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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:35 pm
Who: Annabel and Simon
Where: River in the Forest
When: Late Night, Day 4
 Unable to sleep once more that night, Annabel had crept out of the Beaver's Cabin, leaving her farewell note to Simon. She'd no desire to visit Chris; he was going to have to come to her if he wanted to talk. Still, her paws had taken her to the forest; despite her experience with the mechanical monster, it was still her place to escape and simply think. So, of course, it was where she'd headed.
What she had not expected, however, was to find her way to the river. Staring at it in contemplation for a moment, Annabel had been entirely silent. It was... very beautiful, with how the moon reflected on it. God, it really was adding to her belief that, were this not a TV show, the island would be beautiful. Sitting down next to the river, she slipped her paws in, enjoying the feel. A soft smile played at her features; holy s**t, this reminded her of the creek back home.
...Home... smile fading at the thought, Annabel glanced up to the treetops- even if there was some drama there, she couldn't deny a pang of longing for the place. And when she got there... she, Ratchet, Simon, and Ariel were all going to have to hang out. That'd be really nice. Hell, she might even show them her writing spot! It was a quiet little spot, overlooking the creek, that you could dive right into the water from.
At that thought, she felt a sudden pang to go swimming- running back to the cabin would run the risk of waking the others, though. That would definitely be bad; especially if anyone woke up worrying about her. So, no, that wouldn't work...
A different sort of thought crossed her mind, and Annabel's cheeks flushed a light pink. W-well, that would work... and she really did want to swim... but...
..But what? There wasn't anything stopping her. Chris? She couldn't care less about that Rat b*****d. Scowling at the thought of the host, Annabel stood from her spot, taking a moment to glance around.
"I swear to god, you Rat b*****d, if you use this against me? Or ******** save any of this? You WILL regret it." And with that, she began to peel her shirt off.
It was a struggle, she realized suddenly, stripping and attempting to keep modesty when you had no idea where the cameras were. She'd definitely flipped her hair over her shoulders to protect what she could, and was using her tail for another good bit; it was still pretty damn risque, though. Dropping her skull-adorned undergarments in a pile with her clothes, Annabel paused once more, checking to make sure there were no obvious cameras.
"Oh, and Chris? You better enjoy what you're seeing- it's probably the only time you'll see a girl this hot that you didn't pay naked." And with that, she cackled in laughter, slinking over to the river and sliding in.
It was the perfect place to zone out; drifting along, Annabel couldn't tell how much time had passed at all.
Absolutely nothing could ruin this trip. Nothing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:49 pm
It had been a surprisingly nice day despite Chris and that stupid cone messing up things a bit - but after it was off he made a point not to let it bother him too much. He hadn't dealt with it for nearly as long as he might have, and he'd also made a friend in the process! Overall he felt it was a win, and that night he was able to fall asleep with a minimal amount of worrying thoughts whirling in his head to keep him up.
Something still managed to wake him up later that night, though. Whether it was the aloe starting to wear off or an odd dream, he wasn't sure - the important thing was that the moment he opened his eyes he saw a familiar piece of paper fluttering under his breath.
So Annabel went back into the woods...
The note said not for him to worry, but he still couldn't help but be at least a little concerned... and, admittedly, curious about what she was doing out there. Maybe this time, she was looking for clues about the next challenge. The free day definitely could have given Chris's minions time to set up something nasty for tomorrow, and it seemed like Annabel to find out what it was so they'd all be prepared.
He figured she wouldn't mind someone helping to comb for clues if they were awake... so he rummaged out his glasses and shoes and quietly stepped outside, intent on finding either Annabel or some hints on what was in store for everyone later.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:31 pm
Blissfully unaware of her dear friend's approach, Annabel was content to simply float in the river, occasionally diving under the surface, entirely for surfacing and doing the Little Mermaid hairflip. Call her cheesy, but holy ********, that was entirely too fun. Amused by her own actions- and pleased, she'd admit, at how relaxing this way- Annabel quietly hummed to herself, lazily drifting along. God damn, she was a ******** mermaid.
Still floating lazily along the surface, her fingers dipped into the water and swirling, she couldn't help but laugh. Good god, if she'd known Skinny Dipping was this therapeutic, she would've come out here day one. Hell, maybe she'd be giving a repeat performance of this. Closing her eyes and drawing a deep breath, Annabel did a couple of backstrokes up the river, tail and hair racing under her with the current.
