Sherlock Holmes goes up to the counter, accompanied by an aged doctor. Holmes orders two grande Earl Grey teas with room for cream and sugar. He makes eye contact with the barista and says, “Yes, my dear, I know it was you.” The barista flees the scene, with Holmes in hot pursuit. Dogs howl in the distance. Holmes continues drinking his tea.
Tagged by @somebluenovember – and if I don’t do these immediately they usually fall by the wayside, so …
Name: Charis. Not my legal name, but I’ve used it long enough that it’s basically me.
Height: 5’3” and change – or if you prefer metric, 161cm.
Hogwarts house: Slytherclaw. I pretty reliably score between those two houses and I’m terrible at picking one or another so.
Go to SSBB Character: whazzat?
Fictional Character I’d Date: I don’t do the dating thing. ;P But I’m sure I could find a plethora of fictional characters I’d love to sit down and have tea and snark with, or other pursuits.
Favorite Band/Artist: Things you need to know about me: I am horrible at picking favourite anythings. A random band from my current top listening? Oysterband, especially with June Tabor. I’m a highly eclectic listener, though, and I’ll go all over the map, both in styles and in languages.
When did I make this blog: Sometime in 2014, I think when Takarazuka fandom was getting active over here vs. Livejournal and I wanted to keep up. And then Musketeers ate my life instead. XD
How many blogs do I follow: About 130. I’m really bad about following back because I try to read everything on my dash and that could get unmanageable fast, but I do periodically go into follower blogs and prowl around. Just because I don’t follow back doesn’t mean I don’t see you and appreciate you and check your page; it just means I’m trying to keep a manageable level of madness to go through.
Do I get asks on a regular basis: I used to back when I was writing more, but work has killed my brain and the asks seem to have quieted down – which I can’t really blame them for, given that most were prompts. I do like asks, though.
Aesthetic: If this means personal fashion: darker, simple but classic, with a fondness for flowy, jeans and knit tops and long crosswoven silk chiffon scarves knotted around my throat. I’ll do floofy dresses and period fashion given the excuse, but that’s day-to-day Charis. If it means decor or things I like to look at, that’s a whole different ballgame.
Tagging… anyone who wants to do this, as I’m the worst at tagging.
We hold these booths to be self-evident, that all men are created sweet n’ low, that they are endowed by their Diner with certain unalienable bites, that among these are fries, herbal tea and the pursuit of pancakes.
A soft knock came on the door of Miles Edgeworth’s office.
“Come in” He called, able to let his guard down and not question whoever was outside within his own home. "Daddy asked Trucy to ask Papa if he was able to take a break from his work and join us for a game night?“ Trucy Wright entered the office, magician’s cape fluttering behind her as she skipped through the door.
A soft, warm smile spread across the lips of the prosecutor as he placed his paperwork into a pile that was already turning into more of a mountain. "Well, I am incredibly busy, Trucy, but by fault of you and your father I have seen the benefit in taking breaks.” Miles replied before Trucy reached his chair, holding her arms above her head in a demand for Miles to lift her onto his lap. Unable to say no to her, he obliged as she giggled happily, nuzzling her head into his cravat.
"Papa?“ Trucy asked earning an inquisitive "Mm?” in return.
“Trucy was wondering if she could try some of Papa’s tea… seeing as he likes it so much?”
He gently stroked her hair
“Well, I was hoping to have some if I was coming to join you all so I do not see why not, however I will ask you to please take extra care when using my tea cups. The tea sets I own are priceless.”
Trucy nodded “Trucy promises!”
Miles lifted Trucy off his lap and placed her back onto the floor. “So… you said something about a game night?”
“Yes! Follow Trucy!”
Miles stood up from his chair behind his desk and began to follow her to the living room where his husband had got a selection of games for them to choose from out of the cupboard. "Hey Miles" He said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Didn’t overwork yourself, did you?” Looking down and feeling his cheeks flush pink he replied with a typical “well at least I actually work on my cases unlike some other people” “Hey! I just don’t have any cases right now!” He protested, pouting over dramatically. “Oh, don’t give me that, Wright.” “You give in to Trucy when she pulls that face.”
