{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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[eucre.livejournal.com]

"So, so warm~" Her smile is soft, happy. "The Butlery's quite safe, yes? Tartsy or Sharpy or anything else~"

[sharpedgedheart.livejournal.com]

"He seems to be." And that's true; from what he sees, Declan Chives treats Zoe like a precious gift and like a friend, and his princess needs both those things. "If he makes you feel safe, then he's safe." Not quite truth, but there wasn't any need to worry the girl.

[eucre.livejournal.com]

With a happy hum, she lifts her teacup, clinking it against his. "He's my friend, even, sir. That's special."

[sharpedgedheart.livejournal.com]

"It definitely is." He leans back after the clinking, giving her the gentle smile that he mostly just gave his own children. "The most special thing."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"D'you have a specialest friend, Mister Ghosty?" She asks curiously, leaning forward in her chair.

[sharpedgedheart.livejournal.com]

"A specialest?" Georgios says, and his eyes go over towards Zoe again. "Perhaps. She's my daughter, you know."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

But no, Piper isn't allowed to hear relations. So his whispered answer gets lost in the wind, partially, though she smiles and nods as if she's heard it all. "So pretty and nice and lovely to have one~"

[sharpedgedheart.livejournal.com]

"It is, yes." Better if they could hear him, of course. But Zoe was too practical, and Hadyn didn't know him. Sometimes he thought Maggie saw him.

"And who's yours, Miss Piper?"

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"My specialest friend...?" She thinks for a moment, then perks up. "Ghosty boy~!"

[sharpedgedheart.livejournal.com]

He glances over and smiles. "I've seen him around," he says quietly. "Looks a bit like you in the eyes."

[eucre.livejournal.com]

"Like me? Oh, silly, not at all~" She giggles at that. What an absurd idea! He's ghosty and she's not, after all.