Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: The Roost, The Farplane. What: Cid and Benedikta move to a new house in the Roost. Event stuff later. Warnings: The usual. :)
[Another laugh as he's shoved away before pulled after her.]
If I had to guess, perhaps over there where the other crowd is.
[While there are certainly a lot of people here, they're closer to the tree where the wishes are being hung. Not too far is another place that seems to have a gathering, so it seems a fair guess that that's where the papers are.]
[She will lead him to that crowd, slowing her steps so that they are walking side by side, and so that she can speak quieter, for only him to hear, as they approach.]
[She glances at him, brows raised and cheeks glowing with colour, wondering what he could possibly mean by that. Is he being his usual snarky self? Is he teasing her?
She means to ask, but when they come up to where the papers are kept, her expression falls away as she picks up a small slip of paper and a pen and realizes that she may also need more than just the one.]
[She could take a few fair guesses, but it is likely true that all the wishes he could ask for wouldn't fit on a piece of paper. At least the ones they have to write with here. So he just continues to look at her with that cheshire grin until they reach the table with the paper.]
Hmm, well you could do a general "well wishes," or you can make a personal wish. I took a glance at the ones on the tree, and there was quite the variety.
[The paper crinkles at the corners under the fidgeting grip of her fingers before she works to smooth it out in her palm, her brow pinching thoughtfully.]
Well, the souls will not be getting any rest with us just standing around, will they?
[As if they are the key to it all.
She plucks a few more pieces of paper before she leads him to a lone tree that no one else is standing under, and she glances up at the very low hanging branches and leaves, appraising it. That arrogance wavers.]
Though, if they are the same way as when we last saw them, I daresay our wishes might be a waste of paper.
[And there she goes again, trying to deflect when she sees the fondness in his smile.
But she moves to press the paper against the tree so that she can write upon it, trying to hide from him what it is she says.
"For Lily and Marcus,
A wish for a life that anyone in love should have, whether it be now or later. If there is one thing this world has taught many of us, it's that it is never too late to try."
She has no idea if she is doing this right, but this should be fine enough? As she reads it over again and again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment...]
[He just chuckles as he watches her before moving around to give her privacy. It takes him a bit to think about what to write for the newlywed ghost couple, but he eventually finds his words—words that may resonate with his own personal desires as well.
Once finished, he moves over closer to Benna, trying to peer over her shoulder as she's re-reading it...]
[Thinking she's safe, she turns around, smooths out the paper with her back to him, and then faces him again as she folds it up, preparing it to tie around a branch of the tree.]
[She glances down at her folded piece of paper as if she's scared that the ink is bleeding through, but her expression softens a moment after as she watches him first tie it around the tree before she's reaching up to do the same right next to his.]
If they even know that we've left them—
["Oh, we certainly know!" The familiar voice of a woman startles Benedikta into whirling around halfway through tying her paper to the tree, only to find two equally familiar faces smiling at them. "They are very sweet."]
[And looking as in love as ever, Benedikta thinks, with their arms wrapped tightly through each others and beaming wide. Benedikta glances at them, then at her paper, and then back, wondering if this had somehow made it all the way to them...
And judging by the glint that shines in their eyes, that would be a yes.
"We are doing quite well, thank you." Lily looks at Benedikta with an innocent giggle. "We are certainly living the life that people in love should have, as you said... You were right about it being a second chance."]
What—?
[The piece of paper she'd been trying to tie to the tree flutters to the ground in her surprise—]
Intrigued by their words, Cid glances at the paper that just so happens to flutter off in that moment. And before she can reach it, he'll snatch it just before it hits the ground with a grin, Unfurling it to read.]
Let's see here—
[—and he's going to be quick to try and move away if Benedikta tries to chase him—]
[She does indeed chase him, trying to run around the tree to grab the paper out of his hand, ignoring the surprised giggles that come from Lily and Marcus.]
She tries to cut him off by going the opposite way, shoving the low hanging branches aside as she ducks beneath them to catch him. And when she eventually does, rather than grab for the paper, she throws her arms around his shoulders instead.]
You should not read things that are not yours.
[Except now, she's pressing her face up against his, and he'll feel the warmth practically radiating off her cheeks now, as she hides from the inevitable reading.
"It was quite sweet, I'm not sure what you have to be embarrassed about. Is that not what you both wish for, too?"]
[She really is too cute. So much so he can't help but chuckle against her ear and squeezing her just a little more before reaching up to pull down the slip of paper.
He'll then wave it in front of her before teasingly tapping her nose with it.
Should she choose the read it, it will be rather short, but no less meaningful.
