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[isanitykeepsmeawake]

You make me crazy- just standing there perfectly, and me standing across from you all awkward and stuff. Trying and failing to pluck up the courage to go over there and talk to you. Why the fuck is this so hard?

But wait, why are you walking towards me with your sharp eyes? Do you feel the same as I do?

“You keep watching me.” He says to you and by GOD why does he have to speak with a drop dead sex infused baritone?

“I’ve never been watched before... or maybe your just getting your revenge.” He finishes teasingly, your eyes finally meet his and he smiles. Hot. Fucking. Damn is this a dream??

“She looks at me!” You finally decide to open your mouth.

“What do you mean ‘get revenge’?” His eyes twinkle as the smile widens.

“For all the times I was watching you...” He answers, leaning closer to your face... that’s when you realize ‘I am so screwed’ before your lips meet his in a heated kiss.

End

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Unknown Timeline

She wasn’t trying to avoid him. Really that would be ridiculous, and she’s killed people for looking at her. But the separation was starting to take a toll on her- physically and magically.

‘It’s not enough, if I keep doing this I’m not going to make it...’

She thinks, holding onto a nearby tree for support- suddenly she picks up a familiar scent and her body starts to feel less heavy.

‘He’s here. In Wonderland.”

And with that realization she runs toward him. It dawns on her that she is heading towards the Queen of Hearts castle. She freezes in place, her ears twitching to follow the conversation that is taking place. She can distinguish two voices- one belonging to the Queen’s confidant and one belonging to him, then nothing but a burning pain on her neck. Touching it she feels a clean cut scar around it. One that does not belong to her and her heart breaks at the screams of pain and agony, the pleads for mercy that go unanswered as they drag him away. She want’s nothing more than to move and avenge him- the fury so hot in her veins at the audacity of these people, that they dare touch what belongs to her in such a vile way, but she cannot move- frozen even. As if someone has taken her heart and ordered her to stay where she is.

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Unknown Timeline

“I have counted the times I’ve seen you in the same places that I’m in and it’s too many to be labeled as coincidence. Are you following me?” says a familiar male voice behind her, she knew he was here before he even realized where he was himself. 

“What are you doing here?” giving no explanation she keeps her back turned to him. 

He sighs in frustration “Cheshire, what are you doing in Oz.?”

Finally she turns to him with a glass of spirit and a smirk on her face obviously directed at him.

“Jefferson. It seems you’ve made a name for yourself since last we met- Realm Jumper. I had no idea you were in Oz, come to collect something for one of you’re many connections?”

She says, tossing back her drink with a sour face. “Oz spirits always taste sour. No matter how many times you drink it.”

Jefferson says nothing as he takes her next drink, inhaling it.

“You’re not supposed to drink it. You’re supposed to inhale.”

Cheshire watches him with a scoff. “I knew that.” she speaks, her tone heavy with sarcasm. He takes no notice of the jab and puts the drink down looking at her.

“Why are you following me?” He questions with a tilt of his head, she looks away from him and stares at the wall of the near empty tavern.

“I am not following you… merely doing business with the Caterpillar. There is some information he wants from the ‘Wizard’ about a potential threat that may invade Wonderland. However enough about me- what is it your benefactor want’s from this Realm?” She says turning to him with a wry curl of her lips, tail and ears twitching.

Jefferson shrugs nonchalantly. “Dorothy’s ‘Red Slippers’. I didn’t ask why- that’s not my information to know. All my job entails is to get those shoes and deliver them.” He looks at the pocket watch on his waistcoat and whistles. “And looks like its almost time to go, no doubt I’ll see you around Cheshire. If you want to see me again all you have to do is be around for tea. So until Tea Time.”

And with a tip from his hat he strides out the door tapping his fingers on it, a form of excitement she’s learned watching him walk out. Going back to her spirit she tosses it back with another sour expression.

‘Oz spirit’s, always so sour.’ she thinks, waving her hand for another.  

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Unknown Timeline

A young Cheshire wanders the Enchanted Forest scenting the area trying to find a place to rest for the night. 

“None of these tree’s interest me.”

she mumbles kicking a dead branch out of her way, sharply she looks up smelling a strange scent.

“What- who is that coming from?”

she moves west heading towards the smell, her ears and tail twitch in anxiousness. Blood suddenly mixes with the scent and she rushes with a fury unknown to her. She breaks though a treeline to see a young man- around 22 lying on the ground blood pooling from his head.

“Sights!”

her traitorous mouth says. She crouches to his level assessing his injury.

‘He’s pale- hes losing too much blood’

muttering to her self and without thinking she lays her palm on the wound, a green light glows from her skin as the blood burns off him. Taking her hand off his head to find the wound healed with a small pink scar just below his hairline. He groans in pain and opens his eyes slowly.

“Where am I?”

The question comes from his mouth groggily as he tries to sit up, giving a hand she steadies him.

“Would you be careful-” she scowls”I just saved you from bleeding to death.” She finishes with a huff. 

He turns to face her as if forgetting that she was there.

“I apologize, thank you for saving my life. May I ask who you are?”

Without warning her hand thrusts into his chest and withdraws, taking his heart with it. He gasps in pain as she holds it out in front of her, a feeling of warmth in the back of her mind stops her in horror.

‘The makings of a bond-’ she thinks ‘Impossible.’

The man to whom the heart belongs to watches her in fear than looks at his heart, she also looks at it. One part fascination, one part disgust mulling over her options.

All she had to do was crush the heart that laid in her open palm. However one glance to his face and she knew she couldn’t- wouldn’t take his life, but she could protect it. Protect him. 

Placing the heart back in his chest she breathes as the bond washes over her.

“I am Cheshire. And you are?”

She answers trying not to give away the euphoric feeling of the bond in her words. He answers her in awe.

“Jefferson. Jefferson Hatter.”

[isanitykeepsmeawake]

This is the gift of life- a single breath being passed from you to your most treasured person.

A passionate kiss between passionate lovers.

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“You have the potential to be better Demon, don’t let your past hinder your future...” 

He said watching Demon from his peripheral view. The person in question says nothing as he gazes stonily towards the fading horizon.

“Jackson, while I appreciate the concern I already know what I have to do.” 

And with that he vanishes in a thick black smoke.

[isanitykeepsmeawake]

I crave chocolate... and you- but mostly chocolate.

True love... and you as well I suppose.

[isanitykeepsmeawake]

The MOON is my MOTHER, keeping a FIRM but LOVING eye on my every STEP.

Midnight Wolf thoughts