{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]

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.