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Post by ANNABELLE VALLANCE on Mar 4, 2010 22:11:13 GMT -5
Annabelle managed to attend each class without running late, even after all that's happened earlier that morning; although it secretly plagued her mind - those images of his face twisted in pain, that look of shame in his eyes once he realized she'd been watching him the whole time. Thankfully, though, they had a lunch date; maybe he'd want to explain then, that is, if he wanted to. She wasn't used to socializing with another person so closely in a short amount of time but she could honestly say she didn't mind. He was kind, dutiful and in need of her help - perhaps more than she needed him. Each class eventually passed after a few hours sitting in a chair anxiously, constantly staring at the clock awaiting for the lunch to bell to ring. Homework wasn't hard and she sped through each problem without much care if it was wrong or not, avoiding large crowds of people who would try to attempt conversation with her. They couldn't know sign language but they tried by writing on large pieces of paper, pointing towards them or smiling at her as if to establish some false sense of friendship. There wasn't time for that now and her tolerance was growing quite low.
Finally the final lunch bell rang loudly throughout the hallways, informing the students that there was only an hour or two to spare for eating and socializing with others. Annabelle rose from her chair and pushed her way through the classroom, slowly making a path through the crowds of students in order to steal a certain place in line. Anxious, passionate hues searched the entire cafeteria for a glimpse of white hair and crimson eyes but found nothing - perhaps he was running a little late. It wasn't like her to be so early to eat. With a small sigh she took the nearest tray of food beside her and slowly gestured to an abandoned table located nearest to the back corner. A perfect place to enjoy their food but also have a moment alone; everyone was also allowed to eat outside but it was a rare occasion that anyone had a moment to themselves. The french maiden sat close to the wall and relaxed, secretly awaiting her butler to come. Although after a few minutes of doing nothing but staring at the students sparing a few glances, she began to play with her food - dragging a fork back and forth between chow mien noodles and taking small sips from her juice carton. Where could he be?
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Post by LESFLORES DORIAN MINETTE on Mar 4, 2010 23:39:16 GMT -5
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Sitting had become tiresome, pacing the floor and quietly thinking had Lesflores slightly cheered up. His mind barely bothered with anything other than reeling in his Lady. He wanted to control her, if she was the one who brought about such horrible dreams he wanted to put an end to it. The desire had become so intense that he needed to find an outlet for his building emotions. Already dressed lavishly, he very well couldn’t do anything too physical like exercise. So he strode to the stove and smiled. If he was to have lunch with his Lady, why not bring her something delectable?
With a devilish grin and an unnatural work ethic, he began to work in his kitchen. Lunch was supposed to be simple, somewhat light. Just enough to make it through to dinner. Did Lesflores care about that? Absolutely not. If he was going to cook, he was going to cook to impress. Dicing a Granny Smith apple, he planned for a wonderful salad. He did have his Lady’s nutrition to keep in mind. Finishing with that, he expertly butchered a piece of chicken and began to grill it on his stove top. Mixing together lettuce, the bits of apple, shredded cheese, cucumbers, and a few other spare ingredients he had laying around into a beautiful salad. Taking care with the chicken and spicing it carefully, he seared it into a grand golden brown with light grill marks on the sides. Slicing the deliciously prepared chicken, he mixed it within the salad and began working on a dressing suitable to the salad.
Working like this calmed the butler. Anytime he had this excess buildup of emotions, he’d just begin menial work. Anything repetitive to work the stresses out. Satisfied with the end result, the butler placed the lunch into two containers and looked around the kitchen for something else. A plan salad was nice but there should be something sweet too. Opening a covered pan, he discovered brownies he had made just two days before. Carefully wrapping them, the placed the treats on top of the containers and glanced at the clock. He was late.
Hurrying out of his room, Lesflores rushed to the cafeteria. It would set a horrible impression if he was late, it would make it seem like the dream still had a grip over him. He couldn’t have her thinking that. Couldn’t have his Lady worried over something so old. The liar wasn’t only good at deceiving others, he told himself over and over again that his personal haunting was nothing to be concerned about. When he entered the cafeteria, he was already peering around with his phoenix ember eyes for his Lady. He cursed himself for being late, it was going to make finding her so much more difficult.
