Actually, no I won’t. It will be a week before I am once again ladylike in exterior. And, Xander here is a warning. Let me tell you,
> Suddenly very serious, Annie drew her moirail in by the choke of the collar and, whispering through tedious leer, she said;
I do intend to enjoy every little bit of this!
> His laugh was like a chime; Oh Xander, you were so funny! Annie pulled back to admire the deep red debunk that clutter his expression by means of it beginning to simmer down, and boil slightly up once more. A more friendly smile was offered then; enough with the tongue-in-cheek mockery. Annie bestowed a peck to the cheek and a more traditional, silhouette smile that was more the norm. No teeth and still somehow slightly foreboding in nature, was this man. Snowman.
I love you, ya know.
Still, it’ll be over in no time. I’ll be here to help pass the time, yeah?
> He gave her a weak smile, and kept it after she told him she was going to tell him a warning of sorts. She drew him in by the collar and whispered to him. Uh. Whatever that meant. He kept a straight face, though— sort of, not really. It looked uncomfortable, actually. His face was still red, and would be for a while.
> And then she placed a kiss on his cheek. Thank you, Annie, thank you. He made a muffled kind of noise; barely heard, but it was still there.
Yeah, I love y’ too, sw— … Eheh.
> Um. Would calling her sweetheart be awkward?
temporalleader7 replied to your post: For some reason, you seem oddly familiar. Besides you being a Doze, and all.I might have known you before. Apparently I lost my memory or something of the sort. Sounds like you might’ve as well, maybe. Either way, hey! I’m Xander. Forgive me for not greeting you earlier.
…Well, that would probably why I invoke nostalgia, in which case I cannot blame you for not fully remembering me.
…Worry not, though. A pleasure to meet you again, Xander.
> You’re not going to spoil the moment, but you do have complete memory of Xander. You must say, you’re rather glad to be able to speak with him again, and you truly are flattered that he retained a glimmer of memory of you.
Ah, I’m glad you aren’t sad or anything of the sort. I’ve been through that enough times. I don’t mean to hurt anyone.
But it’s a pleasure to meet you again too, Doze. And how have you been? Well, I hope.
Yes, yes no fat. I am aware. i was only teasing, darling!
>I’m fairly certain Annie sounds like Marshal Lee with an eastern hook. Don’t know why.
But, really! What’s wrong, Xany? I love you and do appreciate you for consoling me in my hour of must… but in all honesty, I do not want to make you uncomfortable!
> Now very concerned, Annie hunker down and rolled onto her back; now sprawled awkwardly among and across Xanders torso. Starlit freckles made more prominent painted pictures across her cheek in the soft half-light of the room glittered keenly. And Snowman didn’t actually care how terrible this was, if only Xander didn’t mind it.
> He tilted his head;
I really can’t help this, darling.
> He took a deep breath, calming his nerves. This wasn’t so bad, right? Yeah. He looked calmer, now.
I’m not uncomfortable, rather, … uh—
> Flustered, might be the word, but he wouldn’t say that, and now he couldn’t due to his.. er, … uh, her position over him. His face was dulling back to it’s natural color, but uh, now, he was made aware of it’s current state by the faint heat on his face. Hhhh.
I-.. don’t mind.
> Stop looking gorgeous you asshole.
You’ll be back to your old self in no time, see? It’ll be okay, aha, .. yeah.
> It would be a lie to say that Annie didn’t immediately notice Xanders suddenly very erect posture. It would also be a lie to say that she gave a single damn. Xander was Annies moirail, and if he couldn’t handle a little change in atmosphere! Good riddance!
> Didn’t mean she wouldn’t give him hell.
Darling, why are you giving me this look? Your face is that of the strawberries we share. What is so horrible- oh. Am I too heavy?-
Have I become fat?!
> Panic came into those pastel eyes. No, ah no! Anything but that. Grey magic, why must you tussle through the woes of a complex womanhood to make everything so much more inconvenient! Even for a queen!
I’m.. I’m so sorry, darling. Isn’t it a wonder that you didn’t… That you didn’t leave as soon as you saw me like this! I know you expect better. Darling, you are a sport, a real sport to stick with me through these times of absolute denigration…
>kIDDING. Annie broke her anxiety to chuckle and nuzzles softly against Xanders cheek.
Or maybe you like it? I think you like it.
> Oh, Xander could totally handle a little change. In fact, that’s why he was even letting her do this at the moment. He raised an eyebrow at her, uh.. what.. what look was he giving her? He wasn’t really aware, honestly.
