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s)

✷ I wish our characters were friends

✢ I like your characters

✱ I don’t like your characters

✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)

✫ I don’t like the way you express your muse(s)

☬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped

❂ I don’t agree with all your headcanons

✡ I agree with all your headcanons

❋ Your blog is one of my favs

✦ I like seeing you on my dash

✵ I don’t follow you for roleplay

✧ I wish you would notice me

✩ You intimidate me

✪ You seem like a cool person

✺ You’re hard to approach

✻ I wish you weren’t so shy

❄ I look up to you

❆ I love your art

❇ I love the way you write

* I want to learn to know you

# I’m too shy to approach you

☓ We should talk!

As such, people were met with the new sight today: a cute alpaca with a Santa hat trying to eat the carpet.

Another day, another minute or another century in the Abyss, she did not know; the little girl had already lost the track of the time – as if it was important here. Everything was the same – Chains roaming around and above her room trying to get out, new contractors were being sucked in the dark void and Alice felt every person that got in her domain. Although one was different from the others. He was stronger from the others, still in control of his chain and he moved forward, deeper in the Abyss, as if he had a mission to fulfill. As if he wanted to meet her!

This man…who was he?

Not fully human she might be, but she was still a child that was impatient to wait long enough for that man to reach her. Of course Alice couldn’t get out of her room, it was a golden cage for her, but she still could send a ‘clone’ of herself, a sort of hologram that could communicate.

And when the Will came close enough to see the one-eyed swordsman she stood in place motionless, as if trucked with lightning. Forgotten memoire of the past as a maelstrom filled her mind. Pieces of the puzzle formed into one picture – one memoire.

She slowly snapped out of her stupor and slowly approached the man “So you came, wishgrander?” More of a statement then a question.

A frisson ran down his back while his lone eye kept its entire focus on the young girl; instinctual wariness left him unable to relax his tense shoulders, all of these reactions acting as evidence to the effect she could have on him. Seconds passed; the girl continued to stare at him as if looking for something. Break simply stared back, one eyebrow raising incredulously. What was she searching for in his frozen image? How would she act, once she retrieved it?

Something clicked in her mind, reverberating through her eyes. She started coming closer and Break felt his grip tighten around his sword.

Wishgranter.

The image of a bloodied Alice, surrounded by mad dolls and a madder aura, superimposed to the one in front of him (as if his empty eye socket could still see the one that had stolen its crimson guest, the eye now belonging to a cat who wanted to be a knight - a ridiculous irony, but Break had no desire to laugh).

Why did he promise her a wish?

“ I see.” Shelly didn’t wish to ask him the details regarding those mistakes even though she was curious. There were some things people had to keep for themselves. “ Never have I ever had people pointing their index finger at me and laughing.” She took a sip of her drink without hesitation.

“You’re sucking out the fun with those sad questions.” He took another gulp from his flask.

What a time to linger upon the open air? — Only of course to run face first into the storm which had already brought his coat to ruin. Being drenched by the rain; he had luckily escaped with his hair still dry. Although, from the looks of above, his position would not change for quite some time.

How unfortunate to! He had been hoping to make it back, but it would seem he would be confined to remain put.

Tilting his head, he leaned forward to get a view of the grey sky. Almost trying to tell when the rain would halt in it’s onslaught, but with a voice next to him; he already found himself distracted as he glanced to the side. A cheerful grin popped onto his lips as he gives a nod.

❝Well, I had been hoping to be somewhere by now. But it’s not really much of a hurry; rather be late then soaked to the bone!❞ He gives a laugh, watching as the rain pours to the ground and creates puddles instantly.

On the second glace, Break took notice of how the man’s coat was darkened by water. That would explain how sudden his appearance seemed to be next to the Hatter; pouring rain had muted his footsteps as he ran for cover.

The skies rumbled again and the world brightened by a flash of lightning.

“Mh. I’m certain whoever waits for you will understand. We don’t see downpours like this quite often~”

His eye turned back to the outside world just in time to see a poor fellow run under the rain from the other side of the road. He stepped in a puddle, splashed almost all of the lower half of his pants - and fell down gracelessly with a cry not unlike that of a duck.

Sharon gently touched the back of his hair and studied its length with great care. It had indeed grown longer than a year ago. Till now Break used to fix it himself, or so had Mister Reim told her. Her fuchsia eyes saddened a bit at the realization that Break was getting sicker and sicker as each day passed. He was going to leave her exactly as her mother did.

“ You have quite the soft hair, Break. Remember when I used to adorn it with flowers?” Sharon inquired as she proceeded to cut it, images of her childhood playing slightly in front of her.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

“ The back is done!” Sharon announced with an honest excited tone, while gazing at her work quite proudly. Of course she was not the most skillful hairdresser, but his hair did not look that bad! After asking the maiden’s opinion, who agreed in fear of not upsetting her, she stepped in front of him.

“ Should I cut a bit of hair from your face, too? ”

Sighing, Break closed his useless eye. There was something particularly soothing in someone playing with your hair, or so the man thought - it didn’t happen often, what’s with him being annoyingly (that was according to his friends) independent.

He tensed again at the snip of scissors. He made a show of glancing nervously behind him, or maybe he was only half playing; he was still used to move as if he could still see the world, which was partly why his pantomime still looked so natural.

“You used to take them from the gardens, yes. The gardeners threw me dirty looks because of it.” And of course, he used to throw them back; it hadn’t taken long before they went on ignoring him altogether. Ah, he used to be pretty scary, didn’t he? His nostalgic smile was only hindered by the sound of Sharon working on his hair. ... This was a bad idea.

He passed a hand through his hair, rolling a strand between two fingers with half a wince and half a smile. Did it feel choppier than usual? At least it wasn’t too short for him to correct it later. Break wouldn’t risk his front bangs, though.

// Well, first of all, welcome (back) to everyone getting into the PH fandom. I do hope you’re having fun - I hope we’ll be able to interact soon~ Second of all, I’m working on the answers to every thread I still have here. My end of semester is kicking my ass but today’s a free day. This is what my ThreadTracker looks like right now - of course it doesn’t include the starters I haven’t answered yet, so I still have them in my head don’t worry! You guys can still send me a message if it seems I have forgotten something.