pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-07-25 04:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, esther glass, pyr min |
Who: Pyr Min & Esther Glass
What: PILLOW FORT!
Where: Esther's house
When: Backdated to late June
Rating: A for Adorable.
Status: Complete!
No matter how many times he visited, Pyr could never get over how huge Esther’s house was. He knew that she was a noble, and that nobles had huge houses, but that intellectual fact did not dull the excitement of racing Esther down the seemingly-endless hallways when there were no servants in sight, or finding a previously-unnoticed portrait of a man with a funny moustache. He wondered absently if those portraits were a required part of the decor at every noble household in the world. If Juliette’s new house would have them. But there had been no news of her since she had set off on her training trip over a week ago―perhaps it had been silly to expect them, when lately they could so easily spend days, sometimes weeks, working in the same guildhalls and never seeing each other―and he pushed the thought out of his mind. After all, he had other things to focus on. The best thing about Esther’s house being so big was that its dozens of rooms contained endless potential to make the best pillow forts to have ever existed. And not only did they have all the space they could have wanted; they had resources, too, pilfered from laundry piles and guestrooms and repurposed to create something better. There was no doubt in Pyr’s mind that a pillow fort was much more than the sum of its parts, no matter how fluffy or colorful these parts may be. “We really need to think of a secret password or handshake or something,” Pyr said to Esther, once construction was complete, and they could relax and bask in their hard work (interspersed with short bouts of pillow fighting and the like). This childish indulgence of hers would come to an end with marriage (the thought caused an uncomfortable twinge in her stomach — maybe Wulfram could be coaxed to participate in these one day). Esther, her hair a mess, dressed in casual and comfortable clothing in order to build a pillow fort gave a nod. “We do, but I can’t think of any in particular.” She crossed her legs and settled down, looking as if she was seriously pondering the idea of how to make a secret handshake. “Maybe if we link our pinkies and —” a shrug, “Well, I mean in the end our club is very selective and small so no one will sneak in without us knowing.” “That’s what they want us to think. The pillow-fort intruders.” Pyr gave her a stern look (copied off so many memstone heroes) that quickly dissolved into a grin. Then he held out his hand and said, “We could link pinkies and then do like a miniature high-five with our thumbs.” Judging by Esther’s smile, she approved of Pyr’s suggestion and held out her own to link their pinkies and do a miniature high-five with their thumbs. “That is brilliant! And next time we should also sneak some alcohol in here, my father has some really nice rum somewhere in his study. We can have a mission and steal it.” Pyr’s company made her feel young, appealing to the part of her Esther was not willing to let go just yet — could she renounce it eventually? Probably, but today was not that day (and probably wouldn’t be for years, Wulfram would be tolerating pillow forts and childish shenanigans for another while). “I haven’t asked you— how are you settling in after everything? Are you- is your family well? And your friends too?” “Yup, they’re fine. Our new neighbor is a total asshole, though.” He scrunched up his nose in disgust; as he kept talking, though, he started looking more cheerful. “But we got the stink bombs into his house after all, and you know who gave us advice? Ellie, from Dear Ellie!” He let the revelation hang in the air for a moment, perhaps hoping that Esther would say she knew who Ellie was, but while he was curious, he thought it may be rough for Ellie if her identity came out and everyone realised how awesome she was and tried to be her friends, all at once. And anyway, it was unimportant; what mattered was that minutes after getting the stink bombs into their mage-hating neighbor’s house, Pyr and Sky had been witness to said neighbor trying to pry the boards off the windows and coughing at the stench. “I wonder if it’s possible to send presents for Ellie to the newspaper like letters,” he said. Esther blinked, eyes going wide as the revelation sunk in and then she flailed, “You read Dear Ellie too?” In all honesty, she had thought that putting stink bombs in people’s houses was a bit much but the frustration some felt towards the treatment of mages was creating further friction. “I’m not sure, you could try but you should be careful too, what if you and your brother get in trouble for pulling that prank?” This was, he supposed, a valid concern―but no one got arrested for stink bombs, anyway, and what harm could a present to Dear Ellie do? “It’ll be fine. I’ll use the same name as I did for the letter and send her a cake or something.” He gave Esther a mock-considering look, then grinned. “You know, it could be a mission. A cake for Ellie. Only to be discussed inside the pillow fort, and at no other time.” He cleared his throat, remembering a sentence from a memstone he and Sky had not been allowed to watch (which they had of course watched from strategic hiding points behind the couch). “The first rule of pillow forts is you do not talk about pillow forts. Or cakes for Ellie.” Esther certainly hoped people didn’t get arrested over stink bombs — she recalled Theodore Finch, and tried to picture him booking in Pyr for disturbing the peace. It made her laugh, and she leaned back slightly, “But then how will we get other people involved in our pillow fort? Or are we taking our secret pillow fort society to be the best kept secret in the city?” “I’m thinking invite-only, but we still need a secret password.” Pyr heaved a sigh, like a man faced with an insurmountable problem. “I mean, obviously go ahead and invite your friends, because you’re cool, your friends have to be cool. Sky should be here too, like last time, when he’s not working. And we have a friend in your guild, Ridley, she’s a scholar, I think she’s probably a fan of pillow forts.” He was ticking off fingers as he spoke; after Ridley, however, it took him a moment to add, “And you know Juliette, right? She might need some convincing, though.” “Juliette would like this?” Esther looked surprised before dissolving into laughter, “She always seems so reserved and polite, I couldn’t have guessed! But yes, I consider her a good friend — she would be a welcome addition.” Who else though? Her thoughts briefly flickered over to Mathieu and their own pillow forts, but those were private parties that were not to be shared. “We can even sneak in alcohol — our password could be something like ‘mead’ something no one would suspect!” Pyr scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Brilliant in its simplicity," he mused. "No one's going to think we'd use such an obvious password for alcohol. I like it!" He didn't think Juliette would approve of the whole endeavor, after what had happened on the twins' birthday, but he pushed that thought out of his mind and grinned at Esther. "This is going to be the best pillow fort club ever!" |