Sitting of by herself was the mute angel, toying with a plate of food. Frowning, the butler tapped his shoes against the floor in wonder. The obvious path was set and he’d have to follow it. Moving through the crowd to where his Lady was sitting, he cradled the carefully prepared food to his chest and struggled through the flux of people. Waving at Annabelle when he was in her sight, he waltzed over and gave his devil’s grin. ”May I sit?” he asked politely, placing the containers on the table and taking a seat anyways, ”I brought you lunch but… It looks like you alright bought some.” he frowned and looked away, ”Ah, that’s my fault. I probably should have told you I would make something.” Looking back the Annabelle, Lesflores smiled pleasantly and opened his own container, ”If you don’t want it, I suppose I could give it to someone else.” With a plastic fork from his room, he crunched into crisp lettuce with some satisfaction. If the dream had any hold on him, he wasn’t showing it. His smile and posture were friendly. His eyes bright and dancing, his face calm and collected. Lesflores was a very different man when he was awake and he planed to be remembered for that, rather than the twisted face he wore when he remembered terrible things.
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Post by ANNABELLE VALLANCE on Mar 5, 2010 20:54:28 GMT -5
Le sigh. Nothing more interesting than sitting by yourself with an outdated but free lunch, occupying a large table that was usually a spot for the more popular girls to sit and chat with their friends along with fellow Butlers. She wasn't surprised when they threw her empty glares from across the room whilst trying to find another place to sit with their herd of friends. Yet the pressing image of her butler's face twisting in pain always brought her back into deep thought, unable to detect anything happening around her. Gentle sea kissed jewels wandered the empty table as her other hand pushed against the spaghetti, twirling it absently until a strange wad of food presented itself. Face it, he's not going to come. Annabelle's paranoia began to surface. He must be very mad at me for earlier . . . Just when she started to rise from her chair, almost taking the tray in hand to leave - a sudden white blur came into view.
Dressed in fine detail and looming over her short height, she found herself standing in front of Lesflores; his eyes ever so pensive with such lips stretching with a most delightful smile. Had he forgotten their earlier dilemma so easily? Caught in the spur of a moment of relief and pure joy of seeing him finally come, both slender arms threw about his neck and pulled their figures close. Fearful of being watched by others though she had quickly detached herself and scurried back to her original seating place, unable to suppress that smile. Ah! He even made food as well? Such delicious aroma coming from each container he balanced in his comforting embrace, allowing them to rest against the table.
But from the moment he asked permission to give the food away to another fortunate soul, she suddenly rose from her seat and snatched them away. She was going to have pleasure in eating his delicious meal and suddenly jealous of the idea of sharing it with anyone else. If he were searching for a certain expression on her face, her desire to eat would obviously been a simple shake of the head. Before she dived into the delicious smelling food, Annabelle quickly found her cellphone and began drumming a few fingers on the keyboard, finally revealing her message. I'm glad you made it. No one usually sits by me . . . I am relieved to finally have company. Inviting him for pity? Heavens no! All she wanted was company while she ate lunch unlike other moments where no one could be caught dead sitting beside her. Although as random and simple as she is, the possibility of him becoming angered didn't come to mind.
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Post by LESFLORES DORIAN MINETTE on Mar 6, 2010 18:36:34 GMT -5
Assulted by suicide snowflakes [/color][/font] melting against a jacket[/font][/center]
Gracefully bobbing and weaving through the throng of students, Lesflores managed to greet his lady at her table. Sitting all by her lonesome wearing a face totally unsuitable with such beauty. He wanted to savor that look all for himself, not with these other greedy cretins around. Approaching with a swaggered smile and his hands carrying one of his best cooked meals, the butler’s mind was already working through how he could twist this little girl around his finger. It would take time and effort, that was to be sure. Dealing with someone who couldn’t speak made the entire process more grueling, more harrowing. It was a delightful adventure. He’d barely asked to sit and set the containers down when the Annabelle’s arms swung round his neck, a soft and quick embrace. He’d already made the venture that these little things meant nothing, merely her showing her emotion through physical contact. One of his deft arms wrapped around her lower back all the same, returning the embrace with a calculated reserved distance.