"Ohh~ I should've done this a really, really long time ago.." She sighed contentedly, stopping her efforts to simply float. Knowing nobody else was around, Annabel had opted to think out loud- and why not? It wasn't like she could get to her journal while she was in the water... and nobody was listening, anyway. If the cameras picked this up?
Well, that would suck a**. Trying not to think of Rat b*****d once more, Annabel shifted so that she was standing on the tips of her toes, wringing her hair for no particular reason other than the fact that she could.
"I.. never thought I'd actually want to go back home, Journal... but amazingly enough? I do. Like.. it's alright here. There's nice people, and I've made some good friends, but... ugh. You haven't met that Rat b*****d yet, despite what I've told you. If it weren't for him, and the bad food, this place would be... really nice, actually.." drifting to her back once more, she continued, watching the moon intently.
"Ariel's kind of a spitfire, but she keeps me on my toes. She's nice to be around. Same with Lucifer, except the nice part- he's more exciting, if not absolutely ******** terrifying. But, it's fun, y'know? It's probably why they brought him here, actually."
Swimming a bit more to keep close to her stuff, she pursed her lips in thought. Well, might as well keep at it, since she'd already started monologuing- no great character stopped in the middle of a soliloquy, after all!
"Ratchet's pretty badass, too; she builds stuff. Seriously, like. Made our cabin a changing station and everything. That, and she's got a super kind heart. I can see her being a good friend, when all of this ends. And Simon..." another pause. What could she say about him...?
"He's... oh ********, don't judge me, journal- I know I said I'd never be this type, but... he's ******** adorable. Part of it's that he doesn't realize it, either- there's no attitude to get in the way of his heart. And like, oh god, his glasses. I can't even describe it, there's just something endearing about him. I... really felt bad about the bee thing, though. I really hope he didn't notice that... I kind of enjoyed taking care of him..."
Sighing at the last bit of that thought, Annabel's face had taken a more serious expression to it. Dipping into the water once more, she stayed under a moment, flipping up with a dramatic hair-toss once more.
"And don't laugh, journal, alright? I- it's probably nothing. I'm too mean for that kind of s**t, and you know I'd just end up ******** things up. Not that kind of girl, anyway. But god, if I'm not going to give an effort to keep him as a friend when I get home..." Crossing her arms, she simply thought for a minute.
"..I wonder where he lives, or if I could get his number.."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:51 pm
Simon carefully padded into the forest, keeping careful notes about certain landmarks as he ventured deeper within. A broken brach here, a bird's nest there... was that part of a shoe right there? Ugh...
No! He shook his head, trying to get his bearings straight so he could focus. He couldn't chicken out and run back to the cabin now! If he couldn't handle something as relatively tame as a bit of wilderness in the middle of the night, then he might as well go sit on the Dock of Shame and just wait for the next Boat of Losers to whisk him away. Now was the time to be brave... both for his team, and to prove to himself that he could. So he crept onward.
Soon he could hear the soft rush of running water. Following it to the source, he heard a familiar voice.
And right when he could make sense of what that voice was saying he realized that it was Annabel... talking... about...
him...
Oh god. Ohgodohgod oh GOD, he was NOT supposed to be hearing this! Simon knew that he should be walking away right now, but his legs felt like they had been rooted to the ground and his ears had grown to twice their normal size.
She.... really likes me that much?
Okay, time to leave. Now, before he was seen intruding on Annabel's privacy... pivoting around on his feet, he promptly stepped on a particularly large and noisy twig.
...
Crap.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:14 pm
At the snap of the twig, Annabel whirled, desperately in fear of Chris actually having heard her comments, and coming out to yell at her. Or send interns. Or, oh god, even worse, CHEF. Ears flattened and a growl raising in her throat, Annabel was at the point she could honestly murder someone. ******** anger management, whoever the hell this was had just interrupted a damn good soliloquy! You just didn't do that! Poor classical poets, rolling in their graves! Oh, whoever this poor soul was, they were in for i---
"...Simon?" She squeaked out weakly, all traces of anger leaving her body. In fact, Annabel could very well be a trainwreck of emotions. Where a snarl had been, she'd gone deathly silent- body entirely tense and stilled with the pent up intention of pouncing. Silent for a good, pregnant pause- long enough that the night was quiet but for the cricket's chirping- she blinked. And again.
