this smile is a loaded gun

edith grace fortescue;

I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless even if I break my bones I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

edith's mask

Waitig was funny for Sybill. It often felt as if she was always waiting; for the next sign or message, for time to catch up with what she knew, for fate to unfold. For Edith to be next to her again. What did all this May Queen madness mean? Why target them- was the message about specific people, or just destined for whoever happened to end up on the court?

“Ah, don’t worry. I like having plenty to look at. I don’t have too much in the way of decor at the moment, given how I’d been living. It’s mostly Divination stuff scattered around right now, and whatever little gifts I could fit. I keep meaning to venture out for things, but the idea always gets away from me. Picking up a shift at work, new years party, mercury poisoning…” Sybill sighed, “the death eaters, then. So rude to ruin a perfectly nice festival.”

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“I could look at all that, yeah,” Edith said, her cheeks going rosy, “but I’d much rather look at you.”

She had meant her promise about not leaving the room. Staying here and making sure Sybill actually got some rest and recover was far more important. They both needed time to unwind, right? 

“When you’re all better, maybe we can go venture out together and find some.” She suggested, running her fingers through Sybill’s hair gently. “They ruin most things. It’s incredibly rude. At least for the moment they’re losing.”

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“I… that didn’t answer either of my questions.” Alice lifted her hands in surrender and let her sister grab the paper, leaning back a little and pulling her tea closer to her. “So, you’re reading to Sybill, now?”

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“Pandora’s just Pandora. There’s no explaining her.” Edith had only really experienced Pandora in passing, but it had been fun. She seemed like a riot. “Well,” she said casually, not looking at her sister, “We’ve got to have something to do when we’re not kissing.”

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“What is a… blibbering humdinger and where did this Pandora girl hear about them?”

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“Oooh, she found something new again? Pass it over, I love these things. I don’t even care if it’s real it’s hilarious I love her writing. Plus, then I can read it to Syb.”

“Ah, that reminds me, I was going to talk to her about flowers. I’ll have to try and stop by soon.” She loved that laugh. How many people got to hear it that bright? What would Edith be wearing at the weddng? “I’m sure we’ll manage to find something we can agree on.” Sybill said with a nod, her gaze dropping to Edith’s mouth for just a moment, her own smile slow.

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“Better knock first.” Edith said, wrinkling her nose. Not that she had done anything as traumatic as walking in on Ally and Frank, but she had made that one joke that still haunted her. Humor was a curse. Edith felt something warm thrill through her. “Oh, I’m sure we could.” She said, stepping forward.

Her mother hadn’t been the most maternal. Sybill had never been left ill and unobserved, or anything, but there hadn’t been much warmth, especially as she got older. So, she would have to take Edith’s word on the healing process. She settled back into her cushions with a sigh, surrenderng to the comfort. 

She hummed to acknowledge the offer, smiling a bit. Edith’s address. Would she use the notepad Sybill left by her phone, or did she bring her own? She could put the page in her scrapbook when she had the address down elsewhere. “I s’pose my figuring out where you live by some other odd means would be a different kind of surprise. I bet you have a pretty house.”

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Edith gave Syb a fond look as she settled down, doing her best not to rush the potion process. She refused to be the reason Syb’s work went sideways. It took the exact amount of time Syb had said but it still felt like ages before Edith got to settle down next to her on the couch. Edith could be patient, when she wanted. She just normally didn’t want to, is all.

“It’s not nearly as cute as yours. Mine’s more...” She thought of her own home, with its multicolored walls and the Rube Goldberg machine what was supposed to be the second bedroom. Not to mention the kitchen. No really, it was best not to. “Umm, chaotic? Promise I won’t leave this room unless I have to, since I didn’t give you any time to like clean or anything.”

Her mother hadn’t been the most maternal. Sybill had never been left ill and unobserved, or anything, but there hadn’t been much warmth, especially as she got older. So, she would have to take Edith’s word on the healing process. She settled back into her cushions with a sigh, surrenderng to the comfort. 

She hummed to acknowledge the offer, smiling a bit. Edith’s address. Would she use the notepad Sybill left by her phone, or did she bring her own? She could put the page in her scrapbook when she had the address down elsewhere. “I s’pose my figuring out where you live by some other odd means would be a different kind of surprise. I bet you have a pretty house.”

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“I can always hide my address if you’d rather, make a game of it.” Edith offered, tempted to just tuck herself up in the couch and spend the rest of the night fussing over Sybill. The only thing stopping her was the potion. But she knew when she’d been finished with that. 

“Your place is prettier.” It felt like Sybill. Edith hadn’t explored it or anything, but this room felt like Sybill. It made Edi feel at home. “Mine’s much messier. Especially since my roommate’s moved out.”

She over to kiss Sybill’s shoulder, and then her temple. “I’d give you a proper kiss but then I’d definitely forget about the potion entirely. And I should definitely put it away.”