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calliope_love) wrote2010-09-26 05:22 pm
calliope_love) wrote2010-09-26 05:22 pm
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009: Half fic, half essay?
Title: It Was the BEST Butter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts and I do not own Alice in Wonderland. But I do own the computer this was written on.
Summary: Set in the early days at Rainsworth, the trio reads Alice in Wonderland. ...that book does not exist in canon because if it did all the characters are completely oblivious, so pretend it's an AU.
Length: 1,243 words, though several are not mine.
Something that's been in my mind for quite some time that decided to be written today.
”The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: ‘No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. ‘There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.”
Liam was a little bit jealous of Mr. Break, but only a little. It was because Liam liked to have things to do, and all he ever had to do at Rainsworth was follow Miss Sharon about, and Miss Sharon was getting openly attached to the man. That wouldn’t have been so bad, really, except that as Mr. Break regained more and more of his energy, it was becoming clear that he was better at amusing Miss Sharon than Liam was and that rankled. But just a little. A little bit.
And only because Liam liked to be good at his duties. Not because he was feeling somewhat abandoned by a frilly little nine-year-old tyrant, who he actually was rather fond of, and anyway until now he’d never needed to be very good at all the different voices one might use when reading aloud.
“‘Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. ‘I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.
‘There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.”
To her credit, Miss Sharon really was doing her best to include both of them; it was just that Mr. Break needed an awful lot of attention. He didn’t seem very interested in anything, and he only did things like eat and sleep and wake up because Lady Shelly was so kind to him. Every now and again they accidentally discovered something that caught Mr. Break’s interest, though. Today they found that he was very fond of the Alice in Wonderland book, so much so that he even let Miss Sharon sit on his lap while he read it to her, when she asked.
“‘Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice angrily.
‘It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.”
Liam was leaning over the couch behind them, reading over Mr. Break’s shoulder — on the man’s right side, because he didn’t like for there to be things lurking about in his new blind spot. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, and Liam had actually intended to amuse himself elsewhere in the playroom, but he wasn’t familiar with the book at all and he found he couldn’t ignore it when Mr. Break started reading.
”‘I didn’t know it was your table,’ said Alice; ‘it’s laid for a great many more than three.’
‘Your hair wants cutting,’ said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
‘You should learn not to make personal remarks,’ Alice said with some severity; ‘it’s very rude.’
He really was very good at the voices. They wouldn’t have suspected. Mr. Break barely spoke at all, and when he did, it usually came out dreadfully peevish. It was good to know he sounded different when he wasn’t so angry.
”The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, ‘Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’
‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles. —I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud.
‘Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare.
‘Exactly so,’ said Alice.
‘Then you should say what you mean,’ the March Hare went on.”
It certainly wasn’t the sort of book Liam would read if left to his own devices, though. It made him feel uneasy. He’d tolerated the getting larger and getting smaller and the Duchess and the baby and the cat and all the rest, but it seemed like every page that passed brought on something stranger and it was getting to be a little much.
”’I do,’ Alice hastily replied; ‘at least — at least I mean what I say — that’s the same thing, you know.’
‘Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. ‘You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!’
‘You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, ‘that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!’”
And as the mad tea party continued and the conversation turned to watches and murdering time and the Hatter admitted he hadn’t the foggiest idea how a raven was like a writing-desk, Liam finally couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out, “This book is so strange.”
Mister Break’s mouth snapped shut and he turned to stare at Liam, who was immediately sorry he’d said anything, but Miss Sharon said cheerfully, “There are lots of very funny bits, aren’t there? But my favorite part is much later, with the Queen of Hearts.”
“I like this part best, myself,” Mr. Break offered quietly. “The Hatter is my favorite.”
“Why don’t you like it, Liam?” Miss Sharon asked.
“Well, it’s — it’s all nonsense,” he said helplessly, standing and adjusting his glasses. “I suppose I like to read stories that are about real life, and this isn’t at all.”
Mr. Break let out a snort and muttered, “You think that because you are twelve.”
“You haven’t liked any of it so far?” asked Miss Sharon, turning to look at Liam also.
The boy shifted his weight a bit. It was hard to think with the both of them gazing at him that way.
“I suppose I do like the March Hare,” he admitted after a few moments. “He doesn’t seem quite as mad as the others.”
“He’s an incorrigible nag. All prim and proper and rules and manners,” announced Mr. Break.
Liam drew back from him, feeling quite offended. “Just because you don’t like him —”
“I never said I didn’t like him, just that he’s naggy. I do like him. He’s the Hatter’s best friend.”
“Really?” asked Sharon. “Where does it say that? I don’t remember it.”
“It doesn’t say that specifically,” Break told her. “But you can tell, because it was the Hatter who murdered the Time, all on his own. So really he’s the only one who should be stuck at tea-time.”
“So the March Hare is just keeping him company, because they’re friends,” Miss Sharon finished. “That’s so sweet! Please keep going, Mr. Break, keep going.”
The white-haired man resumed his reading. They only made it to the end of the tea-party before lunch, however, and after that Miss Sharon had to attend to her lessons and Break slunk off somewhere.
Liam snuck the book to his room and finished it on his own that night. He didn’t like the rest of it any better. But the more he thought about it, the more he really did like the March Hare. Even if he was mad, he seemed to know what was what.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts and I do not own Alice in Wonderland. But I do own the computer this was written on.
Summary: Set in the early days at Rainsworth, the trio reads Alice in Wonderland. ...that book does not exist in canon because if it did all the characters are completely oblivious, so pretend it's an AU.
Length: 1,243 words, though several are not mine.
Something that's been in my mind for quite some time that decided to be written today.