And just as quick as she'd been quiet, Annabel was squealing in terror, face bright red and any trace of bravery gone. With all the grace of a three legged giraffe in ice skates, she quickly submerged herself in the water, attempting to hide as long as physically possible. But unfortunately for her, unlike Guybrush Threepwood, Annabel did not have the ability to hold her breath underwater for ten minutes.
Surfacing with a splash and a huge gasp for breath, Annabel kept only her head above the water, still too shamed to look up and properly view her friend. Shuddering- whether it was from cold or humiliation, she'd never admit- she looked as though she were going to die. In a very quiet, weak voice, so unlike her typical one, she spoke.
"H-how long have you been there..? A-and what all did you see and hear...?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 10:38 pm
Oh jeez... when Annabel saw him, he was DEAD. Dead dead dead dead dead--
And then the fear, gone the moment Annabel squeaked at his name, an ugly weight fashioned from guilt coming to take its place at the bottom of his chest. He just stood there, jaw working but no words coming out of it, making a point to keeping his eyes covered with an arm and his head turned away. All he was really aware of is that he had done something very very bad, and he would probably never be able to make up for it.
The Cone of Shame would be right at home back around his neck, he bitterly realized.
"A...Annab--"
He choked halfway through his poor friend's name. It felt like someone was dropping ice cubes down his insides when she spoke again; indeed, he wished he could just melt on the spot like they could. Simon could tell that he had hurt her really badly, he'd never heard her speak like this, and would never have expected her voice to take this form if he weren't standing here hearing it right now.
"I-I-I-I... I... d-didn't hear all of it... j-just the end..." he replied quietly, knowing very well what that implied. It would have been so easy to just lie about it, but that seemed far worse than being honest. Even if the lie were successful and she didn't suspect anything, the additional guilt that would create would all but kill him.
"And I didn't- I-I-I didn't see anything, I swear!" His voice was becoming a little louder, panicked, as the shock faded away and anxiety started flooding in. "And I w-w-would never, EVER try to l-l-l-look at you like that even if I knew y-y-y-you wouldn't catch me."
Simon took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself a little and will his jaw to -work properly- for once so he could say what was on his mind without sounding like a total idiot. "I... I wouldn't have c-c-c-c -- dammit -- come out here if I knew this is what you were doing," he continued, more slowly this time. "You're my friend and I would NEVER try to invade your privacy like that."
Then, a little more quietly, "But... I'll understand if you don't believe me, or don't want to deal with me after this..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 11:24 pm
She listened very quietly as Simon stammered his way through his apology- Annabel couldn't help but cringe, however, when the boy swore. It was so unlike him to do that... which obviously meant how upset he was... Arms crossed over her chest beneath the surface, she tried to formulate a way to respond. He'd... he'd heard. Choking back a sob very unsuccessfully, she dipped slightly underwater- just so that her mouth was below the surface. She needed time to think before she could talk.
Oh god, he'd heard. And here he was, apologizing...? But no, no, that was wrong! She ought to be the one stammering out an apology, begging for his forgiveness, not listening as he tried to prove his worth. God, no, he'd already done that! He'd more than done that, just by even trying to explain himself! Fighting desperately to keep from entirely fall apart, Annabel figured she'd ruined any chance of friendship she had with him- god, he had to ******** hate her now. She'd gone and done a soliloquy, and ******** if Romeo and Juliet hadn't taught her that SOMEBODY ALWAYS HEARD YOU. Romeo beneath the balcony, indeed! She moved to apologize when his voice softened, and Annabel felt her ears perking to hear him.
...Not want to deal with him? Oh, no, no, that wasn't- ********. That wasn't right at all! Finally forcing herself into action, Annabel put her hands on the side of the riverbank, hauling herself out of the water and onto dry land. Moving without thinking- before she could talk herself out of it. Swiftly hurrying to Simon, with a very fast pace for such a short girl, she buried her face in the crook of his arm, snaking her arms about his waist.
"No, no, it's not you, Simon.." she pleaded desperately, her already weak voice barely a murmur above the muffled contact. Shaking her head desperately, Annabel continued.
"No, I've ******** everything up for you- if anyone has a right to hate somebody here, it's you hating me. I've gotten you stung by bees, and I've just caused you trouble... I'm so, so sorry..." drawing a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, Annabel continued.
