CHAPTER TWO: Meish in Different Clothinglies
The kiss was sweet, just a little peck on the cheek, but I loved it just the same. It was right, it fit, it was…us. I smiled sweetly at him, feeling the blush creep across my cheeks like a thousand miniscule red-coated soldiers.
"You're cheeks are red."
"Yours are too," I reminded him.
"Mine are always red."
He smiled at this and stroked my cheek with his thumb. I couldn't believe he was here. It was impossible. But then again, one must always believe in the impossible. Heck, I fell down a rabbit hole, I grew, I shrank, I was stuffed into a tea pot, I slayed the Jabberwocky! Impossible was no longer in my vocabulary.
"I missed you."
"You were gone for a day," the Hatter pointed out.
"A day without you," I reminded him.
"So this is your…househome?"
"Mmhmm," I nodded, "My aunt's actually. When father died, my sister and I were sent to live with her. She's a bit of a nuisance but I suppose that she means well. Before I arrived in Wonderland the other day, she had a proposal arranged for me."
"He was some wretched Duke and she expected me to wed him."
"Wed? As in…marryage?"
"As in marryage," I nodded, "but I said no. I just couldn't. He wasn't the right person for me, and I wasn't the right person for him. I detest the thought of having to marry someday. If I fall in love, that'd be fine, but I am not going to marry a man just to gain social status."
"I don't plan on it," I looked him up and down, his clothing was hardly acceptable for the aristocracy. It did not matter to me what he was wearing or how he appeared, but if he would be staying here with me, I would have to find him something new to wear. My aunt would send him off to an asylum.
"Hatter, would you mind terribly if I were to get you some new clothing? My aunt...."
He nodded, seeming to understand me perfectly.
"Wait here, please."
He agreed, and I snuck in my uncle's bedroom. My aunt had, as suspected, kept all of his old clothes – shirts, pants, jackets, vests, shoes. Everything my Hatter would need to more easily blend in. I quickly returned to the writing room and saw him playing with the globe. He had unhinged the thing and was kicking the orb back and forth between his feet.
"Hello!" He said, upon seeing me in the doorway.
"Try these on. I won't look."
He winked at me, took the clothes, and I turned to face the wall. I felt bad about making him into this acceptable thing. He was the Hatter, my Hatter, and he was perfect at being him, not at being someone else.
"I feel stiff."
I turned to see him. He was dressed in white pants, a pale blue shirt, a white riding jacket, and white dress shoes. He did look out of place, especially with his too-high starched collar. It just wasn't him. I frowned.
"You do not like it?" He asked, his accent thick.
"I just miss…you."
"It's still me, I am still meish. Just in different clothinglies. Look, I can still…."
And with that, he broke out into his jig.