#ofmadnessandtea

Had it been quite this bad before? That was something Tarrant had been asking himself more and more lately; but this time, he was sure it was getting worse. Even he wasn’t sure what had brought it on - but almost without warning, his mind had darkened, green eyes fading to orange and then to red. He could almost feel the heat of flames, hear the screams of his people and the roars of that terrible creature.

Acting purely on instinct in his fit of madness, the Hatter lashed out, Outlandish curses tumbling from his lips. It wasn’t until after he had destroyed his workshop that he finally came to, and found himself having sank to the ground with his back against the wall. Fabrics had been torn, tools thrown here and there; and at the sight of crimson staining his sleeves he was suddenly very aware of the fact that his hands had been cut open in the process.

However, he didn’t register any pain just yet; he felt numb. Tarrant barely noticed as he got to his feet, stepping around the mess he had made and leaving the door wide open as he wandered out into the hall. He stared blankly at the ground as he walked; what time was it? How long had he spent sitting there? It could’ve been seconds, it could have been hours; he truly didn’t know.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent walking either, but when he finally looked up, he knew exactly where his feet had led him. A hand lifted to knock at her door, though it was more of a gentle tapping. His gaze now focused on his fingers; stained by mercury, and now by his own blood as well. Had his hands been shaking quite this hard the entire time? Think, Tarrant.

Words that began with the letter M. Malicious… malevolence… madness…

“…M-Miri.”

As her fingers twitched over the parchment, Mirana stared blankly at the movements of the illustrations of the Frabjous Day. She may have gone over the Oraculum at least a dozen times that moment as she could not sleep a wink since she had acquired it. Before she would go over it again, she heard faint tapping on her door. She placed the Oraculum back on her desk and glided over to the door, opening it. A small smile curved her lips seeing Tarrant there. However, it immediately faded as she saw his hands were covered in blood, crimson flowing heavily. 

Tarrant quite enjoyed the opportunity to work at his trade as he used to, especially when he worked under the White Queen - a delightful experience indeed, as he remained right where he felt at home. His friends, and now family, were all happily nearby; even he couldn’t dream of a happier place to be.

The Hatter was glad to be where he was, and had decided that in order to show Mirana just how happy he was, that he would surprise her with a new hat! After all, she did seem to enjoy his creations.

He had been working hard for a while now, focused completely on the project in hand; the sooner he finished, the better. Stained fingers worked nimbly with the soft white fabric, his movements quick but careful. A mistake would simply not do.

His attention was drawn away from the hat, however, when he heard the door to his workshop open. Green eyes lifted to see none other than Mirana entering, no doubt curious as to what has kept him inside longer than he could usually stand to be. Tarrant quickly covered his work and hurried around the table to meet her at the door.

“My dear Mirana!” Before she could question him, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a kiss, using it as an opportunity to pull her out of the workshop and close the door behind them. Once the door had closed he broke away, a bright grin lighting up his pale face. “It is an absolute delight to see you, I should like us to go on a walk together! Some fresh air would do us both a world of good, I think.”

Mirana did not expect such a greeting as she giggled into Tarrant’s kiss before he pulled away. She grinned at the invitation taking his arm. “Excellent idea, my darling. You were in your work room far much longer than usual. I hope you are not working yourself too hard again.” She gave him a slight glare as she could not help but feel concerned. For once, Underland has been at peace and full of prosperity as of late, she did not wish for her Hatter to feel the need to overwork himself. She understood it was quite an adjustment being able to focus on his work, rather than a revolution.

“Hatter!” Mirana yelled out as she had him pinned to the ground, her usual gentle nature had been forgotten for the sake of calming him down. “Hatter!” She repeated until his gaze had turned to his usual green hue. Loosening her grip, she remained on top of him in case he would fall back into his madness. 

intimacy . // meme .

“Not that I would ask you to.” Mirana whispered back with a grin as she stared off into the sunset from her balcony. A moment ago, she did not expect Tarrant to be there, holding her from behind. She let out a content sigh. Never before has she felt so safe in anyone’s arms. It had only been a few days after Underland has rusted over and nearly ceased to exist, it were moments like these she had to cherish.

“How are you fairing, my Hatter?”

@ofmadnessandtea

Recently when Daniel had returned to Underland, he had gotten in a bit of an argument with his father. It was nothing big really, so Daniel didn’t think much of it. However, after he had spent a much longer time in the Overworld before returning, the argument got even more fueled.

“So.... Let me get this straight father, you’re saying that you don’t want me to have my own life or am I wrong here? You made me this hat for a reason, so that I could have my own life and yet now you’re going back on your statement? Why can’t I just be a musician like I want to?” He asked, narrowing his eyes as he felt his Madness starting to trickle through, his brown eyes slightly flickering orange.