Happy birthday to...
On her first ever birthday, Eostre woke up because something was moving in her lap. This wasn't entirely unusual; when she fell asleep in bed, Walt had a way of getting up onto the bed with being invited but Eostre was virtually certain that she'd fallen asleep in her armchair the night before. It was definately her lap and not one of the babies kicking. She had rather a pressing need to go to the toilet, which, unfortunately, accompanied dawn more mornings than not these days.
She opened her eyes.
In her lap was a large wicker basket with a looped handle, filled to the brim with eggs. chocolate eggs. And things covered in sugar and cellophane wrapping. And a large, plush rabbit. The movement in her lap had been caused by the real rabbit (a very small rabbit but a rabbit never-the-less) who was making a concerted effort to escape from the basket. Thankfully, it was not wrapped in cellophane. Eostre stared at it stupidly for a second. On the handle was a ribbon which said HAPPY EASTER! in big letters.
Delicately, Eostre picked up the bunny in one hand, turning it so that she could look into its little face. The bunny regarded her with a look of pure displeasure.
"This is like Mike's letter, isn't it?" said Eostre, her lips involuntarily pressing into a line. "Somebody is playing silly buggers and they think they're hilarious."
The bunny twitched its ear. Eostre raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to call you Wednesday," she said. "You look just like him. I suppose you fancy a cigar."
Eostre settled Wednesday on her chest (the real Wednesday would probably have enjoyed it more) and gave the basket a look of pure, unadulterated displeasure.
Someone, somewhere, was hell-bent on ruining her day.
ooc: the Lady of the Dawn has her item, and her item is pissed off. Well, part of it is. If you know Eostre's canon at all, you know why this is funny and had to be today. Tag slow/tag late, and don't worry: if she throws something, at least it'll only be a chocolate egg...or maybe a Peep.
She opened her eyes.
In her lap was a large wicker basket with a looped handle, filled to the brim with eggs. chocolate eggs. And things covered in sugar and cellophane wrapping. And a large, plush rabbit. The movement in her lap had been caused by the real rabbit (a very small rabbit but a rabbit never-the-less) who was making a concerted effort to escape from the basket. Thankfully, it was not wrapped in cellophane. Eostre stared at it stupidly for a second. On the handle was a ribbon which said HAPPY EASTER! in big letters.
Delicately, Eostre picked up the bunny in one hand, turning it so that she could look into its little face. The bunny regarded her with a look of pure displeasure.
"This is like Mike's letter, isn't it?" said Eostre, her lips involuntarily pressing into a line. "Somebody is playing silly buggers and they think they're hilarious."
The bunny twitched its ear. Eostre raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to call you Wednesday," she said. "You look just like him. I suppose you fancy a cigar."
Eostre settled Wednesday on her chest (the real Wednesday would probably have enjoyed it more) and gave the basket a look of pure, unadulterated displeasure.
Someone, somewhere, was hell-bent on ruining her day.
ooc: the Lady of the Dawn has her item, and her item is pissed off. Well, part of it is. If you know Eostre's canon at all, you know why this is funny and had to be today. Tag slow/tag late, and don't worry: if she throws something, at least it'll only be a chocolate egg...or maybe a Peep.