#lavinia answer

“There is somethin’ at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”  Lavinia softly quotes 

Perhaps now wasn’t the time to be pulling out literature , but she’s a librarian with a soft spot for her favorite classic horror story. Leaning back a little on the library stairs the two were sitting on, Johnny had caught her while on break and talking led to sitting outside the building….led to her sitting just a little bit closer with her tired smile but mischievous eyes. She is so damn tired and for once she feels safe enough to let it show.

Breath is held for a moment, a pause in trying to lift herself back up via the nearest table. Several papers lay scattered around and a wooden cane has rolled half under a nearby cabinet. 

Not the voice that Lavinia had expected to come from the now open once slammed shut door. God that meant their fight had been heard by wandering ears. Somehow this makes this situation worse. Cheeks hot with embarrassment and the sting on the left side of her face that hopefully won't leave a mark. Lavinia won't cry, she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of any tears even if he’s not present. 

“H-Hate to be a bother but would you mind-” Thankfully she still has good upper strength from her dancing years, only a second of struggle to fully pull herself up “ Helpin' me to retrieve this paperwork?”

“I know.” She softly replies

William wanted to talk to Michael when he got home from the pizzeria, and they both know how well that can go. Especially the kind of talks where he’s mad, which is what Lavinia had just warned Mike about. They both had the battle scars from that kind of talk, literal and metaphorical, but what could be done? Trapped in a powder keg waiting to explode any minute it sometimes felt like. A nervous bite at her nails, then a sigh, and she straightens her outfit.

“Oh it was quite a darin’ escape out the second floor window.” Lavinia chuckles a little as she takes a sip from her water, unable to continue  with the joke “Hen’s watchin’ them for me. A sort of, he babysits the kids and I babysit the employees as I'm the only boss they’ll let loose around.”

The employees liked to cut loose at least three times a year, before spring /winter breaks and once for summer, and there was only one bar in town that could handle fitting a chunk of Fazbear workers. With an added bonus there was karaoke to laugh at friends and co workers being shit faced and trying to sing. 

“ Last time someone managed to steal the ceilin’ fan, somehow….and half of these mechanics went home in the wrong car.”

That would be why her purse was the current sacred holder of everyone’s keys so no one makes a stupid decision. 

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“I never….had much of a childhood after my grandfather passed.”

Lavinia leans back in her chair a little, fiddling with the rings on her finger and a soft sort of hum. 

“I want to give them everythin’. The world, the moon and the stars. I may not have a good reference for what makes a mother, but it’s what they deserve.All three of them are so, amazin’ and wicked smart. Makes me wonder at least once a day how in the world they came from half of me.”

A soft laugh as she sits up proper again in her chair. 

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

The technician, hair streaked with gray, ran his hand down the side of the spirit's face, a small smile on his lips as bittersweet emotions rolled in his heart.

"Maybe I'm feeling old tonight, but I'm realizin' anew that you're every bit as beautiful as th' day you died," he murmured. "Time is cruel to the livin'. And while I'd rather have you alive by my side, I am glad it doesn't have its claws on you anymore. It doesn't deserve you." (For Lavinia)

The ghost gently tilts what she can of her head into his touch , something warm and gentle with it all. Like the light fog in the morning as the sun rises, a warm cup of coffee and porch rocking chairs. A lightly lilac of a blush on her face. No need to breathe but the phantom movement of it in her chest.

“It’s not…. entirely cruel, you're ….still as handsome as the day… we met ..if not handsomer.” Lavinia softly hums 

She does her best to put her ghostly hand on top of his, a gentle try at a squeeze to reassure she’s still here. 

"... You know, the reason I stay at this job- besides spending time with present company- is wanting to help the spirits bound to this place to move on. I haven't yet found a way to accomplish that, but what if it is not my skill that fails me, but my imagination?"

(For Lovey)

The hare ghost listens patiently as he talks, a small brief tilt of the hat to hide her face as the comment about her brings a soft violet to her cheeks, though its quickly replaced by a gentle sigh. She understood the sentiment all too well. Not even she had found the trick to it, and she was the one of the two actually on the other side of the plain. Though Lav was always unsure if she qualified as a ghost or entity of sorts. 

“P-Perhaps this m-may call fooooorr as they say….two heads are better then one?”

She lifts her hat back up, shadows and glow twisted into a warm smile.

Lavinia’s heart had sunk when first seeing her husband, hands and clothes stained with red. The worry came fast but she felt it could be an excused natural response. Given the dangers that came with the springlocks and other things in the restaurant. She’s seen her husband with bloodstains more than she’d ever like. 

The worry slows when he tells her to stop the fussing, that it isn’t his blood. It’s still blood though and while she’s calmed to retrieve a wet rag from the sink…Lavinia still has questions.

“ A work incident? Who-, oh please don’t say it was Hen.”