Re: Log: Iris/Hatter
Healthy. Unhealthy. Those weren't words he understood, or could tell the difference between. Everything just was. Maybe his fixation on her was unhealthy. Maybe her sense of freedom in this place was healthy. Or the opposite. It was one of those things he never questioned, and had no interest in starting to question. If he wanted to do something, he did it. It was a simple way of doing things. Nonsense, yes, and meant to be fun. Their Wonderland was a bit darker than the book, it had plenty of twists and turns, but it was still a place of wonder.
"Course it likes you. I like you." He wasn't Wonderland, but he was a piece of it. He saw her smile and laugh again, and that only spurred him on for the chase. It would seem that it was recklessness, the way he moved, but there was an underlining caution. Hatter didn't want her to get hurt, so he wasn't running her hard, but still, keeping her heart beat up, making her move. Making her feel. She'd run out of her last door panicked, well it didn't always have to be that way. There were places to run from, and places to run to.
When they moved through his fence and at the wide open table, he was breathing heavily too, and laughing at the same time. The tea table was the best known part of his place, although with the giant cupboard the size of a big wall, where all the teas were stored. But Hatter had a house too, a short walk away, around the hedges. It was as strange and mismatched as him, and hectic, not well taken care of. Probably old too. But it worked. It fit. The table was just where he spent most of his time, he forgot about the house sometimes.
Hatter was practically giggling when they stopped there and he looked over at her. Glowing and her hair a little off, and she looked right there. He was unpredictable, and he did what he wanted, and what he wanted to do was kiss her. So that's exactly what he did, tugging one of her braids affectionately to draw her in, and touching his lips against hers.