15th Fairy Tale § Voice/Action

[tehoniongirl]

[McCoy's empty room (because, even gone, it was still his) still drew Jilly's eye every time she walked past it. And house Seven felt unnaturally quiet, even though McCoy hadn't really been a loud housemate. It was more that McCoy's presence had been so dependable and solid and real that the lack of it left a noticeable emptiness in its wake

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[Action]

[consultmybooks]

[It's after nearly two hours that Giles will join her, carrying a bundled sheaf of papers tightly in both hands.

He takes a seat next to her.]

...h-hello.

[Action]

[tehoniongirl]

[she smiles easily at him, for now just sitting and enjoying the warmth of the fire on her face. The rest of her unsent messages are held down by a rock in order to keep them from being blown away by a stray wind]

Hi, Giles.

Re: [Action]

[consultmybooks]

[With autumn coming on, it's definitely a nice afternoon for a fire.

Giles sets his bundle down and just keeps his hand over them. For later. He indicates the fire.]

I can, um, I can think of easier ways to clear out your yard.

Re: [Action]

[tehoniongirl]

[that gets a laugh]

I guess so, but it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity.

[Written]

[shadedsunlight]

Always did like Hamlet.

[...] Well-wishes for safety and happiness. Goodbyes for a few I didn't get the chance with, things I should have said but never did or couldn't say at the time.

[Written]

[tehoniongirl]

It's one of my favorites...though it's hard to pick a favorite, sometimes.

I think most of us have things left unsaid. One of the hazards of being snatched without warning.

[Written]

[shadedsunlight]

I also like The Tempest.

And even if one knows better and tries to say what they want to say, it's still not that easy.

[Written]

[tehoniongirl]

No...easy definitely isn't the word for it.

I still want to, though. Send messages. Even if it's just the slightest chance they'll get through.

[written]

[winged_moon]

I suspect that most who would have such messages to send wouldn't care to divulge their contents.

[voice]

[tehoniongirl]

[when the words catch her glimpse she has to pick the book up, shifting it into the firelight to read the words. She responds back with speech, though.] Fair enough...and I'm not trying to trick anyone.

But not all messages would be private, per se.

[voice]

[winged_moon]

[The problem with voice messages is that a certain housemate might hear them and realize Yue is looking at his journal. There's a bit of a delay before he responds again, since he had to go outside to his roof perch before responding, but at least he'll do so aloud this time.]

Are you sending messages, or simply inquiring out of curiosity?

Re: [voice]

[tehoniongirl]

[oh! She knows that voice. The smile is as much for the speaker as it is for the question]

I'm sending them. Or trying to, anyway.

[voice]

[redheaded_rock]

Just: "I miss you."

[voice]

[tehoniongirl]

I can do that.

[she recognizes the voice, but she's not sure that Alexis would recognize hers. They'd only spoken twice, after all]

[voice]

[redheaded_rock]

[There's a silence before Alexis speaks again. Some memories of Luceti are pretty dim, some fairly fresh. Most of it falls right in between.]

I know your voice, don't I?

[voice]

[tehoniongirl]

You might. [she said it with a smile] You're a friend of Archie's.

We've talked before, but it's been awhile.

[slaying]

[ eventually, buffy crawls up onto her window sill. she's sitting there -- window open, feet dangling out. it's a bittersweet moment given how long bones fought against her using the window instead of the door.

but she watches jilly from this distance. knuckles whitening as they grip the window frame. ]

[tehoniongirl]

[she doesn't rush through her offerings. Instead, each one is delivered into the fire and then followed by a respectful pause. It seemed more fitting to give each message its own bit of space before moving on to the next.

In between, she leaned back on her hands and watched the smoke curl towards the stars, as if she could track the words as they dispersed into the sky]

[slaying]

[ eventually -- as the fire dies down -- buffy slips off from the window sill and approaches. silent. she comes to a stop beside jilly with her hands jammed in her pockets. ]

[tehoniongirl]

[she's feeding another message into the fire when the Slayer stops nearby. The paper crackles and curls before becoming indistinguishable from the smouldering leaves]

Hey.