Chapter Text
Dear 'Alice'
Markus’ bad mood was written on his face. In the way, he drummed his fingers on his forearm.
With his arms crossed over his chest, his head slightly tilted to his right. His left leg made the balance of his weight meanwhile the right one move slowly following the drum of his fingers. Echoing his annoyance thanks to those black heels he was wearing.
It had to be a damn joke.
He clicked her tongue and looked at the hole two steps away in front of him. Then at the ‘bunny man’ smiling at him like he hadn’t just asked him a completely irrational idea.
“No,” Markus answered with his best ‘don’t fuck with me’ voice. Deep and serious.
The ‘bunny man’ chuckled like he was used to that type of refusal. “Please?” He insisted Markus wished it was all one of North’s jokes. One particularly weird. It was North’s idea to come to that party in the first place, she was the one who suggested to him to wear a fancy short dress, with a stiffing ribbon tied to his waist and the most uncomfortable heels he had used in his life. —He had worn heels before, so what? —She wore an elegant white tuxedo in contrast.
“You’re Alice”, the ‘bunny man' said, his words forced Markus to come back to reality. “And Alice has to enter the hole.”
Markus ran a hand over his face. He really wanted to go home.
“Look, if this is a joke. It’s not funny.” He started, fighting to keep his voice steady. He looked over his shoulder to the National Museum where the party was having placed.
Markus didn’t want to assist in the first place. However, a considerable number of Carl’s work was there, and someone had to be sure everything was perfect; Leo wasn’t an option, the responsibility rested on his shoulders. The ‘dress part’ was because North wanted, and he didn’t mind it, at first. They were all against every type of stereotype; it wasn’t the first time they did it. It was their way —plus different general comments, projects, and essays— to show how clothing, make up, or anything couldn’t change who you are and how you were born.
Markus felt uneasy as soon as he entered the hall. The good idea turned into something more… complicated.
Maybe because being surrounded by businessmen, bankers, and politicians all at the same time weren’t one of his favorite things. Not even his more tolerable situation. Wearing a puffy short dress, heels, and stockings the whole plan became a horrible idea. The media could talk about it. Sure, they would. Write their articles with all kinds of tones and ideas. But Markus felt he ended fulfilling one of those disgusting men fetishes without planning.
He wanted to puke as soon as the realization hit him. And when the reality became unbearable, he ran away. He just needed some fresh air. The museum’s garden was the best option. He walked as far away as he could.
Then he found this guy with a black tuxedo, fluffy bunny ears, and a tail stood up below a tree. Markus could avoid him, but he was a ‘curious cat.’ One day his curiosity would kill him, or worse.
Well, Markus. You have two options. Said his consciousness, did it sound like Simon’s voice? Come back to the party and bear it like a pro. Or stay here with a delusional stranger that, at least, it’s not staring at you like a creep.
What about if he came back home with Carl? That sounded better.
“Besides,” Markus added, “Why should I jump inside a hole?”
“That’s what Alice does.” Markus groaned as soon as he heard the same stupid answered. The ‘bunny man’ with his curly hair perfectly brushed. The ironed black suit and clean, shiny black dress shoes, smiled at him with patience, tenderly in some way as if he could have this conversation all his life and persist.
“I’m not Alice.” Markus sighed, it could be tiredness. Still the most he looked at the smiling man, the less annoyed he felt. There was a nostalgic feeling replacing the frustration.
“So, why are you wearing a dress?”
Maybe not.
“Hey! I have the right to wear a dress. It won’t change I’m a human adult male.” Markus pointed at the white long ears and the fluffy, little tail. “You’re not in a good position to judge me. Bunny.”
The bunny man shrugged. “As stubborn as I remember you, Markus.” Before Markus could ask how the stranger knew his name, the ‘bunny man’ took him in his arms. All wedding style like he had the weight of a feather. Don’t fight. It’s better in this way. Oh no, his consciousness with Simon’s voice went crazy too. “Let’s go, everyone is waiting for us.”
Markus wasn’t crazy enough to accept it easily.
“Let me go now! This is kidnapping! Who the hell are you and who is everyone?!” Markus tried to push him, his share of strange things was filled by five years. Bad to him, besides his looks, his now kidnapper was stronger than he seemed.
“I’m Connor. But don’t worry. You’ll remember soon. It’s our wedding after all.”
What the—
“Our what?!”
Too late. They were already jumping in that pitch-black hole. Markus had his arms crossed around Connor’s neck as his life depends on it.
Maybe the party wasn’t as bad as he thought.