voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

[ex_audacity56]

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

Comments

[ex_audacity56]

[oh god is she at that age where she pep talks young boys she's just met. is she.]

Funny way of looking at it. You must have people you miss.

[foreignflight]

[you are in luck. he doesn't sound like he necessarily need it.]

Here or where I was isn't going to change that.

[at least he wasn't alone here.]

[ex_audacity56]

Suppose so. [doubtfully. then — ] All this, and I forgot to ask your name. I'm Jem.

[foreignflight]

It's fine for me. [ Oh. ] Nice to meet you. I'm Ao.

[ex_audacity56]

You too. Thanks for the answers.

[foreignflight]

They weren't much but I hope they helped. If you have anymore I can try to help, too.