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

[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 ]

[graveflowers]

No. No. Wait, yes! Yes, you should go slower.You should completely that your time.

[luthir]

[ another very small smile, almost hard to catch, and he moves his hand back to brush hers once more, even more gently than before. ] One step at a time then. Secure here... [ he slides a hand beneath hers and draws it to the appropriate place to hold the strip ]

[graveflowers]

[She swallows and tries to actually pay attention. It is ridiculous, the way he affects her. He is barely touching her and she is just a bundle of overexcited butterflies.

"I am afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?" said Alice to the Caterpillar.

She follows his directions, holding it in place and trying not to keep looking at him. She is failing pretty miserably. Maybe it would be easier if they hadn't just been taking about how she should live her life and grab it by the horns or whatever.

But no. That's just how she is around him.]

'kay.

[luthir]

[ ♬ since you've been around - rosie thomas

the fact that he's taking his time only makes it more excruciating, really, as his hands seem to linger on hers and it's hard to know whether that's because he's got the patience of a two hundred year old elf or what. ] Now pull it under here, around - you fold it under each time, like this. [ she'll need a dex check of at least 12 even with his help. he makes it look so easy :| ]

[graveflowers]

[She follows along (dex 16), but how she does that is anyone's guess since the sole focus of her brain is not hyperventilating. This, she thinks, was a bad plan. Except, she doesn't care.]

Why this? The present, I mean. You could have picked a daisy on your way out and I would have been happy.

[luthir]

You could sprout your own daisies. [ he continues guiding her methodically along ] A gift should be a reflection of both the giver and the receiver.

It might seem a small thing in my culture, but I've yet to see an equivalent in yours... and concealing one's position while firing can be the difference between life and death.

It seemed... practical, and you strike me as a woman who can value practicality. [ he glances over ] Though perhaps I shouldn't make assumptions.

[graveflowers]

So I am never gonna get flowers because i can grow them myself? Oh that's not fair. I could buy them myself too. [Not so much the point, but she is still thinking that over.]

You seem very... interested in my well being.

[luthir]

[ he smiles wryly ] As you're fond of recalling, I did help rescue you once. I'd hate for that to be for nothing.

[graveflowers]

So it's just to make sure your efforts weren't in vain, then?