"A-and I'm sorry that you heard, but I did mean it. There's something very endearing about you, and.. it just makes me happy to be around you. I know I haven't known you long, but... I haven't known a lot of nice guys before. I- I'm the freaky punk chick, you know? A-and you didn't let that put you off, and you didn't judge me, a-and you put up with me and were nice.." Breathe, Annabel, breathe.
"I- I know it'd be so ******** selfish of me to ask you to stay, but would you mind? Y-you really do mean a lot to me. A-and even if it never turns into anything more, I want you as my friend, Simon. You're a really, really great guy. Please don't let this ruin that...."
All in all, the moment was sweet, poignant, and touching.
It probably would have been more so were Annabel not stark raving naked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 12:08 am
This was the most unnerving moment of silence Simon ever had to endure, and that was including those horrible pauses that McLean had did to rile him up only to terrify him the next split second. It was funny how such opposite experiences could feel so similar: they were both so horribly tense, filled with internal conflict on whether or not he wanted the next moment to happen. Knowing Annabel, though, he was so sure it would come at any time. She would bristle her head out of the water and start spearing his ears with every curse word in her arsenal...
And then... and then he heard a soft splash, and the trickle of water drizzling on the ground. And...
Annabel... was leaning on his chest. Naked.
ANNABEL. WAS LEANING. ON HIS CHEST. NAKED.
He almost interrupted her so she would realize this, but recognized that what she was saying was important, and didn't want to interrupt her saying her piece. It surprised him that Annabel sounded... well, she sounded every bit as guilty as he felt. And she really did mean every word he overheard. Simon would have never expected to find someone who cared for him that much, especially on this island... and especially not someone like Annabel. The whole emotional shift that came with it was almost enough to make him forget that her naked body was pressed up against his chest.
"Annabel..." he started, doing all a guy could to keep his composure, "It's only been four days. I know a lot of bad things have happened already, but... there's going to be a whole lot more ahead. If you keep feeling bad for everything that messes up, or gets someone hurt - me or otherwise - you're... you're just going to end up eating yourself alive." He continued, with a sad chuckle, "When you set a trap that everyone can get to, there's always going to be a chance someone you actually like will get caught by it."
"I can't hate you just for a couple of messups. You're the first person here who was nice to me, and when I learned we got to be on the same team, I was... really happy." Simon's voice had lowered so much that it was only a few decibels away from a whisper, and, hoping like hell it wouldn't get him smacked, a hand had reached up to gently stroke through her hair. "It was, just... I was so sure I'd be miserable my whole time here, Annabel... and--"
He trailed off and sighed, ending up almost completely lost on what he wanted to say, and just allowed himself the liberty of petting his friend for a few moments. Hopefully that would be enough to convey what he was trying to - that he wasn't mad, he wasn't put off, and he was concerned for her well-being.
"I'll stay... I mean, if it's alright..." he said after while. "But for now... do you think you could... well... uh."
"You're k-kinda still not wearing anything."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 2:08 am
Silent once more as she listened to him speak- it was funny, how he seemed able to silence her so quickly- there was a pang of fear in her chest when he mentioned the shortness of time. Oh god, he was going to tell her off, she'd ******** up. Annabel stilled, however, when he continued on, explaining that she was important to him, too. Were he paying close attention, Simon would've been able to feel a very soft smile take Annabel's features.
And oh god, he was stroking her hair. Were she a softer girl, Annabel might've melted then and there- however, she had lost what dignity she would tonight, and did not quite feel up to losing the rest. Christ, though, this kind of thing would stop happening if she'd just learned to express herself better. In fact, were she able to, the very soft- if not inaudible- "s'nice" might have been expressed more eloquently. Tail wagging very softly, Annabel thought how she might just be able to lose herself in this moment.
Why didn't girls go for guys like him? He was a bit awkward- rough around the edges, really- but holy hell, Simon was adorable. And sweet! No other guy that she could think of tolerated her moodswings so well- even her mother struggled on that. But... he was calming. Nice. Probably because he didn't argue, if she was being honest. It wasn't out of a lack of intelligence, though; it was kindness. Probably knows the whole riding a temper tantrum out idea..
"Thank you, Simon.." She'd started, when he suddenly spoke up once more. Raising her gaze to meet his, Annabel could finally see how flustered he was.
You're k-kinda still not wearing anything.
...Oh. OH, ********. Face flushing red once more, Annabel practically threw herself off of him, scrambling backwards as quickly as possible. Just as she'd begun to yammer out an apology, her paw caught on a particularly raised tree root- with a twist and a THUNK, she was down.