> What. NO NO NO THAT’S NOT WHY HE WAS GIVING HER A LOOK. He didn’t even know he was giving her a look!
I-I— no, that’s not, I— Annie— No, no no no——
> Oh. She chuckled and nuzzled him. His panicking expression totally fell and an unamused one replaced it rather quickly as he squinted at no one in particular. His face was still red.
> He poked her stomach gently, frowning at her.
Yeah, no, not fat.
Well then? Don’t simply stand there and ogle me as you may an oddity. Get in.
> Hurry then; Annie ushered Xander inside her home, shut the door behind them both and tugged him toward their familiar place on the couch, sitting him quickly down next to her.
This is….. this is so fucking horrible.
> How do these things even happen?! Annie didn’t know; she only brought her knees to her chest, her face twisting into a pout. If there was one thing Annie despised exceeding all else despicable; it was being put into situations that caused her to become uncomfortable. Little-Miss(mister?)-Posh-Prince(ss) right here just couldn’t take the stress of it all; and so she didn’t chastise herself so much when she trundled over to land herself centerfold in Xanders lap.
> Daww. Look at those big, green eyes.
I’m a man.
> Annie took him inside, and then after shutting the door, she immediately took them to their little spot on the sofa. He blinked— everything felt kinda weird.
I’d imagine so— .. it, probably feels real weird, don’t it? Uh, ‘least you’re as tall as me now, heh.
> Well, that didn’t work out too well. Annie had brought her knees to her-… his? chest and was pouting. He didn’t blame him. Her. Fuck. Whatever. He sighed, leaning back in the sofa, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to say something— but Annie had gone and moved towards him, sitting herself into his lap. Which caused him to go rigid.
> Yes, uh, nice green eyes. Holy hell. No, look away. Stop.
The fuck is with this sudden attraction.
Y-yeaaah, ahaha, yeah. I. noticed.
> His face is red, oh lord help him.
> Oh, so you think this is funny eh? Well, Annie certainly didn’t find this bullshit funny; that was the one word she wouldn’t have used to describe this predicament.
> A moment before, Annie had been searching for something- anything to wear for her friend. A suit, anything really. Nothing fit her anymore (as she had grown three inches), nothing worked; a strapless dress? Maybe not, as you could imagine.
> Eventually, she had dug up that old peacoat from awhile back (two sizes too big), and a pair of brown slacks (god knows where they came from), in time as Xander rang up her doorchime a moment later. Annie scurried to the door in her per usual excited manner, though not as quickly; and a tad more stiffly.
>I can rhyme!
> Perhaps this would have been a lot less odd any other day. Annie opened the door-
Oh my god, Xander. I’m as tall as you are.
> Well, it was kind of bullshit, yeah. Xander didn’t know what to think of the situation. It was certainly unexpected, and because he was curious, he wanted to see.
> She— uh, he? … Opened the door and Xander looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Well, hello there. And he was as tall as him. Or, ..her. Fuck. He couldn’t get the hang of it. Nope, he’ll just call her Annie. He’s not going to bother with it.
> Eventually he noticed he was kind of staring— which was funny, because he had done that before when Annie was actually /Annie/, but he wasn’t caught. Probably.
You. You are as tall as I am. Yeah.
> Can he borrow that coat it looks cool.
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>They’re everywhere. Your eyes dart from side to side, looking for something, anything that would explain these voices. You were panicking, that was much evident. You were on the verge of screaming into the voices. Good thing a tug pulled you out of that.
“M-muh? W-what? I-I… Uhh… Yes? Uh. D-don’t worry. It’s n-no-.”
>A voice came above from the rest. It was still hushed, yes. But it was clear enough for you to understand what it wanted to tell you.
> Yeah, he was panicking and it was really obvious. Xander squinted a bit in confusion, noticing how Die quickly fell to a stutter of sorts. While he didn’t know what was happening, he could surely guess. Either something was screwing with him via magic or he was hearing or seeing things, judging by his little ‘no’ afterwards as well as his eyes darting everywhere.
> Xander couldn’t do much to help; he had to take him to Hirsi, that was obvious. If someone was doing this via magic, Hirsi would be able to stop it. He was just good like that.
Hey, hey, hey.. hush now— calm down.
> He reached forward and cupped his cheeks, staring at him with concerned eyes.
Focus on me, kay? Everything is all right— you’re okay. Do you want to go to the park? Somewhere much lighter? Hush, hush, everything’s all right.
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