In Style 10/6 | Hatter & Alice
His eyes sparked with his interest at the idea. Surely they had both been thinking it for quite some time, but the relief of the words being brought to life came with a new sense of freedom and weightlessness. Alice was choosing him. She wasnât choosing her family, or marriage, or even this Upperland she had been so accustomed to. She was choosing him.
With a smile wider than the ocean, Hatter beamed at Alice and chuckled. âThat is the best idea I have heard all day. I do, however, hope that you remember the way.â He laughed again. âI appear to have made a rhyme.â
Tarrant began to absentmindedly graze her hand with his thumb. He noticed the softness, the gentle, and the caring she possessed and the smile could not escape him. Letâs run away together. The words played over and over in his head and in his heart. âI would love to run with you.â
A smile wider than Chessurâs appeared on Aliceâs lips as she choked a laugh. âYes I do and yes you did.âÂ
Alice felt something within her brewing. Something warm, something nice. Better than nice. It was restless too, suddenly Alice didnât want to sit down and hold hands. She wanted to still that chaos, she wanted more.Â
Taking initiative, she got up. Connected by their hands, she pulled him up as well and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. Pressing her cheek against his chest, she heard his heartbeat beating vigorously, never faltering a beat. She inhaled his scent, felt the buttons of his waistcoat on her cheeks and pressed closer into the brewing feeling. It had not gone, on the contrary, it had only increased. She wondered if Hatter felt the same.
Then Alice realised that this is where she aught to be. It didnât really matter if they went back to Underland or stay here. As long as she was with the Hatter, she would feel safe and loved.Â
The warm hug he had received was surprised in the best sense of the word. His nerves built up to his throat, or perhaps that was his heart, he couldn't tell. All Tarrant knew for sure was that he never wanted to leave this moment in time. As habitual and sewing, Hatter's arms found their way to her and he never wanted to let go. He knew now, surer than anything, that this was the happiest he had ever been.Â
His heart began to beat faster, both nervous and fulfilled. Alice had held onto the cloth of his jacket tighter and longer than he had ever expected, but it was okay. It was far more than "okay", it was serenity. With a gentle and unsure hand, he moved to her soft curls and began to gently stroke them. He loved the way her hair felt in his hands, the way it bounced as he dropped it gently. She was made of feathers and as strong as walls.Â
Unsure if she would pull away or not, Hatter's arms went back over her shoulders and his palms lay flat on her spine, squeezing just tightly enough for her to know that he never wanted this embrace to end.Â













