Christmas Traditions: The Stocking, an Alice in Wonderland fic
Rating: G
Category: Alice, Tarrant Friendship
Summary: Alice tries to spread some Overlandian Christmas cheer, much to Tarrant's confusion.
Author's Notes: Written for aiw_advent Takes place at some point when Alice returns after the movie (because she's so gonna come back...)
A stocking.
A singular red stocking.
Tarrant looked at it. Then he studied it. Finally, in a moment of exasperation, he spoke to it - which, as he later considered, was quite preposterous, because though it had a body, it had no mouth with which to speak.
Earlier, Alice had jovially brought him the odd gift with a grin and a promise that she would return to his workshop after she had delivered the stockings to the rest of her friends in Underland.
He lifted the much-too-large-to-fit-a-hatter’s-foot stocking, wondering just how large the people in London must be. Perhaps a tasting of Upelkuchen was part of the usual Christmas festivities, he thought.
But, that still didn’t explain why there was only one stocking!
Not wanting to offend Alice, Tarrant was left with little choice other than to slide both of his feet into the giant sock. As he looked at himself in the mirror - a rather mad sight indeed! - he decided that perhaps Overland was a very strange place.
“Tarrant!”
He unsuccessfully tried to spin around to face Alice who had apparently returned from her deliveries. But with his stocking-covered feet, he only managed to stumble on the ground. “I’m fine,” he quickly reassured Alice, who knelt down to him, looking at him quite worriedly.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eying his feet curiously.
“Well, I thought, that is, I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t appreciate your gift, even though it is not quite Tarrant-sized and the fact there is only one and--”
“Tarrant,” she said, grinning. “The stocking is not meant to be worn.”
“It’s not?”
And Alice said Underland was a curious place!
“No, you hang it by the chimney. And if you have been good, then Santa will fill it up with goodies,” Alice explained with a grin.
What a relief, he thought as he reached down and removed the stocking from his feet. But, that did leave Tarrant with one more question:
“Alice, what’s a Santa?”
Category: Alice, Tarrant Friendship
Summary: Alice tries to spread some Overlandian Christmas cheer, much to Tarrant's confusion.
Author's Notes: Written for aiw_advent Takes place at some point when Alice returns after the movie (because she's so gonna come back...)
A stocking.
A singular red stocking.
Tarrant looked at it. Then he studied it. Finally, in a moment of exasperation, he spoke to it - which, as he later considered, was quite preposterous, because though it had a body, it had no mouth with which to speak.
Earlier, Alice had jovially brought him the odd gift with a grin and a promise that she would return to his workshop after she had delivered the stockings to the rest of her friends in Underland.
He lifted the much-too-large-to-fit-a-hatter’s-foot stocking, wondering just how large the people in London must be. Perhaps a tasting of Upelkuchen was part of the usual Christmas festivities, he thought.
But, that still didn’t explain why there was only one stocking!
Not wanting to offend Alice, Tarrant was left with little choice other than to slide both of his feet into the giant sock. As he looked at himself in the mirror - a rather mad sight indeed! - he decided that perhaps Overland was a very strange place.
“Tarrant!”
He unsuccessfully tried to spin around to face Alice who had apparently returned from her deliveries. But with his stocking-covered feet, he only managed to stumble on the ground. “I’m fine,” he quickly reassured Alice, who knelt down to him, looking at him quite worriedly.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eying his feet curiously.
“Well, I thought, that is, I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t appreciate your gift, even though it is not quite Tarrant-sized and the fact there is only one and--”
“Tarrant,” she said, grinning. “The stocking is not meant to be worn.”
“It’s not?”
And Alice said Underland was a curious place!
“No, you hang it by the chimney. And if you have been good, then Santa will fill it up with goodies,” Alice explained with a grin.
What a relief, he thought as he reached down and removed the stocking from his feet. But, that did leave Tarrant with one more question:
“Alice, what’s a Santa?”