#pedig

Their looks

He hesitated, always, to ever express the sheer amount of thought he dedicated to their looks. Even now he fretted how such unprompted comment on their appearance might seem uncouth. It's why he sometimes found himself having to tear his eyes away for fear of growing too dumb to talk. She's a vision from a dream! He's certain that when he closed his eyes and thought of her... she was that blurry memory, waiting for him in the garden. Please know the discipline it takes to not gasp out how her hair cascades like a waterfall turned golden by the afternoon, silhouetting a face so set aglow by their faintest Mona Lisa smile he might mistake it for the moon on a starless night. The Hatter has been known to fall in love at first sight, so is it any wonder that the sight of her nearly drove him mad with confliction?

Their personality

Their is a word-- to mollify-- it means to soften. He often wondered if she was named after the very word. To soothe, to calm, to pacify, it was a gift she seemed to have-- or moreso a hold she claimed so tightly only over him, like a spell. And it was with that spell that he could boil with such intensity, grow so angered so deranged with madness that he could swear he felt the smoke pouring from his very mouth... and yet he would slowly, steadily, force himself to choke on it all. if she held him so gently and spoke so sweetly that she painted a state of mind so entirely tempting, he would long to be in it with them more than he ached to let the steam out. He would smile for her, he would be good as best he could, if it meant she would smile back.

Kindness seemed to be stitched into every seam of their being, at least-- to him. Any sadness in her was placed in her unfairly by a world that wants to destroy her because it always destroys good things. But he's certain, and he's said as much-- there is a muchness to her. She's mad. She must be, or she wouldn't have come.

And who they are to my muse

Something he's been looking for, for so long. A missing piece to a puzzle in his mind, a long damaged painting restored. A happy ending. She can do no wrong, the world can only do wrong around her. He will bend the world until it's right.

+ Etc!

He's still careful, not quite as worry free as he is with Jonathan. Forgive him, he must be. He'll fall to ruins if he makes a mistake. Sometimes he scolds himself. He forgets her real name. He says " A-- Ah-- um... Molly! "