”The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: ‘No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. ‘There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.”
Liam was a little bit jealous of Mr. Break, but only a little. It was because Liam liked to have things to do, and all he ever had to do at Rainsworth was follow Miss Sharon about, and Miss Sharon was getting openly attached to the man. That wouldn’t have been so bad, really, except that as Mr. Break regained more and more of his energy, it was becoming clear that he was better at amusing Miss Sharon than Liam was and that rankled. But just a little. A little bit.
And only because Liam liked to be good at his duties. Not because he was feeling somewhat abandoned by a frilly little nine-year-old tyrant, who he actually was rather fond of, and anyway until now he’d never needed to be very good at all the different voices one might use when reading aloud.
“‘Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. ‘I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.
‘There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.”
To her credit, Miss Sharon really was doing her best to include both of them; it was just that Mr. Break needed an awful lot of attention. He didn’t seem very interested in anything, and he only did things like eat and sleep and wake up because Lady Shelly was so kind to him. Every now and again they accidentally discovered something that caught Mr. Break’s interest, though. Today they found that he was very fond of the Alice in Wonderland book, so much so that he even let Miss Sharon sit on his lap while he read it to her, when she asked.
“‘Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice angrily.
‘It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.”
Liam was leaning over the couch behind them, reading over Mr. Break’s shoulder — on the man’s right side, because he didn’t like for there to be things lurking about in his new blind spot. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, and Liam had actually intended to amuse himself elsewhere in the playroom, but he wasn’t familiar with the book at all and he found he couldn’t ignore it when Mr. Break started reading.
”‘I didn’t know it was your table,’ said Alice; ‘it’s laid for a great many more than three.’
‘Your hair wants cutting,’ said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
‘You should learn not to make personal remarks,’ Alice said with some severity; ‘it’s very rude.’
He really was very good at the voices. They wouldn’t have suspected. Mr. Break barely spoke at all, and when he did, it usually came out dreadfully peevish. It was good to know he sounded different when he wasn’t so angry.
”The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, ‘Why is a raven like a writing-desk?’
‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles. —I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud.
‘Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?’ said the March Hare.
‘Exactly so,’ said Alice.
‘Then you should say what you mean,’ the March Hare went on.”
It certainly wasn’t the sort of book Liam would read if left to his own devices, though. It made him feel uneasy. He’d tolerated the getting larger and getting smaller and the Duchess and the baby and the cat and all the rest, but it seemed like every page that passed brought on something stranger and it was getting to be a little much.
”’I do,’ Alice hastily replied; ‘at least — at least I mean what I say — that’s the same thing, you know.’
‘Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. ‘You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!’
‘You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, ‘that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!’”
And as the mad tea party continued and the conversation turned to watches and murdering time and the Hatter admitted he hadn’t the foggiest idea how a raven was like a writing-desk, Liam finally couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out, “This book is so strange.”
Mister Break’s mouth snapped shut and he turned to stare at Liam, who was immediately sorry he’d said anything, but Miss Sharon said cheerfully, “There are lots of very funny bits, aren’t there? But my favorite part is much later, with the Queen of Hearts.”
“I like this part best, myself,” Mr. Break offered quietly. “The Hatter is my favorite.”
“Why don’t you like it, Liam?” Miss Sharon asked.
“Well, it’s — it’s all nonsense,” he said helplessly, standing and adjusting his glasses. “I suppose I like to read stories that are about real life, and this isn’t at all.”
Mr. Break let out a snort and muttered, “You think that because you are twelve.”
“You haven’t liked any of it so far?” asked Miss Sharon, turning to look at Liam also.
The boy shifted his weight a bit. It was hard to think with the both of them gazing at him that way.
“I suppose I do like the March Hare,” he admitted after a few moments. “He doesn’t seem quite as mad as the others.”
“He’s an incorrigible nag. All prim and proper and rules and manners,” announced Mr. Break.
Liam drew back from him, feeling quite offended. “Just because you don’t like him —”
“I never said I didn’t like him, just that he’s naggy. I do like him. He’s the Hatter’s best friend.”
“Really?” asked Sharon. “Where does it say that? I don’t remember it.”
“It doesn’t say that specifically,” Break told her. “But you can tell, because it was the Hatter who murdered the Time, all on his own. So really he’s the only one who should be stuck at tea-time.”
“So the March Hare is just keeping him company, because they’re friends,” Miss Sharon finished. “That’s so sweet! Please keep going, Mr. Break, keep going.”
The white-haired man resumed his reading. They only made it to the end of the tea-party before lunch, however, and after that Miss Sharon had to attend to her lessons and Break slunk off somewhere.
Liam snuck the book to his room and finished it on his own that night. He didn’t like the rest of it any better. But the more he thought about it, the more he really did like the March Hare. Even if he was mad, he seemed to know what was what.
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Sigh. I stumbled upon the PH bit where Liam says he's Break's only friend the other day...it made me kind of sad.
So these sort of peaceful moments are just what I need.
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Ohh, the irony of that scene. Particularly ‘You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, ‘that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!’”
Hee.
“It doesn’t say that specifically,” Break told her. “But you can tell, because it was the Hatter who murdered the Time, all on his own. So really he’s the only one who should be stuck at tea-time.”
That is quite beautiful.
AND THIS.
“Well, it’s — it’s all nonsense,” he said helplessly, standing and adjusting his glasses. “I suppose I like to read stories that are about real life, and this isn’t at all.”
Mr. Break let out a snort and muttered, “You think that because you are twelve.”
That is SO FUNNY. XDD
And also incredibly sweet when you put it with "Afterglow." Again with that thing you do where your stories have related concepts and things.
*explodes*