The wicked soul || Alice (not a weed)
Hatter turned his gaze away once more, hearing her talk about the chances he hadn’t taken. Annoyed, why was he angered for really? The truth shoving into his face that he could have gone but he had doubted his decisions? You could have stayed. The point seemed to wither from the conversation nonetheless and so he did not speak a word about it.
His view was blurred with embitterment, he could no see far from the nearer events and his poisoned thoughts that didn’t let him settle in new ideas. He could not see the way she looked at him, no worry nor surprise, nothing but the darkness of his soul and himself.
Those blue eyes staring at him, Hatter made the best to avoid them as he kept on checking out every bottle and looking at the people around moving to do their jobs. He needed to do his, maybe that reunion was taking more time than expected, he mused.
"I wish you luck with that… Yes, still in the business, there was some tea outside the Casino, lucky am I not?" he smirked, giving a glance around his domain.
The grin fell to a straight line as she approached him, brown eyes holding those scrutinizing blue ones and then that question that he didn’t want to hear. Was she trying to make him feel bad?
Those still in the addiction of tea had no idea what was going on around them but his workers kept wandering around, peering an eye on the matter and listening discreetely. Hatter glared at the first man that bumped into another just because they were paying attention and see what they could get of the conversation.
"What are you doing? Go back to work! None of your business!” the hat man yelled, face turning slowly to Alice, not really softening his features. “Privacy, well then. To my office, enough silence and not a gossipy around” he remarked turning to the stairs. “Follow me” Hatter had managed to avoid the subject, but he knew sooner or later she’d ask him again.
Alice watched him, her eyes widening sadly as he yelled at one of them men in the room. They were listening... of course they were. Who wouldn't when someone who used to be so different. He was never cruel. But now... the way he looked at her, at those around him... the way he spoke the way he moved.
Something was wrong, alright. Alice had been correct in thinking that. Whatever it was though... it wasn't something wrong with Wonderland as she'd initially thought... no, Wonderland may not be perfect but no world ever was. What was wrong in this situation was Hatter. Something was wrong and Alice was going to fix it.
She nodded, waving for him to lead the way, she assumed to his office but she would be proved right or wrong when they got there. She'd let him have his few moments of reprieve, perhaps to figure out the answer to her question. Because she would ask again, she wanted to know why. She needed to know why.
And by the looks of it, she needed to make him think about that. About her. About what they could have had. What they could be... She knew it was a question that could have more reasons than she understood. She knew there was probably... something that held him back. There had to be. Why else would he stay here?
