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[contemplativetraveller]

@senzafili ))

Chiron made his way right to Angie’s place, eager to give her his surprise. He had dressed himself as casually as he could manage given his wardrobe, a button down shirt and some nice pants. He had his hands behind his back as he stepped out from the transportalizer pad, careful to duck his head to avoid sticking his horns into anything.

“Angie? I hope I am not too early.”

[alicesought]

moved ! ( because legacy post! ) || @senzafili

♡♠♢♣ ⁀ His strange eyes jitter back and forth, back and forth, vibrate in place as they try to force still, glance at the rose, down at his tea, up at her tea, away from her eyes. But that's fine, that's fine, the Hatter often avoided eye contact. For multiple reasons.

He nods at their words, mouth gaping just slightly as though on the verge of needing to speak but never quite does, clearly very animated by their every word with how he frowned at the sad words and smiled at the words he liked to hear. The mere mention of not having any dreams they'd like to remember strikes like a dagger through his chest at first. All of his better judgement was unravelling, every waking thought of conspiracy, paranoid delusion seeping in. Every thing said, everything done, done in deliberate intent to harm. He was hurt-- SO hurt they chose to forget him. Then a pouting, pitying forgiveness granting sympathy at their mention of a hard world. They were perfect, they were helpless, something beautiful this world wanted to destroy-- just like all beautiful things! Up and down, up and down! Do they know they're pulling him asunder with every sentence? They must know, he decided, they must realize what they're doing to his heart, playing this endless game!

" But that isn't TRUE! " Abruptly the words tear from his mouth, the scrape of his chair against the ground as he stands, though he half laughs the words in just the way one does when they realize they sound mad. A hand goes to his head, impatiently flicking away the loose dark bangs that fell over his eye. " Y-you've had dreams ever since you were a little girl-- of course you have! Haven't you? E-even if you can't remember them, you must have, surely! " He's forgetting. Forgetting who she is-- what she even is for that matter-- the only answer he can stand to hear is who she is supposed to be. A human girl that once dreamed him up. Every slight deviation from that story in his mind caused painful aches, torture to his nerves. And the flowers, the flowers were beginning to make accusations he was desperate to prove wrong.

" Please... my silly girl, I beg you... haven't you any idea how long we have been playing this game? " It was obvious now that Tetch was unwell even despite his desperation to cling to some semblance of composure, appearing somewhere between frightened and furious with the other, never quite certain which to feel but feeling it all so intensely. " I've played pretend, acted like just a new friend, but now the fun and games MUST end! I know who you are...There must be some part of you that still remembers! "

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[alicesought]

Dearest Angie,

To you, whom I've considered a good friend since first we met at our most joyous tea party, I write this sincerest and heartfelt apology. Though perhaps you'll say I have already, I've felt I just haven't done so properly. Though it is difficult to so much as wonder on the blackened memory of what transpired to tear our good graces asunder, and though I've no doubt that wounds are too deep to heal unscarred, I have only one message for this letter of which I hope is not untoward:

I want to be friends. --I do! and I don't like the thought that I made you unhappy. In the panic it seems we all got a bit mean and we got a bit snappy. But I loathe to lose any company so easily. I gave it a thought, and believe it or not, though I don't know who I was during that while, I know some part of me still wants to see you smile. If I've hurt you, I shall do what I can to make it impossible to happen again. I know this to be true: Sometimes there can be corners best left avoided in my madness, but I regret, most of all, that the way you learned this has caused you such sadness. I would go back to yesterday and start again if I could, my dear, but I can't. So I can only offer these words and what peace they may grant. But-- at least, to prove I'll keep our flower promise I've enclosed inside some tea. I used every bit of the flowers you gave me. And should you ordain we never have another tea party, I do wish you well, wherever your head may be. fairfarren; Jervis Tetch.

A handwritten letter sealed with the Mad Hatter's wax stamp, to: @senzafili

[alicesought]

@senzafili || moved.

He awaited this letter with the same baited breath but far higher hopes, certain now that they were destined to be friends one way or another. And as he opens the letter, a token of reassurance appears to him before he even glances the words. That curious scent. More bright yellow flowers. Perhaps that wouldn't be the last batch he'd make of that tea after all.

Dearest Angie,

I understand completely, rest assured, I haven't got a qualm. To hear you can forgive does all it needs to soothe me like a psalm. My mind was fraught, it's will is strong until it's not, what binds me together can sometimes knot, but nevermind all that. Yesterday drifts further away and another dream invites my stay. Why dwell! I'm so happy now and all is swell. I grow ever effervescent with every flowered letter you've sent.

I told you, My dear, I hate to lose friends. What I loathe most of all is unhappy ends. I come from the land of murderous carpenters and a screaming queen, I know of the cruel and I've seen the mean. I know you are not from that side. I shall forgive your faux pas if you can my attempted homicide. But, please understand my dearest friend Hare, the venom in his tongue is just how he shows care. Though he may declare that I beware, ( and you mustn't tell him I said so! ) I know deep down that affection for you is something we both share. I fear he's all the sense I have, he keeps me from wandering astray. But I only go against warning because I'm so certain we will all be okay. If only someday.

Perhaps this ragged heart is indeed still soft, albeit mad... Alas, I am still without Alice, that ridiculous girl, my goodness, how terribly sad. But a darling lady named Angie will still make for blessed company. My mind is forever half in Wonderland and never quite all there, but I think a touch more reality-- for a moment-- is possible and fair.

But my, what frabjous news to hear such patience from the Hare! You are formally invited as soon as can be! You're welcome to my table whenever you're free! Come see the birds, pet Dormouse, have tea! If you're still feeling down we can do what helps me; dance on the table about lobsters and the sea.

Cheery-bye and stop on by, Jervis Tetch.

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