Sitting and beginning their meal, Lesflores relished her reactions. She’d vehemently shook her head as he offered to give the lunch to some other needy student and snatched the salad away. Such selfishness he could enjoy for hours. Picking at the crunchy cucumbers and taking his time, the butler observed his lady quietly. Typing away at the keys of her cell phone, the butler barely had to wait until the message was revealed to him. Reading it with his trickster eyes, he smiled and shook his head. ”You’ll never have to eat by yourself again, as long as I’m around.” The sweet words passed his lips with ease, ”Should you wish it, that is.”
His frame leaned over the table, his eyes dancing with kindness and a subdued wildness as he reached into his pocket and produced his own cellphone. A simple flip-phone, he offered it to his Lady. ”If this isn’t too much to ask, could you please give me your number? This way, it would be easier to find you. And so if you ever need me and I’m not around, all you have to do is send a quick message my way.” The maroon phone had been cleaned, he’d scrutinized over every number and message in it. He’d left enough on the phone to show he had some social life but deleted anything involving his past conquests.
Sitting back and munching on his delicious food he had made, he wondered just how long it would take to have her in his clutches. ’Taking all bets!’ he thought with a sinister grin, hidden beneath a napkin wiping away dressing from his lips. The perpetually smiling butler was already anticipating the ending before he even knew where the beginning was going to take him.
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Post by ANNABELLE VALLANCE on Mar 7, 2010 13:09:10 GMT -5
With a simple pop of the container tops and readying a classic lunchroom white plastic fork, she began to take a few bite fulls. She usually ate anything light without too much flavor and spices, knowing those type of ingredients tend to upset her stomach. When she was younger she had been forced to eat cargo and anything related to fish which were alive a few seconds before dinner started, much to her dismay, and was reduced to eating spiced curry instead. After eating the accursed paste for several years, the taste somehow burned along her taste buds and couldn't stomach anything more exotic than perhaps a salad with three different types of cheese. Sad but the truth. Annabelle's gaze slowly rose from her small feast to meet the sincere eyes of her butler, hearing his kind stretch of words. You'll never have to eat by yourself again. Surely he didn't mean such kind words . . . there had to be something he wanted from her, something in her eyes that wouldn't be considered so important to even attempt. Why else would he be so kind? Frail eyes searched his face for the level of his seriousness, placing her even teeth to bite gently down upon her lower lip. The mute maiden couldn't deny that strange yet familiar swell in her stomach, warm heat suddenly rising from her face all the way to her fingertips.
It was happening again. An unquenchable thirst of lust rising from the pit of her stomach to the bridge of her chest, her eyes shyly traveling over his figure to etch the details of his arm muscles and smooth deep voice. Annabelle felt somewhat at ease but at the same more embarrassed and ashamed for what she had done, taking his maroon cellphone as an excuse. With a few small blinks she finally managed her way about his phone, a little quicker than most, slowly dialing in her number and appointing herself an interesting ring tone. But what were these other numbers? She didn't realize he would have much of a personal life but then again, a C level butler was bound to make some friends and maybe even girlfriends along the way. How badly she wished to know if there was someone special in his life or even a family living close by but she imagined too personal to ask, at least now of all times. Closing the cell and handing it back to him, she glanced back at her food with certain exhaustion. She was already full after a few mere bites and lunch break was soon coming to an end.
"...........?" Annabelle's face rose to attention before glancing toward the clock, summoning her phone as quick as possible to punch in a few brief words to share with him. Instantly the screen was brought near his face. Do you have any classes after break? With the use of her slender thumb it brought the message further down to reveal the last of it, I have a huge project due in Drama class tomorrow and I completely forgot; I needed to have a partner with me to perform this act. The project was put off until the last moment since she was clumsy enough to forget about it, each student was to bring their own partner to act their favorite scenes in a play or an opera of sorts. You didn't have to sing but physical attachment was necessary; meaning it had to be involved with love and although she didn't quite choose a role to play in, she needed his help. Would you possibly . . . be my partner in Romeo and Julet? All you would have to do is kiss me but I can understand if you say no. : ( Yes, since she was mute there wasn't a terrible need to speak but adopt the personal she was Juliet on her deathbed, realizing that her Romeo had poisoned himself and to share one kiss. Although the roles would be changed and she would be the one poisoning herself while Romeo leaned in for the kiss, whispering the same lines Juliet was meant to say because of her disability.