In her dazed state, it took a moment for the pain to settle in. When it did, though, she winced.
"s**t. I- I think... I might've pulled something..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:59 pm
Annabel could be just about the nicest girl you could meet - though a precious and mostly gullible few would believe him if he tried to mention it. Her general appearance, along with things like her cursing fits at the drop of the hat and outright malice towards Chris gave her a thick layer of anger, mischief and rebelliousness... but manage to melt that away and you were left a core made almost entirely of pure sugar. Like those horribly sour candies he could never stomach as a kid.
Simon wasn't quite perceptive enough to pick up on her smiling, but he could tell that he was making her relax a bit, which was just as rewarding. It allowed him to wind down a bit knowing that he'd been able to comfort her a bit, his lessening anxiety coming in the form of a quiet sigh. He was still feeling horribly, HORRIBLY awkward, of course, but that sort of came with the "Friend Cuddling You Naked" package. If it weren't for that he would most likely be hugging her back by this point - but as it were, he just continued to pet her hair and, admittedly, was starting to enjoy it a little more than he probably should.
And when he finally alerted her to her state of dress she all but rocketed away from him, leaving the space around him feeling curiously empty.
Simon was yammering out reassurances as quickly as she was trying to apologize; the noise that resulted could probably have been mistaken for a couple of birds squabbling over a candy bar they'd found in the woods. When Annabel tripped and fell, however, things were silent and tense one again-- Simon quietly crept over, trying to avert his eyes as best he could while making sure she was alright.
That... was kind of difficult.
"Oh no..." he started, guilt creeping back into his voice. This was all his fault... if he hadn't come out here, she wouldn't have had a reason to freak out and get herself hurt. "A-are you okay? Can you stand up?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:02 pm
Doing her best to preserve her modesty in that tumble, Annabel had crossed her legs- with a great wince at her ankle, hurting far worse than she thought it would. Her arms were used as supports, resting just in front of a certain two pieces of anatomy. Frowning at the thought she'd injured herself- again, if her ego had anything to say about it- in front of Simon, she was quiet a moment, simply thinking.
Did Simon suffer freak-outs like this? Were any of the women at home in his life like this? Oh god, now she was thinking about girls back home. He probably had some cute, dorky girl with glasses who was totally into him, and didn't freak out at him like this, or get him stung by bees. And she was probably right about to ask him out when he left, too... god damn, after this stunt, she wasn't going to stand a chance. She'd have to ask about that girl, later.
...If she even existed, anyway.
Shaking herself out of her worries when Simon addressed her once more, Annabel blinked a moment. O-oh. ...She did need to stand up. Trying to force herself off of the ground, she winced with a hiss when she set her foot on the ground, nearly stumbling once more as she did. Just barely, however, she'd managed to keep her balance, and opted to stand on her left foot instead of sitting down once more.
"It's bad," she started quietly, an embarrassed flush creeping into her cheeks,
"But I think I could limp off to the infirmary, and get it fixed up pretty well. Or at least, enough that I won't be out of commission for too long.."
She didn't know if he would pick up on it, but there was definitely an unsaid hopefully at the end of her statement. Lord, she didn't want this to mean she'd get voted off.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 4:25 pm
And if Annabel ever dared to ask Simon about any ladyfriends he might have back home, it would be made apparent that she was horribly, horribly wrong. Sure, he'd befriended a girl or two in his life, but if they weren't a sister of a friend or something else off-limits, they usually rejected him. Any dates ended up being pranks at his expense-- or even worse, the girl involved turned out to be batshit insane. Or both.
His ears flattened with continued as Annabel struggled herself into a standing position, making a little worried whining noise but not doing anything to interrupt until she spoke again. When she explained her situation he slowly shook his head. "N-no, I don't think you should be walking on that, Annabel..." he said, pausing for a moment to peel off his shirt. Apparently her earlier rush of acting without thinking had come back and infected him.
It took him an embarrassing amount of time to actually get it off - shot nerves flaring up again and almost getting him tangled - but as soon as he was freed from the shirt he held it out to Annabel. "Here... p-put this on."
He waited for a while for her to get the shirt on and, after double-checking to make sure she was decent, gingerly moved in to pick her up. "Just hang on tight, I should be able to get you there, okay?" he said quietly while hooking an arm under her knees. Unless she had bones made of lead or something she couldn't be any heavier than Lizzy, so he figured it shouldn't be too difficult for him. Especially since it was on level ground...