“She is our daughter, Wright. Of course I do.”
After they had compromised and decided to play both cluedo and trivial pursuit, Miles went to make himself some tea, as per usual for their game nights though making sure to get an extra cup for Trucy.
After brewing his tea (the proper way, with leaves of an exquisite quality left to steep in boiling water, using a strainer not a cheap tea bag of course. Basically anything but what Wright thinks constitutes a ‘proper cup of tea’.)
He brought the tray through, earning a teasing eye roll from Phoenix and giving an icy glare in return. "Is that Trucy’s tea, Papa?“ She asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Our tea, Trucy. I thought I would brew chamomile for us, it is rather light compared to some that I like but I believed we would give it a try anyway. If you do not like it and you still wish to I have many other completely different blends that you can try.” Trucy nodded as his words noticeably went straight over her head.
“Don’t try converting her to your fancy ways, Edgeworth. First the tea… next you’ll get her wearing those ruffly things!” "It’s a jabot, Wright. I do not know how many times I have told you…“
"Everyone else calls it a cravat.” "Everyone else is wrong.“ Trucy giggled, finding it highly amusing that her fathers would argue over such trivial matters.
Miles sighed, pouring tea into both his and Trucy’s cups.
"Perhaps you should try some on its own before deciding whether to add milk and sugar or not.” "Okay!“ Trucy nodded, carefully picking it up and sticking her pinky out over dramatically. "Look! Trucy is holding it just like Papa!” Phoenix stifled a laugh “I’ve gotta say, Truce, that’s scarily accurate. Just put some tissues down your neck and you have him down to a T!” Miles remained unimpressed “That is indeed the proper way to hold a teacup, Trucy.” “Yes, but, Trucy wonders why Papa sticks his pinky out like that?” “It is a sign of elegance and class and you wish to be a person who possesses those qualities, do you not?” “See, like I said, you’re trying to make her fancy like you!”
“I am doing no such thing, Wright.” “Are we gonna actually play a game or are we gonna listen to you talk about tea all night? I know, next you’ll be asking us to play chess instead.” “I would not object to that, however chess is not a three person game and I can see it boring Trucy to no end.”
Phoenix huffed, moving over to his husband and sitting beside him on the sofa.
“You know I love you, I knew what a pompous ass you were before I married you and that didn’t change my answer, did it?” “A pompous ass, really?” “Oh Edgey-poo, you don’t know the half of it.”
With a quick wink and a kiss planted on his forehead, Phoenix moved away before he truly felt the thorns to Edgeworth’s rose.
ON BEHALF OF QUEEN, COUNTRY…AND THE PERFECT POT OF TEA.
When Prudence Alessandra Maccon Akeldama (Rue to her friends) is given an unexpected dirigible, she does what any sensible female would under similar circumstances – names it the Spotted Custard and floats to India in pursuit of the perfect cup of tea. But India has more than just tea on offer. Rue stumbles upon a plot involving local dissidents, a kidnapped brigadier’s wife, and some awfully familiar Scottish werewolves. Faced with a dire crisis and an embarrassing lack of bloomers, what else is a young lady of good breeding to do but turn metanatural and find out everyone’s secrets, even thousand-year-old fuzzy ones?
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Twelve works in the coffee shop Clara likes to go into every day, and she tries to figure out how to ask him out for a date.
Note: A lot longer than what I originally planned but I hope you still enjoy it. :)
“One large chai tea latte please,” Clara recited her order automatically before reaching into her bag for her wallet. She went through the same routine every morning; starting every brand new day with a nice cup of chai tea latte. Espresso Time was a café she frequented, it helped that it was only a few blocks down from the school. So she got the chance to grab a tea –or a coffee if she was desperate- before classes began for the day.
Recite her order, pay, receive her tea, thank the barista and walk to an empty seat to enjoy her tea and read over her lesson plans for the day.
Except it didn’t seem like the universe wanted her to keep to her normal, regular routine.