2014-07-16
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smallshoes2014-07-16 01:18 ammemory, open to both courts.
[This memory flickers to life with a burst of confetti. Lizzie is practically hurling it into a young man's face, though he looks delighted with all the fuss. He has the same golden hair and green eyes as Elizabeth, and is clearly a few years older than her. Their clothes match: viewers might recognize the white uniforms of fencers, the crisp jacket and breeches. Both their foreheads are dotted with sweat, and Elizabeth's curls are mussed.]
You did so well! [she shouts, throwing her arms into the air and pitching forward. The young man catches her, red-faced and starry-eyed.] Brother, you've improved so much! Your footwork was absolutely incredible!
[They part, but only enough to let her latch on to his arm. You've never seen a teenaged boy look as proud as this one does now.] What are you talking about, [he says,] you were the one who won your set. Mother's going to want to line me up with new drills, I just know it.
Oh, but you were wonderful, Ed. [Lizzie lets go of his arm, and takes to adjusting her curls, now self-conscious from his commentary. Yes, she won, though removing her helmet in front of all of the boys was terribly embarrassing, at the end. She'd rather focus on her brother's improvement than her own dealings with this sort of thing.]
Well, I'm proud of you, [he tells her, and reaches down to help her untangle her big curls.] My Lizzie, such an angel, you're such a hard worker. Mother and Father will be very proud, too.
[At this, Elizabeth perks up, eyes going light again and a smile blooming back at her mouth.] Well, about that! Mother said if I did well, I could take a trip to go see Ciel! So I'm off tomorrow, because I want to see him as soooon as I can!
[Now her brother's face looks made for scowling.] Off to see that brat, really... He should be the one coming to see you...
Oh, he's so busy! And you mustn't say things like that, don't talk crudely of a man in front of his wife! [She's steamed up! Who knew this smiling girl had a high-pitched temper!
Brother can only look pained.] How can you call that kid a man! And you're not his wife! You know I don't accept this arrangement, and it hasn't happened yet!
[Ahhh, now, this really sets Lizzie off.] Edward! [she exclaims, aghast, and punches him in the mouth. She doesn't seem to realize what she's done, though, because she's wringing her hands and shaking her head from side to side, quickly. And she worries about being a lady!] How could you say such a thing about my dearest darling! I won't dance with you at my wedding if you carry on this way!
[And she turns on her heel.]
Lizzie, wait! [Edward cries, holding his chin and hurrying after her, still completely enamored with his little sister even after getting decked. They leave out into a great hallway filled with the sound of clapping, and Elizabeth can be heard stammering,] Oh—! Th- Thank you...!
You did so well! [she shouts, throwing her arms into the air and pitching forward. The young man catches her, red-faced and starry-eyed.] Brother, you've improved so much! Your footwork was absolutely incredible!
[They part, but only enough to let her latch on to his arm. You've never seen a teenaged boy look as proud as this one does now.] What are you talking about, [he says,] you were the one who won your set. Mother's going to want to line me up with new drills, I just know it.
Oh, but you were wonderful, Ed. [Lizzie lets go of his arm, and takes to adjusting her curls, now self-conscious from his commentary. Yes, she won, though removing her helmet in front of all of the boys was terribly embarrassing, at the end. She'd rather focus on her brother's improvement than her own dealings with this sort of thing.]
Well, I'm proud of you, [he tells her, and reaches down to help her untangle her big curls.] My Lizzie, such an angel, you're such a hard worker. Mother and Father will be very proud, too.
[At this, Elizabeth perks up, eyes going light again and a smile blooming back at her mouth.] Well, about that! Mother said if I did well, I could take a trip to go see Ciel! So I'm off tomorrow, because I want to see him as soooon as I can!
[Now her brother's face looks made for scowling.] Off to see that brat, really... He should be the one coming to see you...
Oh, he's so busy! And you mustn't say things like that, don't talk crudely of a man in front of his wife! [She's steamed up! Who knew this smiling girl had a high-pitched temper!
Brother can only look pained.] How can you call that kid a man! And you're not his wife! You know I don't accept this arrangement, and it hasn't happened yet!
