♙ || Where's your head?

independent && rarely active hamish ascot of alice in wonderland on the CONTRARY, i find it INVIGORATING. written by hap

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Alice Kingsleigh

Too small

Rude!!!

Is bad at poetry

Doesn’t know how to spell!

Chases poor rabbits.

Cries to much.

Toppled a working government.

I don’t like her. 

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+ alice

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For each second that ticked, another button had come undone, similar to Hamish’s composure. His eyes feasted on the show she was giving him. Then, the moment of truth came, and he leaned forward, straining against his binds. Her shirt- which was actually his shirt (his shirt !), was opening and revealing, her self plunging down to meet him--!

And she stopped to give him a look of expectancy. What a tease. The simplicity of the look was so similar, but so fired and different than any other look she had given him. 

But what did she want him to give her...?

Wait.

“My d-darling, catching them would require my hands. However, at the moment they are rather preoccupied.” His stutter originating from his fear of the possibility of her wanting him to beg, and, to be blunt, his utter arousal. “May I suggest, perhaps, you bring them to me?”

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" Don't you have dreams? Why do you have to take away hers? "

“Oh, my dear, marriage is a relationship of give and take! You’ll understand once you find a gentleman to take care of you.”

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+ alice

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His head rolled to the other side, and his nose wrinkling at her knowing tone. Damn biology. 

Feeling over exposed and thoroughly embarrassed, he realized that in some small, God awful part of him, he was enjoying the humiliation. What was wrong with him. Why had he consented to this. But their safety word, quadrille, never reached his tongue. And unthinkingly, he turned his head back to her.

He noticed a small hint of fading blush, making the room too hot for his comfort. Had she been blushing? Was it just too hot in the room? Why was his mind racing with absurd and pointless question? Questions. She had asked him a question.

“Wait, what? I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.”

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+ hightopp

Slender, nimble fingers drummed rhythmically against the tea table, bright green eyes flicking curiously over the stranger. Tarrant could be very observant when he applied himself. The man standing across from him was dressed very smartly, he had to admit. The fabrics were of very fine quality, though the craftmanship was dull and completely ordinary. Ordinary, he thought, was the lowest of insults he could think of. He’d never say so, of course– it was very rude to make personal remarks. Almost as rude as not sitting down when one was invited to tea. “Well, won’t you take a seat? I don’t suppose you take your tea standing upright like that.”

Hamish’s lip curled, but settled at his attempt at staying poise. The man on the other end of the table’s address to him was difficult to scoff at. Of course, anyone who had such an... unpleasent... no, ghastly was the only way to describe it, outward appearance was sure to be work. 

“Well, I’ll take that as your introduction, sir. My name is Lord Ascot. And I have learned better than to drink tea from strangers.”

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+ alice

Frowning, Alice watched how he groaned at a worrisome thought, then positioned himself next to her and let his hand hover over hers. When he retreated his hand, Alice frowned so deeply, a line formed between her brows until he spoke again.

Pressing her eyes closed, Alice was silent for a moment, letting his ridiculousness sink in. Because it was ridiculous, it was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard. Worry made place for anger, as she was quite about to loose her temper.

“Best for whom?” Her words were slow so there would be no room for misinterpretation.  “You…” Alice clenched her jaws together, counting to 5 before she continued. “You would really do this only because of your Mother’s wishes?”

Alice huffed and shook her head. “What about your wishes? What about mine?”

His mouth gaped, trying to find develop an answer, but there came none. The anger and frustration she had pent up and building sent tension into his shoulders. A rush of panic went to his head until she calmed. His shoulders didn’t leave his ears, though. 

“M-my wishes?” His life was set out before him, why would he need to do such a task as wishing? Alice was a dreamer, he knew, but he assumed her fantasies were of impossible things like flying, or the confidence of denying one’s mother grandchildren. “My- My, Alice, I don’t...” 

He had no wishes.

However, she did. And she was his, by recent circumstance. So wouldn’t it make sense that her wishes were his wishes? Their wishes? He frowned. That wasn’t in the list of things he had prepared to share with Alice. Most things that were considered ‘their’s’ now, he admitted to still wanting to refer to as ‘his’. But if Alice had something he didn’t, then sharing did sound advantageous.

“Alice, our wishes will come soon enough. And wouldn’t you believe it only fair to help someone else’s wishes be granted before your own?” And ah, what a fantastic idea he had. “Didn’t your father use to say that it was more important to do things for others than yourself? Hm?”

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+ queen mirana

“Oh, why did you not say so earlier?” Mirana glided over to him, taking his arm. “I will be delighted. What do you wish to see first?” 

“Though I do hear that the gardens are very lively in this world, I would very much like to see your throneroom. However I don't know Marmoreal as well as you do. Whatever Your Majesty believes to be her favorite would do nicely.”

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+ alice

Alice had to bite her bottom lip to keep from bursting into laughter. Even after all her planning, she could not have anticipated how much fun seeing Hamish like this - but she would not give that away.

“Be honest with yourself.” She mused her expression into a smirk again as she went over to the end of the bed and grabbed his ankle. “Does not one thing of this excite you?”

Her wicked smirk and emphasizes on a simple word had rendered him speechless. A rare occasion indeed. However, even rarer, from his neck to his ears turned into a rosy shade. Blushing was not something Hamish was ever fond of. But the worst thing of the entirety of it all: he had grown.

Not in the mental or physical way. Well, yes, physical, but not in his height. How demeaning of himself too. An erection at this moment and time entirely gave him away. There was no chance at denying the excitement she did bring to him. So instead he pouted, and looked away. These ropes better not leave any burns or Alice would never hear the end of it.

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So I saw ATTLG today and I walked in believing Hamish’s faces couldn’t get better than the last movie.

I was wrong

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Guys… I love this movie, please go see it.

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