July 26, 1951 - Alice in Wonderland premieres in England
"Probably Frollo. He’s gross."
"Oh, dear, um… Kill Thack. Marry Absolem, because he probably wouldn’t mind me, you know, divorcing him, which leaves… dock Mally."
((Tare Bears in a funk. Maybe some anons could help? :3 ))
"Well, thank you, then, because you gave it to me."
((Oh, positive’s a bit of a stretch, but quirky, yes :) ))
Send me “✤” for my muse’s reaction to yours taking them stargazing.
"Can I take the blindfold off yet?" She smiled, giving Tarrant’s hand a squeeze as he led her to the “surprise” he had planned. Part of her was a bit upset at the request, how many times did meteor showers hit on a night that was cloudless anyway? And he chose today for a surprise. Although, she was sure any surprise from Tarrant would be better than the meteor shower, but she had still wanted to see it the slightest bit nonetheless.
"I have to sneeze and the blindfold’s coverin’ my nose." She laughed, almost stumbling over something on the ground as she almost trotted to keep up with the man she assumed to be in front of her.
"Oh. All right, then that worked out well." He shrugged, lying back down and pulling her back to him. "Don’t be sorry."
"It worked out perfectly.”Anna finally smiled again, resting her head on his chest and bringing one hand to trace random pictures on his abdomen. "The perfect night spent with the perfect guy." She murmured to herself, lifting her head long enough to give him a grin.
"Love you, Tare." She rested her head back on his chest before a flash of light caught her eye. "Did’ja see that’un?"
Tarrant had been lazily watching her fingers skim over the fabric of his shirt, a hum of contentment vibrating in his throat, when the falling star whizzed above them. He looked up frantically, searching the shy before pouting. “I missed it.”
"Cheer. I thought it might help you." He said, pushing it a little closer to her. "How are you?"
"Cheer," she echoed. She didn’t take it. "I’m not sure I want any cheer right now." She sighed, pulling her hand from her mouth. "Still…
"Either one." He answered, scooting a little closer and placing his hand atop hers.
"Did accidentally breaking involve throwing it? You and Thack weren’t having it out again were you?"
"I did. I got a few shards in my hands, so I thought I’d bind them." Tarrant shrugged. "It’s not too bad. I’ve been worse."
"You cleaned them out first, right?" She didn’t mean to sound like she was talking down at him, but worry certainly made it that way.
"Yes, of course." He nodded. "I just didn’t want to smear blood on anything."
"That shouldn’t be your first thought, Tarrant. I was more concerned about the fact that you were hurt and could get an infection."
The Hatter nodded. “That, too.”