tea party } watch out for those rabbit holes

[graveflowers]

Happy Happy Birthday, Baby- Elvis Presley

WHO || Violet and OPEN
WHAT || Tea party out in the garden
WHERE || Knights HQ, back garden
WHEN || Sunday, May 26th around 3pm and onward.
HOW || Actionspam, get yo' threadjacking on babes.

When Violet throws a party, she is, surprisingly, classy about it. It's a garden party, with tables out in the garden and the flowers all in bloom. There is tea and mimosas on the tables and little cakes and vegetarian sandwiches. Music is playing on her phone -- the most eclectic mix of modern and retro, and a truly astounding amount of Elvis. Don't judge, she doesn't know why she likes him so much. Off to one side there is an area of shade, a construction of twigs and branches making quite a fine shelter, flowering vines interwoven between the branches to cover up any holes.

She sends invitations the day of, though send might not be the word for it. More like... she duct tapes the invitations to every door she sees before knocking and scampering off to the next door. Does she know you? Maybe not. Does she care? Definitely not. You get an invitation, you get an invitation, everyone gets a humpback whale!

It's just an everyday party in the garden, or so the invitation claims. Except it's her birthday, or the one she and Charming chose for her, and she wants to celebrate turning twenty six! She just doesn't want to be the center of attention.

Come one, come all, mix, mingle, nibble. Violet will be around, coaxing flowers into bloom and trying to remember where she put her shoes when she came out here... Whatever. Barefoot it is.

Comments

[luthir]

[ he yanks her up with complete ease (str 18) - maybe a little too much ease, because that just almost pulls her up right against him. his eyes flash across her face in the hot second that they're so close and he's still holding her hand, and he seems to be considering her question, before he lets her go and takes a polite step to the side, eyes casting around the tiny space around her bed. ] I couldn't show how to weave your bow silencer if you were suffering from head trauma.

[graveflowers]

[There is a distinct noise of protest, and disappointment, before she waves a hand absently at her bow. She stoops the pick up the soft fabric and says quietly:] Head trauma would be worth it.

[luthir]

[ he moves thoughtfully to pick up the bow, before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye and saying carefully ] I wouldn't like to see you hurt.

[graveflowers]

I suppose it would be annoying if a squire got hurt, though I doubt we're that hard to come by. But gosh, that must suck considering how accident prone I am. [She shrugs, slumping down on the bed and pulling a leg up, tucking her toes under the opposite thigh, letting her present puddle between her finger in her lap.]

[luthir]

You're too hard on yourself. After all, which one of us was bitten by those slaadi? [ he turns the bow in his hands, examining it and looks around slightly, obviously hesitating over whether he's meant to sit on the bed too or climb back over and find a chair. ]

[graveflowers]

Yeah, defending my friend who I insisted we go back for and ran off after without waiting for you so...

[She pats the bed, but he can get a chair if he wants, she doesn't much care. Well obviously she cares but.]

Do I need to remind you who actually saved us in the end, too? Because that was you while I was hanging out on the floor.

[luthir]

[ well, if she's gonna invite him to sit, he'll come sit. ]

I've merely had the benefit of many... many more years of experience in situations of that kind.

[ he holds his hand out for the piece of cloth. also, he's close enough for violet to get to enjoy that he smells like flowers and a brisk spring breeze. ]

[graveflowers]

[Does he smell like violets because she can make that happen... She hands over the green cloth. She should have patted the bed even closer to her.]

Uh-huh. Still super aware of how old you are.

[luthir]

[ as he unwraps the cloth, laying it flat across the string, he muses: ] Not so old, by elvish standards.

Young, in fact.

[graveflowers]

Really? 200 is young to you since you're going to live for...ever. And my life expectancy is, like, thirty, so basically in this situation I am actually... oh.

I'm Mrs Robinson.

[luthir]

[ his expression clearly conveys he doesn't understand that reference, but he still feels the need to ask: ] Thirty?

You're the daughter of a goddess. Some aasimars with that much divine blood live for millennium.

[graveflowers]

Well, the oldest demigod I have ever met was forty-five and he was a creepy recluse who bathed in... really, really disgusting stuff to disguise his scent from monsters whose sole purpose in life is to hunt down demigods and eat them. Like... Jesus? Pretty much a big deal -- thirty three.

[She sighs slightly, pulling her other leg up to sit cross legged, tugging at her shirt and pointedly looking at the material she is winding through her fingers.] We get this phenomenal cosmic power and a death sentence. [She looks up.] I told you the gods were fickle. It's because they have to be. It's a defense mechanism, from watching their children die.

[luthir]

In your world. Maybe not in every world.

[graveflowers]

Maybe.

But I don't know. What if I suddenly think I'm going to live forever and settle into things and it turns out I'm wrong. It's a set up to get hurt.

[luthir]

That's a hazard for anyone, regardless of life expectancy. Any of us could die tomorrow.

[graveflowers]

So I should throw caution to the wind and go after what I want regardless? Basically?

[luthir]

I think you should make certain you know what you're living for, and not worry about how long you'll be living for it. [ he nods down at the bow ] Shall I...?

[graveflowers]

Please. [And she settles in to watch, violently shoving the conversation out of her mind, still fiddling with the other cloth.]

[luthir]

[ he sets to work slowly, weaving the cloth strip tightly around the string with deft fingers ] Like so. [ she can make an INT check to try and pick it up ]

[graveflowers]

[Int... crit fail. Maybe he can teach her like they're playing pool...]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure my fingers don't move like that...

[luthir]

[ he glances over... and smiles, actually, stopping his work and methodically undoing it all over again. ] They can. It takes practice. [ he passes it towards her. ] Here.

[graveflowers]

[Her nose wrinkles. She's gonna ruin a perfectly good present and it is going to be awful.]

I don't want to ruin it. Are you going to make me do it anyway because it builds character or can I claim birthday girl rights and refuse 'cause I don't want to destroy it.

[luthir]

It doesn't ruin so easily. And my promise was to teach you, wasn't it? [ he stops trying to force it on her but reaches for her hand and pulls it over to the fabric gently ] Hold it like this. [ and he wraps her fingers around it the appropriate way ] Now draw it under here... around, and hold onto this piece...

[graveflowers]

[Oh he's holding her hand again.

She should be focusing on something else shouldn't she? Yeah... she should. She makes a valiant effort, but wow he does smell like flowers.]

Sorry, what? I got... distracted.

[By the ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE IN THE ROOM.]

[luthir]

Do I need to go slower? [ he glances over at her, an honest question, void of judgment, but his hand retracts from hers a bit as he waits for an answer ]