* MARCH / HARE !

he’s  silent.   listening  to  the  obviously  drunk  man  ramble.    it  wasn’t  uncommon  for  folks  to  rant  at  him.   it  drove  him  M A D !!   did  he  look  like  dr  fucking  phil  to  them  ??              ‘     I  ask  myself  that  question  every  damn  night ,   whenever  some  yahoo  comes  in  here  &&  starts  bitchin’  ‘bout  their  problems.   I  should  start  chargin’  for  this.     ’

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            Her breathing is more shallow, as she feels that twist of jagged edges cutting away at what’s left of her heart; the anger turning into sorrow, and she can feel the hot sting of tears starting behind her eyes.  So she pinches them shut, tries to calm her raging emotions .   He spoke of the madness of Wonderland, of the dangers it brought with it to mind and soul alike      (  —- BUT SHE CAN’T ! )       She won’t allow herself to believe such things, how could she, when —

             ‘  – this is all I have .  YOU, THE HATTER, my friends.. .  ‘      A lungful of air, gasping almost, as though she is drowning in her pain.      ‘  This place is the only good thing in my life!  I  –  I have nothing else but torment behind me.  ‘      Eyes are open again, but she keeps her gaze away from him.  She fears if she turns azure gaze upon Matthew, she will fall, and the waters in her eyes will be seen as they stream down her cheeks.  Alice had thought the Asylum rid her of all feeling; but it turns out that she had still some  heart left to destroy; some piece of her soul yet to wither and fade.  

EMOTIONS  WERE  NEVER  SOMETHING  HE  GOT  A  FULL  GRASP  ON.     confusion  often  clouded  his  mind  when  he  felt  something  other  than  pain  or  anger.    unease  settled  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach ,   frown  crossing  worn  features.   he  didn’t  like  seeing  her  upset.   it  didn’t  feel  right.              ‘     alice  ━━  seems  like  you’ll  only  find  torment  no  matter  which  way  you  go.     FRONT ,   BACK ,   LEFT ,   RIGHT ,   UP  &&  DOWN  !!      maybe  you  were  meant  for  it.     ’    

               maybe  there  was  a  madness  inside  her  that  could  not  be  quelled.

the  march  hare  let  out  a  breath  he  was  unaware  he’d  been  holding.   hand  raising  to  scratch  the  back  of  his  neck ,   dirt  &&  blood  stained  fingers  carding  through  dark  locks.    he  longed  to  ask  her  to  stay.   her  previous  visits  to  wonderland  never  lasted  long ,   what  made  this  time  so  different  ??    she’d  leave  eventually ,   &&  when  she  did  it  was  STRAIGHT  BACK  DOWN  THE  RABBIT  HOLE  !!

expressions creases further – the anger in her eyes flaring at his suggested words; at the near annoyed pat that he delivers to her brow like some spoiled CHILD.                ( HOW DARE YOU !  ) she wants to scream at him, tell him he’s just like the others, like her family who shut her out and called her crazy.  That burn in her gut heats to a boil; and the demons of her mind gnash their teeth in hatred.  She felt as though she might burst at the seams from all the anger that flowed in her veins.  She had thought to come here for peace, for that old serenity of friendship she shared with the Hare; but he looked at her now as though she meant nothing at all.  

it hurt.  

a  shrug.              ‘     what  land  I’m  in  don’t  matter  much  to  me.   had  more  freedom  back  in  wonderland  I  suppose.   don’t  think  folks  ‘round  here  would  take  too  kindly  to  any  type’ve  bloodshed.     ’              he  missed  the  feel  of  blood  trickling  down  his  hands.   the  dying  squeals  of  whichever  animal  he  decided  to  carve  up.   part  of  him  even  missed  his  mansion  &&  guards.   his  lifestyle  had  been  extravagant.   rich  with  a  dangerous  reputation.   CRAZIER  THAN  THE  RED  QUEEN  !!   he  wasn’t  sure  if  his  reputation  extended  as  far  as  the  enchanted  forest.              ‘     they  called  me  the  march  hare.     ’

             ‘     born  &&  somewhat  raised.     ’              he  couldn’t  recall  his  parents ,   or  most  of  his  childhood.   it  was  all  a  haze.              ‘     who  didn’t  ??   she  was  a  big  deal  around  wonderland  when  she  made  herself  queen.   wouldn’’t  call  us  friends ,   but  I  met  with  her  a  few  times.   was  glad  to  hear  she  had  that  PORTAL  JUMPER  beheaded ,   the  hatter.   asshole  tried  t’  pull  one  over  on  me  once.   only  ended  in  his  missus  gettin’  an  arrow  in  her  back  from  one  of  my  guards.   serves  him  right  if  you  ask  me.     ’              words  spill  from  lips  as  though  he  had  no  off  switch.   it  was  no  secret  he  loathed  the  mad  hatter.   when  word  of  his  beheading  had  reached  him ,   CELEBRATION  had  been  had.

          ❝ i don’t even know why i’m telling you this. ❞         words are cut off with a pained laugh, hand raising to rub down his face.         ❝ it’s not like anyone in this ridiculous town even knows which way is up.   i mean YOU ! ❞         another sharp bark of laughter, gesturing towards the man in question.   ( this, boys and girls, is why jefferson usually doesn’t drink )