Thankfully she already had the few scripts on paper in her room and all they would have to know is their lines and a solemn yet passionate kiss towards the end, she made sure the lines he'd have to memorize weren't long and complicated. Yet the kiss, the kiss would become the hardest feat of all - having to touch the mouth her butler and agree to his most passionate embrace. He must've known how the role demanded passion and lost love, only ensuring that they would have to practice "kissing". Annabelle wasn't sure about the idea in general but she wished to have her first kiss with someone as her butler than a random perverted teenage boy. Who else did she have to choose?
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Post by LESFLORES DORIAN MINETTE on Mar 7, 2010 14:02:01 GMT -5
Assulted by suicide snowflakes [/color][/font] melting against a jacket[/font][/center]
Looking at the green salad, Lesflores waited for his Lady to finish with his phone. The familiar sounds ticking and tacking from his keyboard, he expected that she’d be able to find her way around it very quickly. His plastic fork sliding into a succulent piece of chicken, he picked at his food slowly. A chirping came from the maroon device, a ringtone that had come with the phone when he’d bought it, a cheerful arpeggio. He hid his face in his food, staring at the leafy greens with a coy grin teasing his lips. She’d done it once again, inspected him as he’d known other girls to. There was no mistaking it. The slightly pink flush their faces would get, their eyes tip-toeing his body like a soldier dropped behind enemy lines. He knew the look all too well.
Taking the phone from her outstretched palm, his fingers dragging along her skin, Lesflores opened it to check the number, seeing it there in his contacts. With a few taps of the keypad, he set her to the very top of the list. It was where she belonged, the top of his list. The ultimate prey to have come along yet. Musing with his phone, he hadn’t noticed the angelic girl’s fingers moving over her own phone until she was holding the screen out for him to read. ’Classes? No, I’m free…. Drama club? Oh great, acting… Oh?! Romeo and Juilet? Perfect…’ The sudden surprise of the message caught him off guard and a genuine smile crossed his lips, a kiss he could do. He could easily do that very well. [
”It would be my pleasure to be your Romeo,” he said quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear and assume things, ”I happen to love that play.” It was a lie but it wasn’t one that he couldn’t back up. He’d been forced to memorize Romeo’s part at his previous school. And truth be told, by his heel he didn’t care one bit. The entire play was pathetic, two lovers from warring families who kill each other in the end? There was nothing interesting about that, they followed each other into death like they had been seeking a lover’s embrace. He didn’t find anything even remotely interesting about that. The only redeeming character was Mercutio, the friend of Romeo who was killed by Tybalt. Someone who spoke purely and with his dying breath could curse his killers, there was the reality within the play.
”Of course, I can understand if that might be awkward for you…” he added, reading about the kiss, ”I’d gladly perform the scene with you, if that’s what you want. I would be glad…” His voice trailing off, he looked away to the wiggling mass of students trying to leave the cafeteria. The lunch period was almost over and soon they’d have to part. Resting his chin on the pale white back of his hand, Lesflores could only smile warmly to his lady. Who knew where this would lead them, she might have even catapulted fate along. There was something about that he could respect and enjoy. ”Sadly, this is probably where we should part for now. We wouldn’t want you to be late for the rest of your classes. Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he quoted the play with ease, ”When you want me to come to practice with you or whenever you need me at all, please just send me a message. I’ll send you my number, so make sure your phone is on silent.” He flirted casually, rising from his chair and walking to her side with his hand outstretched to help her up like a gentleman. His warm smile and eyes burning like embers radiated with a false kindness and he was sure that it was beginning to take effect. It was beginning to work.
”I can walk you to you next class, if you’d like,” the butler had nothing better to do and he was interested in how the others would watch the two, him talking casually and reading her body language or phone in response. He wondered if she was given a hard time by anyone, sneered at by other girls. He wondered if they would have the guts to do it when he was around. A warm hatred of anyone who might mock his prey filled into his stomach, she was his alone to break. Anyone else who attempted to interfere would have to be put in there place. ”Well, how about it?” The words came with ease and he was sure she’d be delighted to have him along. Waiting for her reply, he gazed into her sea green eyes with longing slowly blazing in his own rubies.
