Tea Time Part 3

“Oh? That unruly werewolf? Fine, show him in, Tiffany,” Viollette commanded her maid. The maid bowed and left the garden back into the manor.
Jessie turned his smooth, white face away from Marlene’s embrace towards Viollette. “Ooooh, do you have another guest? He can join our tea party!”
“No no. Just an unwanted beast,” Viollette scoffed.
Marlene smiled her mischievously and said, “Oh? Aren’t you one too ‘Madame’ Viollette?”
Viollette scowled at Marlene. “Hold your tongue, girl.”
“Having trouble with children, Madame Viollette?” Alfred laughed, as he stepped out of the manor’s giant doors. He dressed in a black tuxedo and wore a top hat. His shaggy, brown hair reached down to his shoulders and his face sported a large beard.
“Don’t you ever manage your disgusting hair?” Viollette asked.
“A pointless endeavor. The hair would just grow out again in a few days time,” Alfred replied. Tiffany approached Alfred, and with a quick motion of her hands, created a black wood chair with velvet cushions. Alfred moved the chair closer to the white table and sat down. “Ah yes, thank you Tiffany. Now then, Madame Viollette, I have a matter to discuss with you. There appears to be...unwelcome visitors in your forest.”
Viollette sipped some tea and leaned back. “And why should I care? People intrude in my forest all the time. It’s their fault if they perish.”
“Yeah, Viola’s too busy playing with us!” Marlene interjected.
Alfred smiled. “Oh, my apologies Madame. I hadn’t realized I was cutting into your playtime with children.”
Viollette set her tea cup down and said through gritted teeth, “I am not playing with children.”
“Not playing with children? I’m just ten years old, and Jessie isn’t even nine yet!” Marlene cackled. She turned to Alfred, explaining “She plays with us because no one else wants to play with her.”
Alfred raised his eyebrow, but Viollette cut him off before he could speak. “Silence girl! You should be grateful you aren’t dead!”
Marlene continued to taunt and laugh at Viollette. “And-and you know what’s the best part? She likes playing with little children! Ahaha!” Marlene clutched her stomach, tears in her eyes as she kept laughing. “It’s because she likes being all adult-like, but she’s so small! Even after all these years she’s still a tiny girl! We’re her only ‘friends’ that’s smaller than her!”
A loud bang sounded through the garden. Marlene fell to the ground, bound by a smokey, black rope. Viollette stood facing Marlene, a fierce expression on her face. Smoke drifted from her fingers, and the smell of ash lingered in the air. The garden grew quiet save for Viollette’s heavy breathing.

Tea Time Part 2

I changed Vallerie's name to Viollette.

The sound of Chinaware clinked as Jessie fumbled with three teacups embroidered with a blue, flower pattern. Jessie picked up a teapot with the same flower pattern with both of his small hands, and poured a dark, black liquid into the tea cups.
Finally, Viollette spoke in a soft voice. “I invited you two not out of the kindness of my heart, nor out of friendship. I’m merely bored, and as a lady, I figured I ought to show politeness towards the people of this village.”
“Teehee, oh Violet~” Marlene teased. “Politeness? All the other villagers are just too scared of your cute face.”
Viollette’s lips quivered, and she replied, “As they should be...”
Marlene picked up her tea cup, which now felt warm from the hot liquid. The dark tea swirled in the expensive cup, and gradually lightened into a brownish red as the tea cooled down. “Is this one of your concoctions, Vivi?” The now translucent, dark red tea smelled refreshing like grass after heavy rain.
Viollette picked up her cup with her thumb and index finger, and took a quiet sip. She half closed her blue eyes, still staring at Marlene, and said, “I assure you, it’s not poisoned.”
Marlene giggled, her bells chiming in as well. “No of course not Viola. If you wanted us dead, you could have killed us twenty times over in the past few minutes.”
“I couldn’t do that,” Viollete said, the bored expression still on her face. “I don’t have the power to ressurect your corpse to kill you again.”
Marlene laughed, and took a sip of the hot tea. Its refreshing and slightly sweet flavor calmed the mind.
Jessie eagerly drank his tea as well, tilting the China cup into his mouth. “Viollette, it’s great! You always make the best tea,” Jessie exclaimed. He beamed at Viollette, who regarded his compliments with a subtle nod.
“But Viollette, I’m sure you want that power don’t you?” Marlene continued. She leaned forward with a devilish look in her dark eyes, and laughed. “Isn’t that what you’re seeking? The power to revive the dead?” Viollette narrowed her eyes, a threatening expression on her face.
“Oh, stop it Marlene!” Jessie laughed, and hugged Marlene. “You’re being wicked to Viollette again!”
“I suppose so,” Marlene said. She stroked Jessie’s soft hair. “You’re so girly Jessie!” Marlene teased.
“Am not!” Jessie whined, the light blue ribbon still in his hair.
A tall, dark haired woman wearing a maid’s outfit approached Viollette. “Madame, you have a visitor. It is Alfred; he claims it is urgent.”
Viollette scowled. “That unruly werewolf? Bah, fine show him in.”
Jessie turned his smooth, white face away from Marlene’s embrace towards Viollette. “Ooooh, do you have another guest? He can join our tea party!”
“No no. Just an unwanted beast,” Viollette scoffed.
Marlene smiled her mischievous smile, and said, “Oh? Aren’t you an 'unwanted beast' too, ‘Madame’ Viollette?”

