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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16
After dinner was over, no one really stuck around, everyone went off in their own directions. Alaric and Tempest made their way up the long stairs, quiet settling over them. They walked closely but not touching. He watched her from the corner of his eye, noticing her frown.
"Are you alright?" He asked, touching her shoulder.
She didn't answer, just wrapped her arms tightly around her chest. Her head turned away from, eyes drooped with sadness.
"Tempest?" He gently pulled her to a stop. "Talk to me."
"I'm afraid." She whispered, still not looking at him.
"Of what?" He lifted her chin so he could look into her blue tinted eyes. Her fear and sadness tugged so strongly at his heart he couldn't help but pull her into a hug. She waited a moment before wrapping her arms around his waist. "Talk to me, please."
"I'm scared." She sniffed a little, fighting her tears.
Alaric tightened his hold slightly. "Why? What are you scared of?"
"Everything," she pulled away. "I'm scared for my mother. And my father. I'm afraid for everyone here because Alice can't return. They all rely on her and the Oraculum has named her the champion again. But instead of her, you all got me. A wannabe hero." She turned away, squeezing her eyes to hold back the tears.
Alaric stepped up behind her had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into the warmth of his body. He lowered his head and whispered. "You are a hero."
"No, I'm not." She didn't open her eyes.
"Yes, you are. Ask Chess or Cas or Mally or Talon or their daughters. All of them will call you a hero for bringing back a member of their families." He began to sway slightly to comfort her. "Everyone else will claim you as a hero because you faced Jackson and won."
"I didn't." Slowly she turned to him, eyes shimmering with tears. "I… I froze. I'm afraid of him, Alaric."
"What?" He blinked at her.
"I'm scared of Jack." She turned away again. "I… I don't scare easily. Hell, I'm not even afraid of the Jabberwocky. Yes, I'm afraid to fight it only because of the possible outcome. If I lose then everyone suffers. But with Jack…" She hid her face in her hands. "I'm terrified."
"Tempest," he turned her so he could face her again, lifting her chin so their eyes could meet. "He's not getting you. I won't let him have you, no matter what."
"But-" She tried to intercede.
"No," he cut her off firmly. "Have faith in what I'm saying if in nothing else. I will never let him lay a hand on you again. You are safe here… with me. I'm not willing to lose you." He cupped her cheek.
"You don't really know me." She looked away. "And I don't know you."
"Then I want to learn everything I can about you." He whispered before kissing her. "I want you to tell me everything."
"Why?" She shook her head slowly. "My life is nothing great."
"We may have different views on that." He smiled. "Will you let me in? Show me who you really are?"
She sighed and met his eyes. "I never hide who I am. What you see before you is the real me."
"Then the real you has hidden secrets." His smile grew smug and he rested his forehead against hers. "I can see them in your eyes." His smile faded as he became gentler. "I know you said you feared the outcome of fighting the Jabberwocky but there's something bigger than the end there. What is it really?"
She dropped her head and shook it, closing her eyes. "It's stupid and I… I never really thought that I cared before…"
"What is it?" He frowned down at her.
Temp lifted her head again and met his eyes. "I fear letting everyone down. Not just here but in Overland, too."
Alaric smiled softly. "Tempest, that's normal for everyone. I have that fear too. I fear disappointing my parents and my people. But I draw strength on that and focused on not letting that fear take over." Gently he kissed her. "Don't let your fear control you, Temp. I'll be here to help… and so will your father and everyone else."
She smiled brightly up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. "You are just too great sometimes."
"Hm," his eye drooped a bit as he looked at her lips. "Care to show your appreciation?"
At first she blushed at his half joking remark but then realized she had nothing to really be embarrassed about with him. With a lazy shrug she kissed him again and let him lift her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. So caught up in the kiss she didn't notice they had made it to a room until her back came in contact with a door. Blindly she reached for the handle and opened the way.
Alaric growled in his throat as he kicked the door shut and carried her to the large bed. He liked holding her in his arms like this, it was something he could get used to. But with reluctance he laid her out on the bed, pinning her to the sheets with his body.
