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"I'm not everyone's idea of helpful either." Edith admitted. It wasn't often someone called her ideas useful, but every now and then she had something to add. At the very least she was a body on the front lines and they needed those. "We're not really in a position to turn down help.

"Besides," Edith said as she ran her fingers through Sybill's hair gently, "No one's going to turn down someone who shows up with snacks. We're a very hungry lot."

Sybill wouldn't have minded more cuddling, but she also knew this was new territory; relationships, risk, war on the horizon. Sybill was a lot better at letting people in but that still didn't mean it was easy, and her so named gift could make her a difficult person to be around at times.

"I'm sure, I just seem to recognize it in people." It was an obsession with solving, knowing. Sybill understood it. "If I was attending there would be snacks." She confirmed. "And possibly a big stack of journals, but that's a whole other thing. It might be an uphill battle, so you know. I'm not everyone's idea of helpful."

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"That was as nice as I remembered." She said, just nearly avoiding giggling as though she was back at school. Edith couldn't lie and say she hadn't been thinking of kissing Sybill again since the aftermath of the Acid's latest explosion.

"Lunch," Edith repeated, beaming. She gave their hands a squeeze before turning down a side street and stopping. "Here it is. And it's on me today, yeah? Since I stole your lunch break."

This absolutely went against Sybill's usual concern about keeping her private life private, but there weren't many people around, and she had just wanted to know that Edith's lips were as soft and warm as she remembered. So they kissed and Sybill's hand carded through her hair and she felt the moment stretch, filling her head to make the future a distant murmur. Then their mouths parted and she huffed a breathless laugh, "we've gotten entirely sidetracked." Sybill said, a bit surprised by herself. "Lunch." She reminded them both, untangling them save for their joined hands, "lead the way."

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Edith had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from sticking out her tongue. It didn't do to be rude to ghosts, even if she really wanted to do so anyway. Gran meant something to Dorcas, and she didn't want to make her favorite cousin in the world sad. "I should hope you aren't. Loads has happened between now and then, it'd be bonkers if you were still the same."

behind the canvas, gran proceeded to move her hand with slow and steady precision as she lead the brush through the graceful line of her granddaughter's jaw. 'mind your tongue, edith.' she warned. there had always been a standard of decorum by which alanis selwyn would never allow herself, nor anyone in her vicinity, to stoop beneath. gran did not like idle small talk nor chitter chatter. statements should have value. questions should have purpose. "I'm not who she remembers." dorcas explained.

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"Do I have to ask your permission to take her out to play?" Edith asked the ghost, trying very hard to keep the quip from her voice. She knew that Dorcas's relationship with her grandma was complicated to say the least, but she'd always always wished that Dorcas could've lived with her and Ally instead. Maybe things would've been easier for her. Dor wouldn't be the same Dor that Edi loved so fiercely, but that didn't mean Edi would've loved her any less. "You're not painting her are you? Can't you do that from memory?"

where; outside the ballroom with; open

'be still.' the painter's voice cut through the air with precision. at the familiar command, dorcas gasped. she instinctively rolled her shoulders back and straightened the curve of her back. her usual unbothered and relaxed posture disappeared in place of this practiced perfection. 'lift your chin.' dorcas did. the woman continued her brush stroke without looking. not a hair on her head was out of place. it was all sleeked back and pinned on the nape of her neck. dorcas's own hand reached up to push back some of her own untamed lion's mane. 'I said stop moving, dorcas.' the ghost ordered. dorcas stilled and pulled her hand down. "yes gran."

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"Darn." Edith said, completely unapologetic. She wanted to rest her head on Sybill's and just soak in the moment, but things had gotten Serious, conversation wise. This wasn't the best time for more cuddling.

"You probably have." She admitted. Some of the people she'd thought most likely to join weren't officially part of it, but she'd also been surprised by a few of the people who were. "Sometimes there are snacks. Depends on who's attending."

Sybill managed a soft chuckle, managing to shift just a little in her blanket prison to take in her small living room. "Yeah. And I don't think I have enough mugs. You'll just have to keep me to yourself." She sighed, like that was some great burden on them both.

Aha, The Order. Sybill wasn't sure how inconspicuous the group was concerned with being these days. And... She still wasn't sure they'd welcome the sort of help she could offer. But it hadn't taken nearly as long as she'd expected to get an invite. Who knew seven minutes in the coat check would get her here. "Hmm, I'm sure I've already met most of you." She blinked open her eyes a bit, gaze just so narrowed at Edith- her visions, she was sure she'd figured most of the members. "Do the meetings have snacks?"

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edith's mask

verdict: she loves it

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Edith leaned into the warmth of the touch, always happy for physical affection. She couldn't remember exactly how long Sybill had for lunch but surely they had time yet. The teashop wasn't much further away. "I don't think I'm ever going to mind kissing you." She admitted, before pressing her lips to Sybill's.

She reached up with her other hand, not resisting the urge to skate her fingers across Edith's cheek on her path to brush some hair behind her ear, wanting to know the warmth of her skin. Time. How much time did they have? Never enough. "Would you mind kissing me again?"

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Edith blushed in delight as Sybill pulled her closer. She hardly needed much encouragement, but it definitely never hurt. Holding hands was always so nice, especially when it involved cute girls. "I certainly wouldn't mind getting more familiar. Sounds like a good time to me."

"Hmm, noted." Sybill grinned. It would hardly be a surprise if the two were often occupied that way, engaged and all. She had gotten much better at flirting. There was a time she had been a bit of mess- still could be, sometimes, if she was caught off guard- but the solo travel, being free of her life's rigidty, it had helped grease the wheels. "I can be quite agreeable, under the right conditions." She said, reaching out for Edith's hand, threading their fingers together and tugglng gently, encouraging her closer. "But then, I s'pose you knew at least that much by now."

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"I don't think I'd want them to either. The room would get really crowded, for one." She pointed out. Even Edith, who loved a crowd every now and then, would much rather spend the time in private. Anyone could look at Sybill, she was amazing to behold, but she'd rather be the only one who got to see her like this.

She paused for a moment, considering. "We are, some... some other like-minded people and me. Not like I'm anything important, internally, but maybe you want to meet them? The Order?"

Sybill's gaze slid across to Edith, and she smiled, "well, I'm sure not everyone would feel the same- not that I'd want them to." She couldn't imagine being looked at that much, but Edith's soft gaze wasn't so disturbing.

"Mmm, that sounds nice..." She said, quickly caving in to the desire to let her eyes close as Edith's fingertips buzzed over her scalp, the sensation welcome and soothing. "Yes, we really ought to do something about all that, it's half the reason I thought it best to come back, I'm not at all keen on how bold they're getting."

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sybilltrelxwney​:

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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Edith has in fact had dreams about Frank and Alice's wedding and if she woke up crying happy tears that's between herself and her carousel horse and no one else.

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xkilljxy​:

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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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xkilljxy​:

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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.”

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sybilltrelxwney​:

“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.

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sybilltrelxwney​:

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.”

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sybilltrelxwney​:

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.”

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✿ edith & georgette

Edith started giving Georgette nicknames around Third Year. The collection of nicknames now includes: Gigi, Geeg, Ettie, Etta, Ets, Etcetera, Ettie-Betty

While Edith was abroad she wrote a small group of people with regularity: Alice, Georgette, Dorcas, and Frank.