[Ahhh, now, this really sets Lizzie off.] Edward! [she exclaims, aghast, and punches him in the mouth. She doesn't seem to realize what she's done, though, because she's wringing her hands and shaking her head from side to side, quickly. And she worries about being a lady!] How could you say such a thing about my dearest darling! I won't dance with you at my wedding if you carry on this way!
[And she turns on her heel.]
Lizzie, wait! [Edward cries, holding his chin and hurrying after her, still completely enamored with his little sister even after getting decked. They leave out into a great hallway filled with the sound of clapping, and Elizabeth can be heard stammering,] Oh—! Th- Thank you...!
somethingprecious2014-07-16 05:21 ammemory | open to both courts
[The memory starts off at night, large and colorful firecrackers lighting up the sky. The sounds of people laughing and being merry can be heard all around in what is obviously a large celebration of some kind. There is food and drink in everyone's hands and if there is one thing off about this very happy memory is that almost everyone seen have large, furry bare feet and in comparison to the one person there who is wearing shoes they are also very, very short.
The one person who sticks out among all the Hobbits here is a very tall and elderly-looking man dressed completely in gray with an equally gray pointy hat and beard. He seems preoccupied with some of the fireworks when suddenly a very small child runs up from behind with a wooden sword and begins to promptly smack his backside with it, giggling madly like children do.
Of course the tall man, in good humor, turns around to playfully fight back with the small child, laughing all the while with the boy until a woman's voice calls out in surprise.]
Bilbo! Bilbo! [A young woman with dark, bouncy curls in a dark red dress comes running up to the tall man, Gandalf and young Bilbo, gently pulling the toy from him with a disapproving look that lasts all of five seconds.] Bilbo, no that is very impolite!...
[The memory fades with Belladonna, Bilbo's mother, turning to Gandalf with an apologetic smile while Bilbo looks up at both of them still in good spirits.]
[ooc; If you wanted to watch the cuteness in action...]
The one person who sticks out among all the Hobbits here is a very tall and elderly-looking man dressed completely in gray with an equally gray pointy hat and beard. He seems preoccupied with some of the fireworks when suddenly a very small child runs up from behind with a wooden sword and begins to promptly smack his backside with it, giggling madly like children do.
Of course the tall man, in good humor, turns around to playfully fight back with the small child, laughing all the while with the boy until a woman's voice calls out in surprise.]
Bilbo! Bilbo! [A young woman with dark, bouncy curls in a dark red dress comes running up to the tall man, Gandalf and young Bilbo, gently pulling the toy from him with a disapproving look that lasts all of five seconds.] Bilbo, no that is very impolite!...
[The memory fades with Belladonna, Bilbo's mother, turning to Gandalf with an apologetic smile while Bilbo looks up at both of them still in good spirits.]
[ooc; If you wanted to watch the cuteness in action...]
kingsdaughter2014-07-16 08:30 amEntry tags:
Video | open to both courts
I'm not going to be looking at my locket till I've heard all these memories've stopped showing. If you need me, you'll have to find me the old-fashioned way. My lady, one of my fairies will attend you and send for me when you need me.
Video - Seelie/Unseelie
[The locket is opened and set to video, showing the inside of the Station (to those that are familiar with it). The POV moves up a set of stairs to a second floor lounge area, the railing of it opening up over the main floor and giving the viewer a wonderful view of the whole area. The locket turns to show Stiles, looking like he's, as a certain dark haired professor would say 'up to something'. He starts to talk in hushed tones, whispering to the locket.]
Allison, I thought you'd want to see this. Lydia, you too. This is for you, girls. Well, and me, but mostly for you.
[He looks like he's barely repressing laughter, moving so he's crouched down by the rails, peering through them. It's not more than a minute before his target comes strolling in. Peter Hale, looking just as cocky and jerky as ever. He reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a bottle, pulling the cork out with a puff of pink smoke. He looks at the locket again and bites his lip to hold in the laugh, aiming the locket back at Peter.]
Oh, Peter~
[His voice is sing-song as he stands and reaches out over the railing, pouring the contents of the bottle down on the man looking around in bewilderment. There's a puff of pink smoke and when it clears, the horror is revealed and Stiles bursts out laughing.]
