#hatta thread

( @reflectionsinparadigm )

Her words echoing at the edge of his awareness, the rabbit groggily lifted his head from his pillows to look at Hatta. Tired eyes on her, though recognition didn’t fill them until a flash of lightning filled the room with light. The roll of thunder helping to shake the sleep away.

        “ —I am now? “ His voice rumbled, he shifted in bed opening up a space for her. “ Come here.”

So, maybe she wasn’t totally over her fear of storms....

In the hatter’s defense, this was a right foul one that had been going on most of the night.  She had paced about her flat for hours before she gave in, heading over to Cillian’s.  With the key she had, she let herself in, keeping quiet as she snagged one of his shirts and headed to the bathroom to dry off.

She had woke up before Loki that morning -- which was of no surprise.  It was Christmas.  The hatter was rather excited, loving this oyster holiday most of all.  Finding the packages and the note that accompanied them, caused her to squeal softly.  The hatter made to open the wrapping paper, being careful to not rip it too much.  It was simply too beautiful, and she wished to save it.  Lei couldn’t even remember the last time she had received a gift on Christmas like this.

There were no words as she opened the cases.  Lei had never seen so many beautiful art supplies at once.  The hatter would be completely entertained for weeks at this point.  Some of the supplies were brand new to her eyes.

Excitement filled her as she ran back to the bedroom, jumping back into bed with Loki.  “I love it all.  I love you, and I’ll help you with anything!  It would be an honor to draw something for you.  I -- oh -- good morning!”  She blushed, clasping her hand over her lips, blushing from how her happiness and excitement were getting the better of her. 

( @dearlokigodofmischief )

♔—- “I am,” he insisted. “I am breathing.” And he was. He was going through the motions of breathing in and out slowly as if he were trying to breathe through sever pain. He’d practiced these forms of breathing all his life for various reasons, though usually it was to deal with pain. Training as well as actual war had brought him more than his far share of injuries, though this was not anything like physical pain.

    No, this was panic, pure and simple, and of this variety was such a rarity to him.

    “We need to go, Lei,” he said in a hushed whisper. “I don’t think we’re safe here. We need to go. We need to–” He kept repeating himself because he couldn’t figure out what else to say or do to get his point across. His mind was not functioning in that moment.

They had been in the market shopping for groceries for dinner when Lei felt Loki tense at her side.  She pulled him around the corner, away from the crowds to see what was wrong.  

One look in his eyes spoke volumes.

“Hey, I’ve got you.  Hold on to my hand, and I’ll get us back to your place.”  She tightly squeezed both of his hands, looking into his eyes.  “Loki, I’ve got you.”  There was a strength about her voice -- that fire that she often kept hidden.  It always seemed to spark to life when someone she loved was in trouble.

There was no secret to her now that the real world held a magic of its own.  Creatures and beasties unlike the sort that lived in Wonderland. Those were creatures that the Queen wished to have in her arsenal, and as the new Court assassin, it was the hatter’s job to lead the scouting trips with Suits – bringing those beings back to Wonderland.

She was in room getting dressed.  Her typical heeled boots, thigh highs that stopped just under the bottom edge of her skirted jacket – a jacket that was fastened shut with silver buckles, form fitting it to the curves of her body.  She tucked that key she wore under it all – unknowing just why she wore it. Those memories were nothing but a foggy blur.

Hearing her door open, she turned to greet the Suits.  “This needs to look real.  I’m potentially crashing into his home while he is there, and I need every part of this ruse to see real.”  The hatter’s voice was commanding, unfaltering – cold, even.  “This means, I need to be beaten up before I walk through that mirror. Nothing too major, but enough to look like I’ve escaped capture.”  She grabbed her messenger back then, slinging it across her body.  

The next few moments were filled with the sounds of punches connecting to the hatter’s petite body, leaving her clothes disheveled, and her face bruising.  There was more than one cut leaving blood dripping over her skin. “Enough,” she gasped, taking hold of one of the Suit’s arms to steady herself.  “Tell the Queen I will be back as soon as I can.”  The hatter ordered, before stepping away, grabbing her fedora, placing it on her head.