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Post by ANNABELLE VALLANCE on Mar 7, 2010 23:26:20 GMT -5
Annabelle sighed with relief from his agreement to participate in her project, knowing she wouldn't have to perform this act alone this time. Lesflores was certainly a charming man and any girl would feel lucky just to be kissed by him, perhaps which explained why so much unwanted attention was thrown her way over the past few days. The cell passed from hand to hand, relaying the messages needed before they rose from their tables and began to leave into the depths of the hallway. At first she tilted her head and then a slender brow, giving him a small quizzical look of confusion before shaking her head. She didn’t have any more classes this evening, unlike most students, the last few hours were dedicated to online classes; they taught the same subject but more fit for a girl with certain disabilities. Annabelle casually shook her head and seized his slender digits in a gentle hold before dragging him out of the crowd, escaping into the occupied hallways. There wasn't enough time to spare sharing more pleasantries around the cafeteria, especially when she was suffering a mild sense of paranoia from being watched by any curious eyes.
Neither of them had anymore classes so the rest of the evening would have to be spent all the way up to her room, practicing those lines until they were second nature. Rushing through people and traveling up the wind spiral of stairs wasn’t as a complicated feat like it used to be and in moments they were already in her room, the space looking clean enough for him to witness. Lost in her train of thought while dragging him about, she gazed at his face and poised a single digit into the air; she was going into her room to change into her set of costume. In a simple wisp she was gone, managing the feat of undressing for a few seconds before gazing into the mirror to see how she appeared. The gown for Juliet was a beautiful navy blue that hugged her figure in a slender fashion but at the same time didn’t impress for royalty, as the last moment she died was right before Romeo and Juliet had made love. The dress; simple and beautiful at the same moment, would she dare appear attractive for another man? Would Lesflores think the same way? Annabelle couldn’t spare any words for the visual of beauty staring right back at her but felt driven to adapt this new role as her own and face the music, eventually slipping out of her room to face Lesflores.
“…………” The door behind her closed with enough noise to attract his attention, her lithe figure standing still long enough for his eyes to speculate the entire dress before she moved. Within each step, she felt the anxiety starting to return. Her heart rate sky rocketed and she suddenly was out of breath; perhaps it was because she wasn't one to understand harsh criticism that well. Casually she accepts it and tries to improve the small mistakes that were made known to her but after experiencing such harsh causalities over the years, it left her in a painfully shy state. Bare feet shuffled across the carpet to close the distance between them by a few feet, finally growing the courage to look at him directly in the eye. What was he thinking? Palm digits buried themselves deeply into the flesh of her own harm, feeling the paranoia grip her better lack of judgment.
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Post by LESFLORES DORIAN MINETTE on Mar 13, 2010 0:49:45 GMT -5
Assulted by suicide snowflakes [/color][/font] melting against a jacket[/font][/center]
Taking the young maiden’s hand and helping her from her seat, the butler quickly scooped the containers into his other arm. With Annabelle taking the lead, Lesflores gladly followed as they walked through the sea of faces, some shadowed with curiosity and others burning with envy. With a gentle smirk as a few heads turned to watch the butler and lady leave, he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the faceless crowd had been thinking. Had they been shocked that a lady was leading her butler by the hand through them? Had they been angry with her at having finally snagged him as a butler? Or were they surprised that he was so nice with this mute girl? Women were vicious after all, almost as cruel as him, but wholly uninventive with their tortures. What if they went after Anna in jealousy? He’d just have to scare them off, anyone who was already so uncaring wasn’t worth his time. But this pure girl leading him away, she was worth his full focus.
Glancing at his Lady from the corner of his eyes, Lesflores wondered how lucky he could have been. To have met such a perfect victim, it felt almost too easy. The work of hunting down the right person, weeding through the worthless uncouth peons and wasting time on the absolutely hopeless, had been cut away. With the time to fully focus on the mysterious mute properly, he guessed he could crack her within the month. Break her within three. It was an easy game, but she seemed to be a little more challenging than the rest. A wicked part of him hoped he would be wrong, that she’d hold out against him and make him work for his pleasure. It had been far to easy for such a long while that any challenge was welcome. Even that of not being able to judge a girl’s reaction through her voice.