Her hands moved to his hair as he moved down her neck, hands working the buttons on her simple top. When he finally had the fabric open she squirmed under him, trying to free her arms. As she did that he pulled back and whisked his own shirt off. Once her arms were free, Temp sat up and placed a kiss on his chest, right over his heart. He moaned and she began to explore his chest, kissing every bit she could. Eventually she was able to pull him down and roll him underneath her.
As she straddled his waist, his hands found a resting spot high up on her thighs, gripping when she did something he really liked. All too soon for his taste she had made her way down to the waistband of his pants. She tugged the drawstring free and loosened the hold. With little difficulty she managed to push the fabric down far enough to release his lengthened member.
Gently she stroked its underside, causing Alaric to moan. Then curiosity got the better of her. Sure she had heard the tails about the male sex organ, she'd felt the pleasure it could give a woman first hand. But she'd always been curious on how it gave a male pleasure. The last time she learned that squeezing and stroking did wonders, but what else worked on driving a male… no, on driving Alaric crazy?
Her green eyes jumped to search his face, to see if he was going to deny her the pleasure of exploring her curiosity. By the glazy, desire filled look he was sporting that would be a no. Grinning to herself she slowly lowered closer to the slightly pulsing rode. Gods, he was huge and long. No wonder he could drive her mad, she'd heard many women say 'the bigger the better.' In this case, Alaric would be right at the top, not that she'd seen any other erect male members. (Yes, she had accidentally seen her cousins' and wished she hadn't)
Licking her lips she slowly began her exploration. First she circled her thumb around the small amount of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of his member. Next she moved to the underside of the mushroom shaped head, gently dragging her nail along a small portion of the shaft as she stroked the head. At his moan and gasp she moved down the shaft, encircling it with her fingers, and to the base. Her nimble fingers moved to the twin sacs and gently toyed with them.
"Tempest," Alaric groaned, arching slightly.
She looked up at him, grinning at the sight of him panting for her. When her eyes landed back on the very tip of his sex she couldn't help but wonder what he tasted like. Licking her lips again she lowered her mouth and ran her tongue over the head. Alaric arched further off the bed with a curse. Liking the slightly salty taste of him she did it again, only this time she moved to run her tongue up his hard shaft. She did that a couple times before kissing her way back down to the base and then to the sacs, where she very gently sucked on them.
When she finally pulled away from his sacs, Alaric was panting and gritting his teeth. She wasn't done though, something a peer had said struck her mind. She licked her lips, making sure they were wet, and took a deep breath. Then she slowly took him into her mouth. Alaric gave a slightly muted cry and tired to steady his hips, not wanting to hurt her by thrusting.
Temp didn't go far, shocked by the reaction she had just caused. But not too shocked to see what else could happen. Again she moistened her lips and took him in her mouth as far as she could without hurting herself. With one hand she covered the base of his shaft, and like last time, she slowly began to pump. With her mouth she began by dragging her tongue as she went up, nearly releasing him. That had him forcing his hips still and groaning.
"Suck…" he gasped between gritted teeth.
She paused for a second and looked up at him. Then she gave a good long test suck and he arched again, hips thrusting slightly and shocking her. When he game back down she did it again, this time lifting her head and releasing his member with an audible 'pop.' She grinned as his chest rose and fell in heaving pants. He looked up at her and she couldn't stop from grinning more.
This time when she took him in her mouth she was more confident. She slowly drew him in inch by inch while pulling back every once in a while. When he was as far as he could go she began to suck, alternating with her mouth and squeezing with her hand. When her rhythm began to increase she took more of him into her mouth, slightly stretching her mouth. When she felt it become too uncomfortable, her free hand sought out the twin sacs resting at the base of his member.
Alaric was being pushed almost to the point of no return. He had to stop her or he was going to break and he didn't want that without her. With difficulty he pulled her away from his throbbing member and back up to his mouth.
"Why did you stop me? You liked it." She frowned at him, showing her naiveness in what they were doing.
Alaric couldn't help but groan at the innocents to her question. He pulled her down roughly to kiss her before explaining. "Oh, I more than liked what you were doing but I couldn't take anymore. I wasn't finishing without you."
"Oh," She bBlinked widely at him before a mischievous grin covered her mouth. "Does that mean you can only go one round? 'Cause I've heard of some men going many, many rounds."