Hatta stood in front of the mirror then, taking a deep breath before she ran through it – landing in a cabin with a thud.  Before she moved, Hatta turned, kicking the mirror causing it to shatter into pieces around her.

She tried to stand up – pressing upwards with her hands, only to cut them on the broken shards of mirror.  Her body collapsed – a choked groan of pain leaving her lips.  There was something about pain.  She loved it now – even more.  Pain was one of the few things that she could feel.

( @wxnderxwxnder )

Tailor chuckled, immediately scooting over and letting Hatta slide into bed with him. “That’s my line,” he muttered, pulling the covers over them as he immediately made to wrap his arms around her waist. “But yeah, fine. Just for tonight, doll face. Or every night. I don’t mind.”

Occasionally, she had stayed the night, but usually, those were the nights where she was so exhausted by the end of things that she was asleep before she hit the pillow.  That night -- she found herself not wanting to go home.  She would think about Tailor when she was at home -- alone.  Here, she wasn’t alone -- even if it did put her a stone’s throw from the place that had broken her, putting her in the palace.

@withsmilesaskew

The weight in his lap was enough to rouse him from his thoughts, thumb and forefinger L’ed against his temple. Ginger head righted as her voice reached his ears, pupil-less schleras narrowing in mirth.

“Hello, Flower Female,” he returned easily with a cock of his head, tail flicking lazily at his side. “What brings you here to daddy today?”  

( @ofwondersandhares )

She had told him to go visit her and he had told her to mind her own business, it was the first time Sean have ever been quite so short with his sister. He should have known Shay wouldn't let up on him, it was the very reason he was standing and staring at the elevator. So many different scenarios ran through his head, none of the outcomes had seemed very appealing but like his sister had told him, Hatta earned at least his attempt to regain their friendship. An attempt he was trying to make.

Hatta had been frank with Shay when they spoke.  The hatter’s usual patience was beyond expired, and she was tired.  It was a tired that sleep couldn’t fix.  This was an exhaustion that had been building for weeks, months – maybe even longer. Hatta couldn’t – no, she wouldn’t count the times, the days – the worries.  She had been through a lot in a short span of time, and she was near her breaking point.

That spot no one seemed to believe she had.

On that day, she had been out delivering packages to the different members of the resistance. There had been some Suits, but Hatta handled them.  She hated having to do that.  Thankfully, there were only two, so she was able to separate them by running through the ruins – taking care of them each, individually.  That still left her dirty, a little bruised, and a busted lip. Probably a black eye – she’d had worse.

Walking up to the door of the White Rabbit, she stopped for a moment, swallowing hard to clear the lump that formed in her throat seeing him. Hatta pulled the brim of her fedora low – allowing it to rest over her brows so that it shaded her face some.  She didn’t want a big deal made of her injuries.  Hatta knew what price she risked paying helping the less fortunate in her section of Wonderland.

@pianomxn

    Gaze is lost onto the horizon, his countenance is taken over by detachment as he thinks, but it is only the storm that tries to settle within him. Whenever that man ( whose face he can barely remember now ) is mentioned, he is hit with an overwhelming rush of anger and sadness.               “He is DEAD to me”    He finally mutters, with his gaze falling onto the floor and a tone so dry and harsh you can feel the hatred. An emotion he thought so bad, but couldn’t help himself from addressing such  feelings to his ‘father’.

     “If it wasn’t for him, if he’d only found another way to solve whatever were his bloody problems… My mother’s fate and my life would have been different. If I ever see him, if he ever finds me and dares come as close to me… I’d just– -” he sighs, he wouldn’t really, he couldn’t think what would come of such encounter. “As I’ve always thought, I’m not the man I am because of him. He has no right to hear me calling him father.”

She blamed the movie they had been watching for the topic coming up.  The hatter sighed softly, because she had her issues with her own parents, so she could understand.  What surprised her were the emotions that she was picking up from Drew.  Anger -- the sharp sting of it, was something new to feel from him.  It made her wondering what had happened to ever make him so angry.

Hearing the continued tone from Drew, she finally stood up, moving in front of him.  Hatta placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly squeezing it.  There were no words for a moment, so all she did was to hug him tightly, leaning over so that her face buried into his hair.