~*~ POV SWITCH TO PETER ~*~
[The stations been good for Peter's state of mind. Unfortunately, it has also left him with his guard lowered. He's minding his own business when he walks below Stiles, intent on consuming the largest coffee he can get his hands on. He's caught wind of Stiles scent - it's been so long, though, that it lingers on the edge of his peripherals. Familiar, like a face he can't quite place.
When he hears Stiles call out, he freezes, fists clenching at his sides and his mouth curling into an irritated snarl. He looks up, ready to offer a moutful of profanity - except he's blinded, momentarily, with a pink puff and the words die in throat. ]
What -
[He tries to clear it with his hands, coughing rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. When it clears he's aware of two things: 1) he's just been pranked and 2) his hands are grotesquely patterned. He's mute with growing horror and rage, torn between hunting Stiles down and tearing his throat out and going straight to his room to inspect the damage in private.
His vanity wins out in the end and he turns, legging it the other way. ]
~*~ POV SWITCH TO STILES ~*~
[The locket shows Stiles on the floor of the upper lounge of the Station, laughing his ass off. It wasn't just Peter's hands that were covered in the black and pink fur (though he hadn't expected the black part), it was his entire body, making him look like a black and pink striped version of Brobee, minus the large eyes and pointy horn things and overlong arms, of course. But still, he was proud with his work and it showed in the tears streaming down his face.]
Did you get it? Did I get it? Did you see that? Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh my god, that was so much better than I thought it would be. Oh god, I think I'm gonna pee myself. Aha ha ha ha ha!
[Stiles is still lying there laughing, needing a moment before he attempted to get up and make his way back to the fairy ring.]
{ooc: This post will be open for comments for both Peter and Stiles, so please feel free to make mention of who you're attempting to reach in the subject header.}
Allison, I thought you'd want to see this. Lydia, you too. This is for you, girls. Well, and me, but mostly for you.
[He looks like he's barely repressing laughter, moving so he's crouched down by the rails, peering through them. It's not more than a minute before his target comes strolling in. Peter Hale, looking just as cocky and jerky as ever. He reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a bottle, pulling the cork out with a puff of pink smoke. He looks at the locket again and bites his lip to hold in the laugh, aiming the locket back at Peter.]
Oh, Peter~
[His voice is sing-song as he stands and reaches out over the railing, pouring the contents of the bottle down on the man looking around in bewilderment. There's a puff of pink smoke and when it clears, the horror is revealed and Stiles bursts out laughing.]
[The stations been good for Peter's state of mind. Unfortunately, it has also left him with his guard lowered. He's minding his own business when he walks below Stiles, intent on consuming the largest coffee he can get his hands on. He's caught wind of Stiles scent - it's been so long, though, that it lingers on the edge of his peripherals. Familiar, like a face he can't quite place.
When he hears Stiles call out, he freezes, fists clenching at his sides and his mouth curling into an irritated snarl. He looks up, ready to offer a moutful of profanity - except he's blinded, momentarily, with a pink puff and the words die in throat. ]
What -
[He tries to clear it with his hands, coughing rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. When it clears he's aware of two things: 1) he's just been pranked and 2) his hands are grotesquely patterned. He's mute with growing horror and rage, torn between hunting Stiles down and tearing his throat out and going straight to his room to inspect the damage in private.
His vanity wins out in the end and he turns, legging it the other way. ]
[The locket shows Stiles on the floor of the upper lounge of the Station, laughing his ass off. It wasn't just Peter's hands that were covered in the black and pink fur (though he hadn't expected the black part), it was his entire body, making him look like a black and pink striped version of Brobee, minus the large eyes and pointy horn things and overlong arms, of course. But still, he was proud with his work and it showed in the tears streaming down his face.]
Did you get it? Did I get it? Did you see that? Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh my god, that was so much better than I thought it would be. Oh god, I think I'm gonna pee myself. Aha ha ha ha ha!
[Stiles is still lying there laughing, needing a moment before he attempted to get up and make his way back to the fairy ring.]