He blinked at her in shock before growling and rolling her beneath him. "You're not as innocent as you appear, are you?"
"Not anymore." She kissed his nose. "But I've heard things and read other things. You didn't answer my question."
He growled again and kissed her breathless. "That would depend on the day, how much I want it, and… who I'm with."
"Ah," she still gave a mischievous smile. "And right now you're afraid you won't last. Don't want to end up with the short stick, huh?"
"Tempest," as much as he wanted to be annoyed by her new found playfulness, he just couldn't be. "Keep taunting me and we'll see who lasts longer."
"Is that a promise?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him, unable to hide her growing smile. She laughed at his growl then gasped when he bit the top of her breast, his tongue running over it to sooth the sting. "Alaric,"
"My turn." His voice rumbled against her chest and she shivered in response. Lifting his head briefly he removed her bra and set to work on his pay back.
And he repaid her for all the pleasure she had given him. He began at her breast, sucking and nipping and massaging each of them until he was satisfied with her moaning response. Next he paid attention to her abdomen, kissing every inch of exposed flesh he could reach, including nipping at the insides of her forearms and her fingers. Then he stroked and nibbled on her thighs before finally lavishing her core, once he removed her pants and underwear.
First he used his tongue, simply lapping at her slit, before pushing a finger inside. He pumped a few times before adding another finger then his tongue. The sensations caused by the different motions of those fingers and his tongue had her nearly bowing off the matrices, hands buried deep in his hair. When he withdrew his tongue and added two more fingers she was gone. Her hips bucked by themselves, desperate to grasp that release just out of range.
But, just as she felt the beginnings of ecstasy wash over her, he stopped. Alaric removed his fingers and pulled back. When she was finally able to focus on him, he was lazily licking his digits clean, a smirk lifting one side of his mouth.
"Alaric…" She nearly groaned, hating the whimpering plea in her voice. "I need you."
"Good," He chuckled slowly covering her, held up on his arms. "I need you as well. Will you let me try a different… position?"
His brown eyes swirled and flashed with so much sexual hunger it was a wonder he could hold on for so long. Looking at that hunger Tempest knew she should be frightened but, somehow, she wasn't even close. Her body was buzzing and burning for him to finish what they started. Part of her was a little frightened by what he purposed but a bigger part found it thrilling. She trusted him and that was all she needed.
"I just want to feel you inside me." She answered. "As far as you can go."
"Then you'll feel more of me." He kissed her before pulling off her fully. He quickly made away with his pants but didn't climb back over her. Instead he gently urged her onto her stomach then on all fours. "Move closer to the headboard."
Tempest did as she was told, feeling silly and utterly exposed. When she reached the top of the bed she looked back at him. He had crawled on the bed and was coming up behind her. She knew what he wanted to do, she'd read about it in that Karma Sutra book she'd found in her mother's library. Well, she'd read about a lot of 'positions' in that book, but this one always stood out to her.
"Alaric?" She couldn't stop her voice as he caged her with his body.
"Shh, it'll be alright." He brushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulder, pulling back almost instantly to frown at her pale skin. "What is that?"
"What's what?" She tried to look at him.
"This…" he ran his fingers along a long, nasty scar that had faded somewhat. "Scar?"
"Oh, that." She shrugged, relaxing. "Don't worry that happened years ago. I fell out of a tree while saving my cousin."
"You got this by falling out of a tree?" He moved so he could look her in the eyes.
"Yep," she nodded. "We were high up, he slipped and I grabbed him. Pulling him up I slipped, hit my head trying to grab a branch then hit back on a scraggily branch and ended up in a big mud pit." She lifted her hair to reveal a faint scar along her hair line.
"You risked death to save your cousin?" He gently ran finger along the scar.
"Sure," She shrugged again. "Rather me then him."
"You are just…" he groaned and kissed her, moving back to the position he had been in. One of his hands found her center and two fingers dipped inside. Temp moaned and pushed against his hand. When he was sure she was wet enough he removed his hand and aligned his aching member at her entrance. "You ready?"
"Gods yes." It came out as hiss.
He smiled, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. She cried out at the sensation, noting that there was no pain this time, only pleasure. Pleasure that steadily increased with each thrust he made. A slow rhythm was set but that quickly became not enough.