"To Lily and Marcus,
May you have enjoy this second chance and live out your dreams to the fullest."]
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If I had to guess, perhaps over there where the other crowd is.
[While there are certainly a lot of people here, they're closer to the tree where the wishes are being hung. Not too far is another place that seems to have a gathering, so it seems a fair guess that that's where the papers are.]
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Do you have any wishes...?
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More than one single paper could fit.
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She means to ask, but when they come up to where the papers are kept, her expression falls away as she picks up a small slip of paper and a pen and realizes that she may also need more than just the one.]
... What sort of wishes do we even write?
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Hmm, well you could do a general "well wishes," or you can make a personal wish. I took a glance at the ones on the tree, and there was quite the variety.
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Wishes for the departed, they said...?
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You could just do a simple wish of letting their souls be at peace.
[He has an inkling of what she might be thinking about, so he tries to keep it from a third party perspective instead of...personal.]
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Well, the souls will not be getting any rest with us just standing around, will they?
[As if they are the key to it all.
She plucks a few more pieces of paper before she leads him to a lone tree that no one else is standing under, and she glances up at the very low hanging branches and leaves, appraising it. That arrogance wavers.]
... I thought to write one for Lily and Marcus.
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Really?
[And then he smiles fondly.]
I think that's a fine idea. In fact I might steal it and do the same.
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Though, if they are the same way as when we last saw them, I daresay our wishes might be a waste of paper.
[And there she goes again, trying to deflect when she sees the fondness in his smile.
But she moves to press the paper against the tree so that she can write upon it, trying to hide from him what it is she says.
"For Lily and Marcus,
A wish for a life that anyone in love should have, whether it be now or later. If there is one thing this world has taught many of us, it's that it is never too late to try."
She has no idea if she is doing this right, but this should be fine enough? As she reads it over again and again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment...]
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Once finished, he moves over closer to Benna, trying to peer over her shoulder as she's re-reading it...]
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What—!?
[With a double-take over her shoulder, she snatches the paper away, crinkling it in her hand behind her back.]
No peeking. That is private, Cidolfus!
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Aw, even from me?
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Yes. The wish was not meant for you.
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[He still teases her as he takes his own piece of paper already folded to tie around.]
Regardless of what it is, I'm sure the two will feel and appreciate the sentiments.
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If they even know that we've left them—
["Oh, we certainly know!" The familiar voice of a woman startles Benedikta into whirling around halfway through tying her paper to the tree, only to find two equally familiar faces smiling at them. "They are very sweet."]
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Speak of the devil—or ghosts, I should say. Good to see you two are doing well.
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And judging by the glint that shines in their eyes, that would be a yes.
"We are doing quite well, thank you." Lily looks at Benedikta with an innocent giggle. "We are certainly living the life that people in love should have, as you said... You were right about it being a second chance."]
What—?
[The piece of paper she'd been trying to tie to the tree flutters to the ground in her surprise—]
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Intrigued by their words, Cid glances at the paper that just so happens to flutter off in that moment. And before she can reach it, he'll snatch it just before it hits the ground with a grin, Unfurling it to read.]
Let's see here—
[—and he's going to be quick to try and move away if Benedikta tries to chase him—]
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[She does indeed chase him, trying to run around the tree to grab the paper out of his hand, ignoring the surprised giggles that come from Lily and Marcus.]
Give that—you are not supposed to read it.
[As her face flushes a deep, deep red.]
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[He winks at them who just laugh more as Cid darts behind the tree.]
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[Wow, and the other two are taking his side!?
She tries to cut him off by going the opposite way, shoving the low hanging branches aside as she ducks beneath them to catch him. And when she eventually does, rather than grab for the paper, she throws her arms around his shoulders instead.]
You should not read things that are not yours.
[Except now, she's pressing her face up against his, and he'll feel the warmth practically radiating off her cheeks now, as she hides from the inevitable reading.
"It was quite sweet, I'm not sure what you have to be embarrassed about. Is that not what you both wish for, too?"]
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And still holding the paper.]
Oh is it now? Well that just makes it all the more intriguing.
[With a bit of a shine in his eyes, he glances at his own that he tied up on the branch that just happens to be right above them.]
Should I share mine first?
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[Her voice is a quiet mumble in his ear, but not so quiet that the other two can't hear them apparently, because they both laugh.]
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He'll then wave it in front of her before teasingly tapping her nose with it.
Should she choose the read it, it will be rather short, but no less meaningful.
"To Lily and Marcus,
May you have enjoy this second chance and live out your dreams to the fullest."]
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