[OPEN] Arthur's birthday party!

[pratservant]

Who: Everyone! Newly arrived characters are welcome to have found one of the invitations and come check it out! Tag yourselves in, mingle, form new CR and strengthen the old.
When: Evening of 9/29
Where: Second floor Ballroom of the Patrol Headquarters
Format: Whatever you'd like.
What: Arthur's birthday party is a little late, but at least he's

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[thenobledie]

[ isn't there a rule about not looking better than the host or person honored by a party? w e l l, shirley is breaking it like a pro, dressed in silk and wrapped to accentuate the better parts of her body. the dress is so lightly pink it looks cream-colored in most light, and she keeps it understated with a loose updo and little jewelry. ]

Happy birthday.

[ arthur, i know you just love tits against your elbow. ...really, she would have gone for whispering in his ear, but he isn't sitting, and she's too short. still, shirley can manage to stealth her way behind him. at least she tilts forward for him to see her without twisting around. at least, right? ]

[supercilious]

[ Arthur has a fondness for Greece in his heart of hearts, so when he turns - and he does turn, pretending, poorly, that that excellent bosom hadn't just been all up in his business - he can't help but look her over and smile. It's not an ogle, it's not, but he has, you know, eyes. For a beat, he's speechless, and then he recovers enough to remember his pleasantries. ]

Thank you. You're looking lovely.

[thenobledie]

[ oh, god. he is so easy, but somehow, arthur doesn't lose any charm to her. probably because he reminds her of rose, and now that she realizes, she never wants to let that go. don't grow old, arthur.

she chuckles, though. then, puts a little space between them again. ]

Thank you. I assume your night has been well?

[supercilious]

More than.

[ Shirley, you troll. But he grins, because the gloriously buoyant feeling hasn't lessened since he walked in. ]

Can't remember the last time I was this happy.

[ Not entirely an exaggeration. If he thinks really hard, he comes up three years ago when he thought he'd killed a dragon, but even that had been clouded with bitterness. On this night Arthur refuses to think of anything other than all this proof that the people with a place in his heart care about him. ]

[thenobledie]

[ man. if only he was shirtless. i mean - ]

No? [ her smile falls a bit. didn't she tell herself to keep guard? oh, but here she is. the disappointment is mostly on her. ] That is a great misfortune, then.

[supercilious]

[ And his remains steady, though his confusion battles for dominance. ]

What's that? I hardly think happiness is unfortunate.

[thenobledie]

[ she shakes her head delicately. ]

Indeed, it is a great gift, and it is a misfortune to be without it for so long.

[supercilious]

It's not that I haven't been happy. Just not this happy.

[ He shoots her a private little smile, though the rest still shines uncontainable in his eyes. ]

What about you, eh? You've had a lot more years than me to be happy in,

[thenobledie]

[ ouch. her afterlife was suppose to be happy. instead, it's been lonely and crushingly silent. her smile tightens, and she looks down. ]

Happiness is not a gift for my kind.

[ dramatic and vague. always a good way to go. ]

[supercilious]

Happiness is rarely gifted, Shirley.

[ His smile turns a little smug, one eyebrow raised. ]

It requires a little effort.

look how much i love you, tagging when i am ignoring the rest of my inbox.

[thenobledie]

[ she laughs, unperturbed. it's about the same to her - you've got to make the effort to open the present, don't you? ]

Or much effort, as it may be.

[ lmf, the meta i could write for this tag alone... why is she so fucked up. ]

/blows kisses

[supercilious]

Perhaps even ceaseless and ultimately futile effort.

[ he's joking. mostly. ]

❤❤

[thenobledie]

Is it a wonder why some do not bother at all.

[ ...i wish i could say she is, too. ]

[supercilious]

It's worth it.

Sorry, that's a bit insufferable. Have you tried Lelouch's cake?

[thenobledie]

[ her smile is considerably softer, but here is the perfect demonstration that shirley isn't making the effort she could. suddenly, she feels so guilty about everything and would rather go get drunk(er) with lilly than talk to someone so painfully like rose. ]

I'm not fond of chocolate.

[ and she's turning before he replies. ]

[supercilious]

[ and he's not letting her drop a parting remark and just go. he takes her elbow, not quite turning her back towards him but the implication that he wants to is there. ]

How about olives?