{log ota} a ghostea party

[eucre.livejournal.com]

Pinkies out, teacups up, long sip. Long sip at air, but that's not the point. The point is the lovely sitting across from her -- has he left? No, she can still hear whispers, many whispers. There are a lot now, because it's fall-almost-cold and that's when they come. Just whispers. Once more, but not now.

Piper's found a dress for the occasion - possibly stolen it, but she'll return it, of course. How she procured a table for the occasion? Impossible to tell. And even more inexplicable are the three chairs that are unoccupied, the lacy tablecloth that sits under a china tea set that looks like it's out of a girl's dollhouse. 

Come join her for tea. After all, she's not accompanied by anyone else. Or so it seems.

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[takentrick.livejournal.com]

Of course he can see the sugar. He can see everything he's left behind. It would hurt, if not for the fact that She, at least, can hear him.

Means he's not so very far away, even if Declán never...

"Two, please." Because that's what's Missing. And, well. "That's what's best, you know."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"Two~ why's the best? One too bitter and three too sweet? But things can never be too sweet, and you're a little boy, and boys should love sweets, silly billy boy." She doesn't know his name. Can't hear his name. But of course she'll pass him a cup of tea.

[takentrick.livejournal.com]

They have the same bright little laugh. Or had, anyway, if a person can even remember the way they used to laugh as a child.

"But Two's where everythin' starts, Miss Pip." There's affection in his whisper of a voice, despite the frustration of reaching for the cup and not really being able to take it. "Here, a' least."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"True, two, Two, true~ very right, rightly so. Such a smart little boy." She laughs quietly, curling up in her chair. "But what'f I have four? Too much, too much?"

...is it wrong to want Feilim to troll the Zoe thread too. :<

[takentrick.livejournal.com]

"Nah," he tsks, blowing lightly on the cup before him, enjoying that the wind helps him bring ripples over the top. "Two for you and two for me and all for you's four, right?"

Ask Muzy~ ♥

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"Yes, yes, something like that~" She hums quietly as she raises her empty cup to her lips. "And how have you been, my dear kind ghosty boy~?"

[takentrick.livejournal.com]

He tries, as he often does, to form his name so she can hear it. The wind sighs too loud, as it so often does, leaves him sighing faintly. He's like Her to know it, for some reason. Can't have nice things, perhaps. "Worried. It's gettin' so cold, Miss Pip, i'nn'it?"

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"Terrible cold." She pouts slightly, wiggling her toes. "Mister Chivesies had to take the care of me when it was cold and blustery and snowy too fast."

[takentrick.livejournal.com]

She can't mean Iollan. Simply can't. Odd, to think of Brother as a Mister. "Y' mean Declán?" Maybe Brother is important enough that She'll be able to hear his name. "Will y' let him keep helping, then, when it gets quite bad?"

[eucre.livejournal.com]

She just doesn't hear the sentence - only faintly hears the next. "His bed is lovely-love to rest a back in~ I think mayhaps Piper will visit more."

[takentrick.livejournal.com]

"An' make him sleep too. Please, Miss Pip." Had been his own job, a lifetime ago. Someone needed to take up the mantle again, surely.

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"Of course, of course, silly billy ghosty boy~ Else he'll be even more a frump 'nd grump than usual." She giggles wickedly.

[takentrick.livejournal.com]

"And no one wants that," he hums, reaching for the cup she's poured him. Can't lift it, but it jostles slightly as he bends over it anyway. "'s a nightmare."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

“A nightmare! Not a nightmare! He’s a nice dream, the butlery, like happy and nice and he needs nice dreams!” Piper just. Shakes her head at the blatant silly.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

If there's a response on Feilim's lips, it dies with a shift in the wind. Or maybe it's the appearance of a corporeal shadow that has him falling silent.

"...what on earth are you doing here, Miss?"

[eucre.livejournal.com]

She pouts, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "Scarerer. You scared the ghosty boy away."

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

"Scared the what, Miss?" He can't even Begin to imagine, surely. Can, however, start tugging at his overcoat to hold out for her. She'll catch her Death out here.

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"The ghosty boy. Dead, dead, under the ground, but they come out at this time." She nods seriously as she pulls on the overlarge coat. Though she doesn't say thanks or anything of the sort, her sighs of relief as she curls into the coat should be good enough. "Would Butlery like any tea?" Ghost tea, that is.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

Well. He'd be Lying if he said he didn't believe in ghosts. It gives him pause, just briefly, before he shakes his head as he reaches to tug the coat a little tighter around her shoulder. "Inside, perhaps, Miss. I'm certain your friends would be pleased to come with you."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"No, no, they only like outdoors - except the one ghosty boy~ He always stays, yes?" She allows herself to be pulled out of the chair by him, absent-mindedly snuggling up next to him and pressing her cheek to his chest. It hasn't exactly struck that he's the Butlery yet. There's a ghost of someone else in her mind, after all.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

Nearly Anyone Else, of course, would have been Instantly shoved off. Piper, even, would Usually be thrust back a bit at least. Today...

Today he swears he feels Feilim's fingers tugging at his sleeve. So he simply tsks, drags his fingers briefly over her hair and moves to start shepherding her inside. Time sitting by the stove would do her Good.

[eucre.livejournal.com]

And if he thinks she's going to separate from his side before they're inside, he's very, very wrong. She smiles to herself, pressing her cold nose to his shirt as the ghosts gradually stop following them.