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:26 pm
It'd taken her a moment to fight on the shirt- despite the overall massive size of the thing compared to her, wet was still wet, and made pulling the article on difficult. Eventually finding herself snugly fitting- a little tight on the chest, but long enough to make up for that, she looked to Simon with a sheepish smile. There was a part of her, again the same one that dared not speak aloud, which loved the way the shirt felt, and couldn't help but acknowledge a certain... rightness. But good god, that was horribly cheesy, and she wouldn't admit it in a million years.
Finishing her once-over of herself, Annabel looked up to Simon with a sheepish smile, striking a sort of coy, questioning pose. She really wasn't meaning to lay it on this thick; it was just sort of... happening. Her arms were out in front of her, as if to demonstrate the overall length of the shirt on her body; the sleeves extended past her arms, drooping over the tops of her paws. It was a rather silly image, not that she knew.
"It... doesn't look too bad, right? The, uh. The shirt. I mean, seeing as I have to face Chef and all..." there was a slightly nervous laugh- something borderlining a giggle- and she raised a paw to absently rub the back of her head.
"I-I mean, it's not your shirt. It's not! It's how the shirt fits on me. I- It's not my normal outfit. God, s**t. Didn't mean to sound rude. I'm sorry." Oh lord, she hadn't been this awkward since her required public speaking class. Those days had long since gone, but now, it felt as if they were back in full force. s**t. She'd probably looked like a giggling school girl, how badly she was stammering. Opening her mouth to speak again, Annabel was entirely unaware of Simon's actions, and was entirely caught off guard by his movements.
Therefore, it was entirely reasonable that when he scooped her up, she started squealing like a girl and buried her face in his chest.
...Which, thanks to his earlier gifting of his shirt, was uncovered.
Flushing a horribly embarrassing shade of red, Annabel's ears pinned back to her head, not wanting to move herself out of shame- and partially out of fear of falling. Hooking one arm around his neck to feel more secured, she decided not to fight this- not because she enjoyed the idea of being carried bridal-style, mind out, but entirely out of necessity. ENTIRELY.
"W-what are you doing?" She asked, voice still near a squeak and uneasy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:48 pm
Simon politely kept his back turned to Annabel and waited patiently while she put the shirt on, only turning back around to face her when she started asking about how she looked. When he was able to look at her, however... oh god, he really didn't want to admit it, but no other word could describe how it looked.
It was cute.
And hearing her going on worrying about her appearance and apologizing for how she was wording things wasn't helping things much. Was she really this self-conscious, at a time like this? It was endearing enough that he almost burst out chuckling, but he was able to hold that back and just give her a dopey, dorky smile instead. "Do you really need to worry about your appearance at a time like this?" he mused aloud. "It shouldn't matter as long as it's doing its job... besides, you look fine."
He really should have been expecting her to react like that - she had squealed almost directly into his ear, but he managed to minimize his flinching and made an attempt at adjusting his grip so she'd feel more comfortable and secure. As far as the face-burying-in-his-chest thing... gah, why was Annabel suddenly becoming so hopelessly adorable?! It was enough for the parts of his face that weren't covered in bee stings to start flushing bright red and break into a smile that would have been embarrassingly blissful if anyone was looking at it.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to drop you, I promise... you'll get to the infirmary a little more easily this way."
And with that, he started walking. Slowly at first, so he could adjust to the weight and not make Annabel too nervous.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:57 pm
"I.. I guess not," she gave in, wilting ever-so-slightly at the point. It wasn't that she was dejected, really; it was the fact that Simon was entirely correct at this point. There were bigger fish to fry than worrying on how Simon thought she looked. Nodding in an attempt to reason the thought out with herself, Annabel put it to mind that she wasn't going to entirely look like a squealing little girl here.
...Except, of course, for the fact that she totally did. Trying to ignore that fact, she instead contented herself to listening to his heart beat- there was a hint of delight manifesting in a smile in the fact that she could tell it was beating a bit faster. Snuggling in closer- to keep herself safe, thank you very much- she went quiet for a while, smiling to herself and taking in how was humming to herself.
..Goddamnit, she could see why girls swooned over the Princess treatment. Not that she thought that way, mind you. At all! But should she be the kind of girl who enjoyed being swept off her feet and carried to safety, this would've been amazing and ******** awesome.
You know. If she was that kind of girl.
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