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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 26, 2008 3:43:17 GMT -5
Despite herself, Nellie couldn’t help but grin, just a little. But his sigh wiped it right off her face. “Very cute. But unless yer keepin’ a big secret from me, yer not a lady. Ladies is s’posed to be able t’ prepare a meal. It’s what we’re s’posed ta do!”
Nellie sighed, but offered a mischievous little smile, “Now eat yer breafast. I slaved over the ‘ot stove t’ prepare it I did.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 3:47:57 GMT -5
"Says who?" he countered. "I know lots of pretty ladies that can't cook."
But, he did as he was told, and took a big bite of the cake. He swallowed thickly, a touch of frosting at the corners of his mouth, the sugar streamlining straight into his tired system and perking him up.
"Do you wanna do something today?" he asked, randomly.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 26, 2008 4:32:18 GMT -5
Nellie wrinkled up her nose in a giggle, “You think I’m pretty?” It was actually more of an accusation than a question, a playground taunt. She wiped the bit of frosting from the corner of his mouth with a little snort. How cute.
“Mmm, I dunno, let me check my busy schedule,” Nellie stared, very seriously, at the invisible Moleskine in her hand, “Oh, tough luck, boy, ‘M a very busy lass, I dunno if I can squeeze you in.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 16:37:06 GMT -5
Oh, Sheep Girl. Not that I'm going to tell you, but I think you're the best thing I've ever seen at least once a day.
Looking rather smug, he reached over and mimed closing her little Moleskine. "Not anymore you're not," he said in his I am more important than everything voice.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 26, 2008 23:45:26 GMT -5
Nellie shrugged, “Alright, sir, but yer gonna ‘ave t’ be the one t’ explain to all me appointments that I ‘ave ta cancel on them. An’ me five-o-clock is very grumpy.”
Her fifty-seven second seriosity allowance was up, and she unable to remain serious any longer. Nellie broke into giggles. “Wot did you have in mind?”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 23:55:17 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "Who's your five o'clock?" he asked, feigning extreme jealousy.
He took her hand and continued, more seriously. "I thought maybe we'd go to Dreamland."
Probably not too close to her home, lest anyone see her, but he wanted the sun on her skin and her hair again.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 27, 2008 0:36:01 GMT -5
Nellie quirked her eyebrow in what was an attempt to be haughty, “It’s one of me boyfriends, wot’s it to ya?”
Her coy little smile dropped off rather quickly. “Dreamland?” Nellie wasn’t quite sure if she should be excited to see the sunlight again or afraid that the sights of home would remind her how much she missed it. But she was Nellie. She would be happy, she was sure of it. She was always happy. Plus, she trusted Alexander. “Okay, that’ll be fun, won’t it? Maybe we can pick up some daises? The daisies at the store ‘ere look sad or sick, they do.”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 0:52:52 GMT -5
"The daisy shop it is!" he said, hopping to his feet, his post-Day-of-the-Dead-ness forgotten for the moment. He pulled out her chair for her, all but herding her out the door.
"One of your boyfriends?" he asked dubiously. "Just how many do you have?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 27, 2008 1:17:01 GMT -5
It was strange to be herded. She herded sheep since she was old enough to wield a crook. It was strange being on the other side.
“One of, yup,” She commented, nonchalantly. “I ‘ave several. I can’t really be bothered t’ keep count, you see, but it’s a handful. Why do you think my me agenda is so full?”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 1:25:52 GMT -5
He grinned. "Ah, I see. I'm just the lucky bastard that gets to live with you. Excuse my French. Anyway, I'd appreciate a count, so I know how many Dreams I need to 'take care of'."
Once outside, he paused, remembering how well Nellie and his bike got along. "Maybe we should walk, then catch a carriage?" he suggested. He smiled unconsciously at the dreamy, cemetery atmosphere. It had a slight after-buzz of the Day of the Dead festivities.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 27, 2008 20:59:04 GMT -5
“Sure,” She said, very relieved that Alexander didn’t want her to take the bike. She was not in the mood to barf up her Good-Morning-Cake. Nellie slipped her hand into Alexander’s; she still felt kind of weird, but she still couldn’t place just what that feeling was. It couldn’t be jealousy, could it?
Nellie shrugged again, “There’s loik…seven of ‘em. And ‘oo says they’re all Dreams, now?”
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 22:10:43 GMT -5
He squeezed her hand and laughed. "Ah, I should have guessed. No one knows better than me how irresistible your charms are for those Nightmare urges."
His walk slowed as he looked at her for a moment, studying her familiarity, the snub of her nose, her pink lips. He felt as if he'd kissed a lot of girls lately that weren't Nellie. And it was just a truth or dare game (and he was love-potioned), and Marie had been doozy with painkillers.... but still. Pulling her toward him with the hand still clutched onto her own, he placed a soft, sweet kiss over her mouth.
"I like you," he told her softly.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 28, 2008 1:18:18 GMT -5
Nellie was just about to ask him ‘wot ‘ee woz starin’ at’, when he pulled her toward him and kissed her. On the lips. She beamed and the blush on her cheeks seemed to actually glow in the grayish cemetery light.
“I like you, too. A lot,” Nellie reached up and stroked his cheek. She thought she felt much better now, but maybe she just couldn’t feel the weird feeling in her heart through how fast it was beating. “More than lemondrops.”
It was true.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 1:35:51 GMT -5
"Yeah?" His eyes sparkled --well no, because his eyes didn't sparkle, pfft. But if ever there were a moment for him to do something so girlish and Dream-like it would have been right then. "I like you more than Halloween."
His nose wrinkled. "Gross. You're turning me into a mushy Dream, Sheep Girl." But he didn't look too put out by it.
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Post by Princess Katie on Oct 28, 2008 22:37:47 GMT -5
More than Halloween? Nellie’s heart fluttered in her ribcage. When Alexander explained Nightmare-version Halloween to her, he had made it sound like it was the most magical, glorious thing in the world. So Nellie couldn’t help but wonder if he described her that way to other people. She hoped he did.
“I’m not turnin you into a mushy anyfin. You turned mushy on yer own accord. Yer the one ‘oo came and visited me all the time,” She noted.
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