As they approached the spiraling staircase, watched her face carefully, stealing glances when he felt she wasn’t aware but saw little change in the pure innocent gaze. Perhaps she was lost in her thoughts as well? What ran through her head, he wanted to know. He wanted to be the one trudging through her synapses, crawling through her nervous system like a bug. He wanted to utterly bend her to his will until she snapped. A delighted smile crept across his face as they approached the Annabelle’s door and she let him in. Releasing his hand and turning to him, his mute mistress gave him the universal signal for ’One Second’, her index finger pointing at the ceiling. As she turned and retreated into her room, Lesflores set the containers down on a counter and made his way to the couch, sinking into the cushions with a sigh. What could she be doing, he could only wonder. Here he was, entirely ready to practice whatever lines she wanted to hear, and she had disappeared into her own solitude. How long would it take for her to even get used to him? He ran a hand through his ashy white hair with a sigh, she was going to be a tough one. A lot of work but oh so rewarding. Closing his eyes, he nearly fell asleep waiting for her to come back to him.
It was the cracking of the door that forced his eyes open with the soft panic of being awoken unexpectedly. Looking toward the source, his eyes met with Annabelle’s own sea green orbs. If he could have been completely absorbed in beauty, if he had been a weaker man, he would have fallen in love right there and then. The dress, while somewhat plain, made his Lady look absolutely stunning. The way her hair cascaded made her look even more angelic. If God had a plan and somewhere in that plan he intended to tempt the peerless butler to change, it was before him. But the first thought that ran through his mind was vicious in it’s lust, ”That dress would look better on the floor…” But to evoke such thoughts, he had to be taken aback.
Her quiet steps to him seemed awkward, nervous. Was she so frightened to be in front of the boy in something mildly seductive? If it would have been fitting, he would have laughed. He was tempted, yes. But he was stronger than that, he wouldn’t fall for such charms. ”You look… stunning.” he whispered as she looked down, her fingers tearing into her arm. Standing and looking away as well, miming her to set her into an easier state, he spoke, ”So… You should lie down, right?” He offered the couch to her and tried to find it in his heart to play the part of Romeo stealing Juliet’s lines.
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Post by ANNABELLE VALLANCE on Apr 2, 2010 22:16:08 GMT -5
Annabelle's shy face continued to play a silly game of hide and go seek, absolutely refusing to stare at him in the eyes until she heard his vocal opinion. Stunning? What an unbelievable gesture. Something she never imagined being called after wearing such a plain dress but it was going to please the crowd tomorrow in Drama class - especially when she brings a partner. The teacher struggled with having the silent girl to become social with other people but felt proud to realize that maybe his constant lectures were starting to sink through the maiden's mind. Somehow finding courage inside the deep pools of self resilience and distant, shy nature - her delicate face surfaced to stare right back. How could someone so patient and kind suddenly appear after so many years of toil and hardship? Everything that has happened within the last few days felt like a dream but couldn't express the gratitude she felt.
".........", the small girl nodded in a smooth motion before glancing behind them to see the couch perched below the crook of her knees, slowly easing down until her slender figure fell in between the cushions. Bright hues of soft azure twilight found his handsome face before looking away once more, allowing her pale eyelids to flutter softly closed. Was this...how it was supposed to be? She remembered the scene always went as Juliet lost forever in sleep while pretending to be poisoned while Romeo patiently awaited death after stealing a precious kiss. The kiss was mentioned to be a long and passionate one; depending which version she chose - they often lived and ran away together. Of course that often included versions that were remade to justify the horrible ending into something passionate. Annabelle chose the death scene and decided that originality was best, even if the ending was somewhat sad and depressing.
Smooth rose tinted lips remained still as if the Angel of Death took hold of her fragile figure, allowing all of her muscles to relax and eventually fade into a state of rest. Thoughts graced themselves in her mind as a present moment but didn't allow them to take hold, in fact, barely even paid mind to them. Any moment now his mouth would fall upon hers and steal Annabelle's first kiss but she couldn't allow the pure shock to ruin this moment. It was doubtful they were going to continue practicing like this and how wrong it would appear in front of others! The french maiden kept still while the edge of her delicate fingers cringed to grip the edges sewn tenderly into the couch. Strands of blonde slowly leaned into place away from her delicate face as it fell beyond her small shoulders, the clothing wrapped so tenderly and yet so tantalizingly around her figure.
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