[OTA] Space dementia in your eyes.

[semper-serviam.livejournal.com]

New Year's Day was the same every year, really. For one night everyone seemed to have forgotten their limits when it came to drinking the night before and the Castle stirred late in the morning, groggy and hung over.

Where the Spades' butler might have busied himself cleaning up after some of last night's drunken debauchery, Iollan ventured out of the confines of the Spades' kitchen to replenish empty jugs of water and bring more alka seltzer to some of the Castle's residents.

He'd no doubt be in the kitchen as well should those hangover-induced pangs of hunger bring some people down there before lunch.

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[semper-serviam.livejournal.com]

He is familiar with this notion of planning his children's lives. After Feilim died he had invested everything into Declán. Yet there was only so much he could do. Declán turned out... a little differently than Iollan had expected.

"They only want the best for you, m'lady. They ought to settle for Nothing Less."

[sharperseason.livejournal.com]

Right. Only the best. Seemed like a lot of parents around here only wanted the best for their children, no matter what the children themselves wanted. It's no wonder most of them turn out 'a little differently.' Still. She's not going to argue, especially when he's let her stay this long and all. Quickly finishing the last few swallows of her juice, she sits the glass on the counter and quickly slides off the stool. "I'm sure you're right, sir. Thanks for letting me stay. Should I leave my glass someplace else?"

[semper-serviam.livejournal.com]

"You may leave it." It will disappear promptly, to be whisked away to a sink to be washed and dried and put away neatly as if it had never ventured out of the cupboard.

"Do take care, miss."