{ooc: This post will be open for comments for both Peter and Stiles, so please feel free to make mention of who you're attempting to reach in the subject header.}
kilimanjaro2014-07-16 11:29 pmEntry tags:
MEMORY || OPEN TO BOTH COURTS
He doesn’t mean for it to happen. It starts out as just a tiny thing, a few sticks rubbed together until it bursts into flame. Kili smiles triumphantly, dropping the round, egg-shaped rocks he’s found into the middle of the fire. He’s young, only thirty two, just a child.
When he turns his back to look towards home, the fire starts to grow, consuming the small kindling that the young dwarf left around the fire. There’s no pit to keep it contained, nothing to keep the flames from starting to engulf the forest around it. Kili looks back to find what seemed like half the wood aflame.
He reaches into the fire, wanting to reclaim his rocks, but they’re too hot and he withdraws with a cry of pain, his palms an angry red. He’s lucky at least that there’s scouts on watch that spot the fire, and soon enough half the settlement is swarming about with buckets of water.
Dis spots her child in the middle of all of it, no surprise, and ushers Kili back home, tearing off strips of her dress to cover his burned hands.
“Foolish child!” she scolds fiercely, tying the fabric around the burns. “Don’t you know you could have gotten yourself killed? What were you thinking?”
Kili’s eyes brim with tears, his lower lip trembling. “I-I was just trying to make you prettier, Mama.”
Dis stops short, giving him a long look. “Oh?” she prompts, clearly puzzled.
The dwarfling nods, sniffling. “I heard Uncle Thorin talking about when you lived in Erebor an’ you had all this treasure, how you always looked so pretty with all those shiny rocks in your jewelry, an’ Bofur told me and Fili how some rocks have crystals inside ‘em. S-so I thought I’d...melt the rocks to get to the crystals, so I could make you nice jewelry for your birthday.”
Dis’ hard expression softens as she finishes with the bandages on Kili’s hands and draws him into a tight hug. “Oh Kili,” she sighs, releasing him to hold him at arms’ length. “I’m going to tell you something very important.”
Kili’s brown eyes are wide and still sparkling with tears as he watches his mother closely.
“Jewelry is only rocks, my child,” Dis tells him gently, running her fingers through dark hair. “You and your brother, you are my treasures. A shiny rock is only a shiny rock. Family is what is truly important. Promise me you’ll remember that, little wolf.”
The young dwarf nods solemnly and Dis pulls him into another hug. “I promise, Mama.”
When he turns his back to look towards home, the fire starts to grow, consuming the small kindling that the young dwarf left around the fire. There’s no pit to keep it contained, nothing to keep the flames from starting to engulf the forest around it. Kili looks back to find what seemed like half the wood aflame.
He reaches into the fire, wanting to reclaim his rocks, but they’re too hot and he withdraws with a cry of pain, his palms an angry red. He’s lucky at least that there’s scouts on watch that spot the fire, and soon enough half the settlement is swarming about with buckets of water.
Dis spots her child in the middle of all of it, no surprise, and ushers Kili back home, tearing off strips of her dress to cover his burned hands.
“Foolish child!” she scolds fiercely, tying the fabric around the burns. “Don’t you know you could have gotten yourself killed? What were you thinking?”
Kili’s eyes brim with tears, his lower lip trembling. “I-I was just trying to make you prettier, Mama.”
Dis stops short, giving him a long look. “Oh?” she prompts, clearly puzzled.
The dwarfling nods, sniffling. “I heard Uncle Thorin talking about when you lived in Erebor an’ you had all this treasure, how you always looked so pretty with all those shiny rocks in your jewelry, an’ Bofur told me and Fili how some rocks have crystals inside ‘em. S-so I thought I’d...melt the rocks to get to the crystals, so I could make you nice jewelry for your birthday.”
Dis’ hard expression softens as she finishes with the bandages on Kili’s hands and draws him into a tight hug. “Oh Kili,” she sighs, releasing him to hold him at arms’ length. “I’m going to tell you something very important.”
Kili’s brown eyes are wide and still sparkling with tears as he watches his mother closely.
“Jewelry is only rocks, my child,” Dis tells him gently, running her fingers through dark hair. “You and your brother, you are my treasures. A shiny rock is only a shiny rock. Family is what is truly important. Promise me you’ll remember that, little wolf.”
The young dwarf nods solemnly and Dis pulls him into another hug. “I promise, Mama.”