They began to move against each other faster and harder, their bodies making the wet slapping noise as they came together. To get more strength into her thrust, Tempest grabbed at the headboards, using them to angle herself so she could take move of him inside. When she moved Alaric drifted his hands upward so he could toy with her breasts.
As his release built to the point of near explosion he bit at the exposed nap of her neck and moved one hand to roughly rub at her clitoris. Tempest cried out and turned to face him. He growled and claimed her mouth, thrusting desperately. She was pushed over, her release slamming into her. She screamed as the pleasure took over, clamping her inner walls around his member.
At the tight squeezing of her core he was lost to his orgasm as well. But before his release washed over him, he pulled out. His release shot free and onto the bed. Not a satisfying as releasing inside of her but it was the best he was allowed.
Tempest panted, trying to catch her breath, while trying to hold herself up on shaky arms and legs. She could feel Alaric above her, shuddering as the last waves of his release passed through him. She felt empty without his release filling her but even she knew why he pulled out. There were just some things she didn't want to risk, and a child out of wedlock right now was one at the top of her list.
Alaric groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist. Gently he rolled them so that they were lying on their sides, his front molded to her back. They stayed like that for a long moment before she rolled over to face him. He ginned at her and she shook her head.
"Always so pleased with yourself." She tsked at him.
"By the glassy look in your eyes, I say I have a right to be." His grin grew to a full out smile.
"Alright but I'm still only counting one round." She bit her lip, unable to keep from taunting him. Despite the amazing release he had just given her, her body was starting to want more, already humming with renewed desire.
"You're taunting again." He narrowed his eyes in warning, feeling his body's response to her words.
"Oh, I know." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I was just wondering if you were going to live up to your little treat."
Before she could blink he had her on her back and was mounting her, his hardening member rubbing at her entrance. She couldn't stop her surprised gasp.
"Don't taunt if you're not ready for the consequences." He warned, face close to hers. Gently he rolled his hips to emphasize his point.
Tempest laughed lightly, arms wrapping around his neck to draw him closer. "And who says I'm not ready?"
"You're pushing it." He grinned at her, inching closer.
"Oh I hope so." She smirked and kissed him, lifting her pelvis so she could rub against him. Alaric groaned and entered her once again.

Hours later, Tempest lay on her stomach, her chin on her arms on her pillow. Alaric was lazily running his hand down her spine, causing after tingles to fan out across her skin. Her body was still humming after what they had just done and she felt exhausted but she just couldn't close her eyes. What Alaric had told her in the hall persisted in staying forefront in her mind.
'Don't let your fear control you.'
'Don't let my fear control me.' She repeated and dropped her forehead on her arms. 'How do I do that?'
"What are you thinking about?" Alaric kissed her bare shoulder and ran his fingers through her hair.
She rolled her head so she could look at him. His brown eyes were light and still swirled, mixing with desire, contentment, and something she couldn't quiet name. The perfect lips of his that had a key role in giving her unimaginable amounts of pleasure were lifted slightly in a lazy smile. His silky brown hair was mussed and in disarray, caused by her own hands. And he had a glow about him that said he had just been fully satisfied.
Looking at him, Temp thought of all the things he had done for her in the short amount of time she'd been there. To others, some of the things wouldn't seem like much but to her they mattered. Alaric had taken her to her father, keeping his promise after helping her. 'Rescuing' her from the Tweedles. Running through the maze with her. Saving her from Jackson. Comforting her and listening when she needed someone to talk with. Making love to her in the gentlest way when she, somehow, knew he wanted more sometimes. He always seemed ready to be there for her and her needs.
Maybe it was time she did the same for him and the people of this world. Sure she retrieved the Oraculum but was that enough? Thinking about it she decided it wasn't. This land was her home too, even if she hadn't been born or raised here. Half of her blood came from her father and his clan, a noble family of Underland. By rights she shouldn't just be obligated to fight for what belonged to her and those around her but she should desire to, demand to have a part in keeping everything safe and balanced.
And she knew what she had to do.
"Tempest?" Alaric frowned slightly when she didn't answer and he saw resolve set in her eyes.
"You told me earlier to not let my fear control me." She finally spoke. "There are only two things I fear right now."