Tea Time Part 1

"Yaaay, tea time! Tea time!" Jessie exclaimed in his high pitched voice. The boy wore a pale blue sweatshirt, much too large for his small stature, his sleeves extending well past his hands and the bottom of his shirt reached all the way to his knees. He danced around the warm garden filled with bright, yellow flowers whose sweet smells induced drowsiness.
Marlene giggled, her assortment of bells chiming in agreement. The young girl wore far too many ribbons and small bells on her fancy, violet dress. "Jessie, come over here!" Marlene said. The little boy wandered through the pool of yellow flowers to Marlene, who sat at a short, marble table, whose white surface felt cold and smooth to the touch.
Marlene fastened a light blue ribbon into Jessie's copious, dark brown hair. "There, you look so pretty."
Jessie grinned, revealing his small, perfect white teeth. "Thanks Marlene!" He exclaimed, his voice ringing with happiness.
"I"m glad you like it," Marlene said. "Now be a dear and pour us some tea. Vallerie's not the patient type." Marlene glanced at Vallerie, a small girl wearing a fluffy, dark red and black dress. Vallerie's bored face rested in her small, delicate hand, and her shiny, blonde hair reached all the way to the ground.
Marlene fidgeted, and spoke to Vallerie. "Thanks Vallerie...for inviting me and Jessie here..."
Vallerie glared at Marlene with her icy, blue eyes.
Marlene gathered up her courage, and continued. "Though it's surprising Vallerie. I thought you were too busy being an adult to play with me and Jessie." Marlene grinned mischievously, and waited for a response from the pale girl.
The sound of Chinaware clinked as Jessie fumbled with three teacups embroidered with a blue, flower pattern. Jessie picked up a teapot with the same flower pattern with both of his small hands.

All right, I'm done for now, I'll continue this tomorrow.

Bed Time Story!

I should probably do these posts BEFORE I get sleepy.

Tomorrow though, I'll probably do something. Make a list of my stories I want to share I guess. I'll upload them through Google Docs because I'm lazy, and it's easier to edit things on Google Docs than on Blogssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Here's a short bed time story:

The moon felt extremely sleepy one day. And whoop-de-doo, it fell asleep. Fell. Plummeted. Sank. Into the ocean.
Glub glub glub, but the moon kind of couldn't swim. Lack of limbs I guess.
The animals in the ocean tried to help the moon. But omigod the moon was too heavy, who knew.
You know, the moon couldn't even fit in the ocean. Most of the moon was perfectly fine. Except for the part where the moon used to breathe. It wouldn't drown if it didn't decide to fall face first into the ocean.

Moral of the story!
Think about your actions ahead of time. Don't drown yourself face first. And when you encounter a problem such as this, man up, and grow a pair

OF LIMBS.

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