Wrong first impression | Grace & Hatter
“Stop all this…” The sounds and pleadings of wonderlanders still reached his ears, it didn’t matter that he was almost at the further room in the Tea House. He had a throbbing headache, caused by the desperation that the noises and Dormouse’s voice generated and nagged him so greatly. His tea, a blessing for these matters he thought, a little bit of serenity to keep his spirits calm and away from anger. The hot yellow liquid warmed the cup that he was cradling between his hands, his eyes closed as he breathed.
“One bottle… two bottles… three bottles…” he repeated in his mind until he reached ten letting the air go out of his lips slowly. The first thing he saw, that shelve where some bottles of feelings stayed, tempting him always to take a little bit. He couldn’t do it, he had to resist to that colorful liquids… There was no feeling he hadn’t tried already, he knew each single distilled emotion that was brought to the Tea House. He was the main seller at the end, someone had to take care of proving the product. There had been someone to prove them instead, shame his heart wasn’t strong enough to bear them… Poor little heart of his, so weak.
When his lips pressed against the edge of the cup a knock made him jolt off his seat. "What did they want this time? Hadn’t he been clear that he wasn’t interested in receiving anyone today? "Be nice..." he mumbled to himself. "Come in..."