Jan 27, 2020
for the prompt thing, jon and helen, tea party? love your writing! :)
(thank you! <3)
Helen’s body twists up around a leg of Jon’s desk, an elbow settling in his empty mug and its enormous smile hovering a few inches left of its face. “Tea?” it asks, pleasantly, jerking around a porcelain pot in halting jostles; the liquid sloshes out of the spout and right back in without ever spilling down on Jon’s papers, flickering in the artificial light a rainbow of neon purples and radioactive greens.
It could be anything, from tea to something that has never existed to deadly poison.
“Sure,” Jon sighs, and Helen grimaces and grins and curls an arm around his neck to pour, giggling into his ear.
It doesn’t taste of anything.
