Post by Jefferson on Oct 29, 2012 3:16:09 GMT -5
Where is the fair Queen,
That has been put off her tea?
That does not need her Hatter to be seen?
Or pays him mind when he sees,
Exactly the person she never wanted to be?
Does she detest the poor Hatter who gives up his heart?
Where is the Queen of Kindness, what has happened to thee?
Does she realizes she's ripping his world apart?
The Hatter misses her smiling face,
He remembers the caress of her hand, and the softness of her kiss,
The poor Hatter stands alone at the party, yearning for her embrace,
But the Queen puts him out of her mind with her own fantasized bliss.
The tea grows cold, and the table lay bare,
As the Hatter cries out with a broken heart filled with despair.
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Written in English styled Sonnet, "The Lonely Hatter," By Jefferson. [/Quill]
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Jefferson stared at the piece of parchment before him. He sat in his workroom, surrounded by hats and the eerie silence of a seemingly empty house. Grace had been put to bed hours ago, Jefferson didn't bother to even look at the clock. His mind was elsewhere as his hand was possessed by the quill he held. Call him old fashioned, but he enjoyed the sound of a quill scratching against parchment paper when he wrote.
And he'd been doing a lot of writing lately.
Mountains of crumbled up papers smeared with ink lay around the overflowing waste bin near his desk. All failed attempts at writing, but writing what?
He'd just finished a poem, but about what, and for whom? That was an easy answer, but one he would not voice openly. For who could ever love a Mad Hatter? His daughter perhaps, and his dearly departed wife, but an Evil Queen?
She no longer held love in that black heart, only hatred for Snow and the rest of the folk here. If he brought up their past she'd shoo him away, and with magic back that'd be much easier for her to do. His slammed his fist into the desk, but not too loudly so Grace wouldn't hear.
He quickly stood up and began to pace the room. He left the paper untouched, the words still echoing in his mind. There was no doubt about it, he knew it was true. He still harbored feelings for Regina Mills, and they were floating over him like a cloud of guilt.
But why should he be the guilty one? She left him to die. He lost her head because of her and was left in Wonderland to rot! And she knew, she knew! She left him there, so called best friend, to die in that land under her mother's rule.
But he was here now, with Grace, and a lifted curse. With magic flowing throughout the land and more social problems than anyone could count, especially towards Regina. She was getting run out of town.
He looked back at the poem, before he folded it and stuffed it into an envelope he had on the desk. He didn't address it, only wrote one word, "Ginny" on the front of the envelope, and drew a small hat on the back flap.
It was probably quarter to four when Jefferson left the house, making sure Grace was still asleep. No one dared steal from one another here, not with Prince Charming running the show.
He walked all the way to Regina's house, right up to her front door. He crouched, slipping the sealed envelop under the door, then rose and rang the door bell three times as well.
He then made a break for it, getting out of sight in case he had managed to wake Regina. He knew she would know who sent it, it'd be like the others he'd send little Ginny before she became big bad magic loving Regina.
He jogged home as quickly as possible, getting inside and locking the door behind him. Once again he checked that Grace was asleep, kissing her forehead before adjusting her sheets. He then moved to his own bedroom, but not before making sure all the lights were off.
He changed immediately upon entering the bedroom, then slipped under the bedsheets and stared at the ceiling. Did he really just do that? Write Regina an old love poem like he did when they were young and give it to her at around four in the morning?
Yes, yes he did....and he regretted nothing.
Not an open topic, but if anyone wants to post they can, don't know why you would though. Just really needed to get out feels before I exploded, also wanted to write poetry for some reason....well for Jefferson at least haha....ah..I have shipping problems...Meeks I'm making this worse.