"What are those?" He asked as she pushed herself up onto her forearms.
"Never seeing my mother again." She looked out the window over his bed. "And letting Jack win."
"Both reasonable but what can you do about them?" He sat up, focused on helping her.
"There's nothing I can do about never being able to see my mother again except for hope and pray your mother can find an answer." She looked at him, eyes thoughtful. "As for Jack… the only thing I can do is fight. Not just fight, Alaric," she cut him off when he opened his mouth. "I can take my mom's place."
"Tempest-"
"Think about it." She interjected. "I have the best chance because I'm not from here, like mom. I want to help and maybe the Oraculum is wrong. Highly unlikely but still." She cupped his face, fixing a pair of bright green pleading eyes on him. "Alaric, let me stand against the Jabberwocky. I volunteer to be your champion."
Alaric stared into her eyes, unsure of what he should do. If he said yes then there was a high chance she would be killed. But if he said no then there was a greater chance of losing and Jack taking her. He forced the thoughts of what Jack would do to her if he got his hands on her away. Alaric would never allow Jack to take her but he couldn't very well let her sacrifice herself just for the slightest chance that she might win. What was he suppose to do?
"I don't want you to." He finally sighed. Quickly he placed a finger over her mouth to silence her. "But… you make valid points. Therefore I say we bring it up with the others. Cast a vote or something."
"A diplomatic solution." She nodded.
"One I don't want to have to use." He sighed and laid back against the pillows, hand running though his hair. "I don't want you to have to fight but it's like what you said about getting back the Oraculum; it's necessary."
"You are very understanding." She smiled and leaned over to kiss him.
He groaned and wrapped his arms around her, tugging her against him. She moaned into his mouth and nipped his lip in response. Alaric just deepened the kiss and rolled them over, pulling the sheets out of the way. When her back was against the matrices she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Already her body was heating and becoming wet, ready for him. And he was surly ready to take her; there was no mistaking the hard length pressing against her thigh. It seemed that he didn't really need much recovery time, no matter how many rounds they'd gone earlier.
Slowly he pulled back and grinned down at her, hips rocking gently into hers.
"You're insatiable." She laughed huskily, loving the feel of him against her.
"When it comes to you, apparently so." He lowered his head again and nipped at her neck while his hand found her glistening core. He let out a low moan and looked her in the eyes. "It seems you are insatiable as well. Any ideas on how to fix the problem?"
"I can come up with a few." She grinned and kissed him again.

After breakfast the large group made their way to the war room, each of them feeling the great weight of what was to come. It was only two days before the battle and everyone was becoming scared because there was no sign of Alice. When the group took their seats all their faces were set with grim expressions, even Chessur was frowning.
Tempest bypassed her chair and moved to stand by the window. She stared with sightless eyes out at the partly cloudy day. Alaric watched her before he took his rightful seat to the right of his mother with his father to the left of her.
"The only issue we have to address is about what we are going to do." Mirana couldn't even force her voice to sound cheerful.
"What are we going to do?" Mally spoke up.
"Without Alice what can we do?" McTwisp squeaked, wringing paws.
Everyone looked down at the tables. Tarrant, however, leaned his chair back on two legs and looked up to the high ceiling. For some reason he began to whistle a soft tune. Silence filled the room besides the strangely familiar tune Hatter kept going. Tempest frowned and looked to her father, wondering why that song sounded so familiar.
Alaric released a heavy sigh and stood slowly. "As much as I don't want to say it… there is something we can do."
"What?" Both the Tweedles asked.
Alaric looked at Tempest from the corner of his eye before sighing again. "We let Tempest take Alice's place."
The silence that followed his statement started when Hatter's chair hit the marble floor and he stopped whistling. There was a loud outburst of disagreement then arguing. Some agreed but others didn't. Alaric closed his eyes and looked to Tempest; she was still frowning at her father. Slowly he shook his head then banged his fist against the table. Everyone stopped talking.
"Listen," he demanded. "I don't like the idea but it makes the most sense."
"How can this make sense?" Castiel asked.
"Because," Tempest beat Alaric to the punch. "My mother was an outsider to this land and so am I." She made her way over to the section of empty chairs across from the royals. "She was pulled into this world and destined to save it. I was pulled in by mistake, I might as well fill in for her."
