Re: Log: Iris/Hatter
She'd expected the dark, silent halls of the hotel, empty and nearly echoing, threadbare carpets and dust. She'd expected to have to find an empty room, one without another world attached, and sit there to think until she came up with answers. But her first steps on that carpet were greeted by a familiar voice and a flurry of movement toward her. His eyes were clearer than they sometimes were (she remembered that from her previous times with him in Wonderland), and she blinked up at him, startled and confused at first.
"For me?" By the time she responded, he'd already drawn her in, wrapped arms around her in an embrace. She stayed tense and uncertain for a long moment before the scent - familiar jacket, familiar tea - sunk its way into her brain and allowed her to let out a long, slow breath. She relaxed just enough to lean into the hug, awkward in not knowing quite what to do with her arms, unused to the contact. She finally lifted one hand and patted lightly at his side, returning the contact even if it was still awkward.
"Your dresses wouldn't be appropriate there. They would cause a scandal." She remembered the last dress of his that she'd worn, nothing beneath it because it was comfortable that way and Wonderland had stolen what inhibitions she usually had. The fabric had been a dark blue until she'd woken up with holes in it and covered in blood. She wasn't certain what Lucia had done with it once it was pulled off and set to the side. She had a feeling that it had been burned, not even suitable to be cleaned to use as rags.