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milliways_bar2012-04-18 04:53 pm
the_fairest) wrote in milliways_bar2012-04-18 04:53 pm
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"-don't think it's unreasonable," Snow White said, edging through the doorway, eyes only on the man behind her at first.
She'd only turned her head to catch the first flash of noise and movement in a room that was not The Conservatory, when her posture shifted quick as lightning. The straighten of her back, the broaden of her shoulders, the way even her the hold of her fingers might make a weapon of the object in her hand (a delicate pearlescent comb, the most recent of congratulatory gifts she felt compelled to use).
Realization and recognition of Milliways struck the next second, with a soft, "Oh," before she had turned her attention back to him. Surprised seriousness clearing as completely as a cloud having passed across the path of the sun.
Her eyebrows raised, standing in the doorway, almost leaning against the door, with a playfully teasing smile having taken back her mouth. "I've already agreed to let the fairies do something to my hair that makes it look like a bedecked pastry, I should be allowed to pass on the train."
"I'm sure you'll be beautiful," the man beside her said, his gaze fond and unwavering as his fingertips lightly brushed against the underside of her arm, cradling her elbow as they lingered in the doorway. He drew her close against him, pressing a kiss to her hairline.
"Pastry or otherwise." Prince Charming's smile remained long after he pulled back to gaze at his bride-to-be.
Snow's head ducked, first, and then cocked to one side. As if to point out compliments and kisses did not get you anywhere with this discussion, but her eyes had lightened, as her cheeks pinked, and her smile had become far more fair. "You're only saying that because no one has tried to make you wear an intricately beaded, ten foot, train yet."
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She'd only turned her head to catch the first flash of noise and movement in a room that was not The Conservatory, when her posture shifted quick as lightning. The straighten of her back, the broaden of her shoulders, the way even her the hold of her fingers might make a weapon of the object in her hand (a delicate pearlescent comb, the most recent of congratulatory gifts she felt compelled to use).
Realization and recognition of Milliways struck the next second, with a soft, "Oh," before she had turned her attention back to him. Surprised seriousness clearing as completely as a cloud having passed across the path of the sun.
Her eyebrows raised, standing in the doorway, almost leaning against the door, with a playfully teasing smile having taken back her mouth. "I've already agreed to let the fairies do something to my hair that makes it look like a bedecked pastry, I should be allowed to pass on the train."
"I'm sure you'll be beautiful," the man beside her said, his gaze fond and unwavering as his fingertips lightly brushed against the underside of her arm, cradling her elbow as they lingered in the doorway. He drew her close against him, pressing a kiss to her hairline.
"Pastry or otherwise." Prince Charming's smile remained long after he pulled back to gaze at his bride-to-be.
Snow's head ducked, first, and then cocked to one side. As if to point out compliments and kisses did not get you anywhere with this discussion, but her eyes had lightened, as her cheeks pinked, and her smile had become far more fair. "You're only saying that because no one has tried to make you wear an intricately beaded, ten foot, train yet."
Two pups, Two muns, Have fun!
Tiny Tags: Snow White & Prince Charming
[Also, an important Disclaimer]
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Instead, he takes a step back to give the girl enough room to effectively dismount, looking at her expectantly.
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Seriously, she bows down before whoever had it installed in the first place; they did an amazing job.
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"Like the jukebox?" That had been a fun day.
She'd turned rather pink a few times during all that.