"Tempest, this is suicide." Raynum moved so he could look at her fully.
"Possibly," she nodded her head, placing her hands on the table. "But what other choice have you got? Face Jack and his jabberwocky without a champion?"
No one answered.
"This is crazy!" Tweedledee exclaimed.
"Insane!" Dum added.
"Hatter, say something." Mally turned to the silent man.
Hatter frowned at his daughter, whistling that tune again. Something about it tugged at her mind. She knew it had something to do with her mother but couldn't place it. At least until her eyes landed on Chess. She grinned as the words formed in her mind.
She sang. "'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gypre and gimble in the wabe... All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe." She smiled when he blinked at her in shock. "The Jabberwocky poem. Mom used to sing it all the time."
"Brilliant." Chess chuckled.
"I'm not surprised you know it." Tarrant smiled.
She returned the smile for a moment before frowning. "What's your say on the matter?"
"You know my answer." He sighed. "I say it's your choice. I'll go with whatever is decided."
She nodded and looked to the others. "What about all of you?"
The Tweedles, Raynum, Mallymkun, and Nebula all said no. Chessur, Castiel, Talon, and Michael agreed with her. The tie breaker was left to Mirana since Alaric refused to cast a vote.
"Mirana?" Temp asked. "The decision is yours. You're the queen, I would represent your champion as well."
"It seems wrong but you do make sense." She sighed and looked from her husband to Hatter to her son. "I'm afraid I have to say no. It's too risky."
Both Alaric and Tempest sighed, one in relief the other in disappointment. She nodded. "Alright, then it's been decided, I won't-"
"What about my vote?" Absolem's voice came from behind her.
Temp turned to see the butterfly floating into the room. He landed on her shoulder with a noticeable smile.
"I suppose your vote counts as well." Temp shrugged.
"You know, you seem to beat me to the punch recently." Absolem chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"That favor I mentioned was this." He nodded his head towards the Oraculum that rested in front of Mirana. "I knew something was going to be off and I was going to ask you to take on the great responsibility your mother once had."
"You knew what the Oraculum was going to say?" Alaric asked.
"No, but I had a feeling." He shrugged. "Now do I get to cast my vote?"
"Didn't you already?" Mirana chuckled.
"Well, to clarify, I vote Tempest takes on the roll." He flew off her shoulder to take his perch on the rolled up scroll. "So, what does that make the outcome?"
"Even." Alaric answered, frowning deeply.
"Then it's either your vote or dad's?" Temp looked from one to the other.
"I won't have the final say on my daughter's life." Hatter crossed his arms.
"You should, you're her father." Alaric waved his hand in Hatter's direction. "You should have the final say."
Tarrant raised an eyebrow at the prince, a look of extensive knowledge filling his eyes. Alaric didn't like the look. "Do you really want me to counter your remark right now?"
Tempest frowned at the mad man and looked to Alaric, who refused to meet her eye. That told her all she needed to know. Tarrant knew that they were lovers. It took all she had to keep her blush down. She cleared her throat and looked back to Alaric.
"It's your say now." Her green eyes pierced his brown ones, trying to see what he felt.
He heaved a heavy sigh again, his shoulder dropping significantly. "My vote doesn't really matter. You already made up your mind."
"I said I would do what the majority voted for." She shook her head. "You have to cast your choice, Alaric."
"Damnit." He hissed. "I wish there was another way."
"As do we all." Tarrant muttered.
"Fine." The prince growled looking up at Temp. "I agree you should take on the role… but you are going to train for the next two days. I don't care what you have to say about that, you're doing it."
"I have to agree with him." Hatter jabbed his thumb at Alaric while looking at his daughter.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." She nodded, grinning. Squaring her shoulders she straightened, lifting her chin. "Then let's get started."
Everyone nodded.
AN: OK, so the reason for the Jabberwocky poem/song… well no big reason. I just wanted to put a little of the animated Disney version in and I just love that song. Plus it was the begging off the real Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky poem. I do understand and like how Tim Burton cut it down for his move but I absolutely love when the pink/purple Cheshire cat sings his own version. Any way that explains that.
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