Jane Austen and Tiwa-post Becoming Jane+Changeling OC-Barplace

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[is_a_ghost]

There is a young and very pale man who comes into the bar soaking wet from someplace it's obviously raining, dropping his bag on the floor by the first table he sees.

He pushes his milk-white hair out of his face before looking around and blinking a bit; this is not where he excepted to be.

[pi_wakawaka]

As he enters, Tiwa gives him a thoughtful look, he almost looks like a Changeling who isn't good at hiding and says,

"You'll get drier faster by the fireplace."

[is_a_ghost]

He actually isn't magical at all, not even in the tiniest amount, but he still looks almost pitiful all wet and ghostly pale. Silas just shivers once in the cool circulating air of the bar and looks at her through pale violet eyes, not sure of what precisely this place is supposed to be, since it isn't the hallway he thought he ducked into.

"...Thank you."

[pi_wakawaka]

"You need to stand in front of the fire to get properly dry, its right there. Do you want some cocoa?"

He looks like he needs feeding and she searches for a wait rat and orders cocoa, towels and soup.

[is_a_ghost]

He isn't technically malnourished, though he is very skinny as yet. His clothes don't help much with the impression of a drowned moth as he stands in front of the fireplace, listening to her chatter like a bird.

Silas does manage to nod, wrapping his arms around his waist.

[pi_wakawaka]

She tosses one of the blankets on the couch towards him,

"Take off your top layer, there's a good drying rack over here. What's your name?"

[is_a_ghost]

He catches it with reflexes that say plainer than any words that he's used to having things thrown in his direction, and he holds it a little away from his chest, not wanting to get it wet.

"I'm not wearing anything under this," he says, picking at his wet shirt. While it would be nice to get out of the soggy clothes, he isn't sure how he feels about exposing himself to anyone given how unusual he looks. "And my name is Silas."

[pi_wakawaka]

"I go by Tiwa, so wrap the blanket around you. If you stay in those clothes, you'll get a cold,"

The rats soon bustle up and hand Silas a really big fluffy towel that's warm and set soup and cocoa on a nearby table.

[is_a_ghost]

He just watches all the bustle with a mute and faintly wary expression, before he slowly peels off the shirt, leaving his bone-white hair standing in disarray. His chest is just as pale, but quickly hidden by the towel.

"It was just summer rain," he says softly.

[pi_wakawaka]

"It still can get you wet. There that should be better. Where did you come in from?"

[is_a_ghost]

"Marseille," he answers, sinking down to sit on the floor, close to the soup on the table. "Et vous?"

[pi_wakawaka]

"Wellington, New Zealand. Oh that must be a pretty place."

[is_a_ghost]

"It is. It is very sunny."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Do you have to worry about getting sunburnt?"

[is_a_ghost]

"Ah...a little," he says. "It is very easy to burn with my skin so pale."

[pi_wakawaka]

"I can see that. Do you have any fae blood in you?"

He doesn't feel like he does but she knows Milliways can make that hard to pinpoint.