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dorksidefikerTitle: Tea
Fandom: Original
Table/Prompt: Table 5/15. Cheer up
Rating: PG
Word Count: 224
Summary: Liam’s hands were shaking, and he knew that that woman wasn’t going to let him go back to his life.
Liam Hampton-Whoolsy’s hands were shaking as he pulled the note from the door. Even without opening it, he knew it was from that woman; there was a grubby thumb print on the front, right beneath his name.
The letter consisted of one line, the handwriting an untidy sprawl across the page.
Come to tea, my cottage, 4:30
It was signed with a G with an X through it.
Liam shuddered, screwing the note up into a little ball. He had nightmares about what he’d seen in the graveyard; he doubted he’d ever sleep the night through ever again. And now she was asking him around for tea?
“God help me.”
***
“Oh, you made it!” Xanthe swept her hair back in a loose pony tail as she held the door open with her foot. “Perfect timing, I just got back from town. You like Jaffa Cakes?” She held up a small shopping bag.
“You are unreal,” Liam moaned, “you know that? Absolutely unreal.”
Xanthe cocked her head like an inquisitive puppy. “Starting to understand why Daddy wanted the replacement properly trained. This really is going to get old.”
Fandom: Original
Table/Prompt: Table 5/15. Cheer up
Rating: PG
Word Count: 224
Summary: Liam’s hands were shaking, and he knew that that woman wasn’t going to let him go back to his life.
Liam Hampton-Whoolsy’s hands were shaking as he pulled the note from the door. Even without opening it, he knew it was from that woman; there was a grubby thumb print on the front, right beneath his name.
The letter consisted of one line, the handwriting an untidy sprawl across the page.
It was signed with a G with an X through it.
Liam shuddered, screwing the note up into a little ball. He had nightmares about what he’d seen in the graveyard; he doubted he’d ever sleep the night through ever again. And now she was asking him around for tea?
“God help me.”
***
“Oh, you made it!” Xanthe swept her hair back in a loose pony tail as she held the door open with her foot. “Perfect timing, I just got back from town. You like Jaffa Cakes?” She held up a small shopping bag.
“You are unreal,” Liam moaned, “you know that? Absolutely unreal.”
Xanthe cocked her head like an inquisitive puppy. “Starting to understand why Daddy wanted the replacement properly trained. This really is going to get old.”