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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 23, 2006 11:35:14 GMT -5
OOC: so Sky and I don't get lost in the party thread  After you, Sky  Christine silently made her way over to the Nutcracker. "Are you okay?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. If that was Sky - and if that snow had anything to do with that giggling pixie hovering nearby - chances are they were in for a world of insanity. Situation normal, it seemed. She cleared her throat and poked him. "You okay?" she repeated, trying to get his attention. |
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Post by Sky on Nov 27, 2006 21:22:25 GMT -5
"Why wouldn't I be?" Sky asked, casting an amused look at Christine before offering her his arm. "It's a gorgeous evening, I have a beautiful girl as my date and surprisingly, the food they're serving as snacks isn't half bad. What more could I possibly want?"
Besides getting out of this ridiculous costume, that is.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 27, 2006 21:24:22 GMT -5
"Besides you getting out of that costume?" she asked, laughing lightly. "Mmm, not much," she said, absently brushing some snow off his outfit. "That's not your royal uniform, is it?" Hopefully he had been smart and not worn it - she shuddered to think what would happen if that magic snow the winter pixies used damaged it. His mother probably would go on the warpath at that.
She blinked her blue eyes when he stumbled for a moment while walking with her. "Are you all right?" she asked, her voice concerned.
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Post by Sky on Dec 2, 2006 11:43:28 GMT -5
Frowning at the strange sensation that had out of the blue coursed up his leg, Sky gently rotated his ankle. Well, whatever that had been, he was fine now. Must have just been a muscle spasm or something.
Giving Christine a smile of assurance, Sky nodded. "Couldn't be more fine." Pausing for a moment, he then asked teasingly with lifted brows, "So, what kind of hell do you exactly plan to put me through tonight? It's bad enough that I have to wear this ridiculous outfit - which, I thank the gods is not my royal uniform - but I imagine that you will be wanting me to partake in some dancing shortly, am I right? Well, I have one thing to say to that," at this a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Just do not step on my shoes. I spent a good hour shining them and I intend to keep them at their blackest all night."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 2, 2006 11:50:24 GMT -5
"Just a bit of dancing," Christine said, leaning into kiss him gently on the cheek. She gently brushed his bangs off his forehead. "I must say that you look very regal, my nutcracker prince." Her smile was soft and gentle as she looked up at him, affection clear in her gaze. "Here's to hoping you don't have to fight any mice," she added with a light laugh. "Because I fear I might act like a complete female and actually scream. I have an aversion to mice."
She dipped into a curtsy, her right hand clasping the soft fabric of her nightgown as she extended it ever so slightly when she curtsied. "Shall we dance?" she asked, her eyes merry. "I must warn you I've only learned the slow and old fashion dances so anything modern and fast, ah, I'd advise you to let us sit them out," she sheepishly admitted, her cheeks the same shade crimson as the make up on his cheeks.
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Post by Sky on Dec 3, 2006 14:22:34 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Sky remarked teasingly as he guided Christine out onto the dance floor. "Well then, I suppose I will just have to find another partner for those types of songs - you know they are my favorite so I couldn't possibly sit them out." Grinning to let her know that he was just joking around, Sky assumed the proper ballroom dancing stance and then bowed exaggeratedly as he said playfully, "May I have the honor of this dance, m'lady?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 3, 2006 14:27:19 GMT -5
"You may, m'lord," she said softly. She slipped close to him and snuggled close, pleased to know that she fit perfectly in his arms. She offered him a soft smile as she let him lead her in the dance. She felt like a complete princess as she danced with her prince charming.
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Post by Sky on Dec 3, 2006 14:52:19 GMT -5
As he led Christine in a traditional waltz, Sky remained quiet, content to just feel her in his arms. True, he hadn't really been looking forward to this night - he would have much rather preferred going on a walk or grabbing a bite to eat in town - but if he had to spend the evening with a bunch of people in a crowded room, at least he couldn't ask for better company than Chris. And even if this wasn't his choice way of spending his time, Christine obviously wanted to be here and since she had made more than enough sacrifices for him, Sky knew the least he could do was to let her enjoy the night.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 5, 2006 19:21:26 GMT -5
Christine smiled up at him and noticed he stumbled again for a moment, and a look of concern crossed her features. "You okay?" she asked, her voice soft as she didn't want to draw attention to them. "That's the second time you've stumbled tonight."
Something was telling her that she should be worried - she just couldn't figure out what. Perhaps it was nothing, but she just couldn't ignore the knowledge of that pixie's laughter. There was just something about that laughing pixie that filled her with dread and fear.
"Do you want to go and sit down, Sky?" she asked. If something was indeed happening, it would be better to deal with it now.
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Post by Sky on Dec 5, 2006 19:45:00 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Sky insisted as he continued to guide Christine along the dance floor. "It's probably just a muscle cramp or something. I did get a pretty intense workout yesterday wrangling all those dragons, so I wouldn't be surprised if I just overexerted myself a little. I'm sure if I just go put some ice on my ankle after this party, I'll be as good as new in the morning." Shooting her a undeniably adorable lopsided smile, he added, "I promise."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 6, 2006 20:24:06 GMT -5
Christine smiled back at him lovingly, warmly, his smile that infectious. "All right, but just remembered you promised," she said, leaning up at bit to steal a kiss, something she found herself enjoying. "I love you," she whispered softly, almost barely audible. She always meant that when she said it to Sky - no matter how many times he hurt her, no matter what happened between them, she did love him. He could shatter her heart into thousands of pieces and yet she would still offer him the pieces, hoping for just a moment of love.
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Post by Sky on Dec 6, 2006 22:17:21 GMT -5
Sky smiled again as he replied promptly, his tone light, "Don't you worry - I always remember my promises. And I keep them too. Something to do with that whole hero honor code and whatnot."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 7, 2006 23:23:37 GMT -5
Christine blushed the same color as his cheek makeup. "Right, I had forgotten about that," she admitted. "Well, not completely," she hastily amended, her blue eyes wide at how that must have sounded. "Just a little." She reached up to brush his hair off his face, something that would have normally smeared the makeup on his face when her hand paused midbrush.
The makeup hadn't smeared - hadn't smeared at all. "Sky, what the hell? What kind of makeup did you use? Permanent marker?" she asked, her voice full of disbelief, mingled with concern. Sky wasn't stupid enough to use actual permanent marker, was he?
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Post by Sky on Dec 7, 2006 23:27:13 GMT -5
"Permanent marker?" Sky echoed in utter confusion. "What are you talking about? I used that stuff you bought for me in town - you know, the face paint. The bottle even specifically said to be careful not to touch my face excessively because the paint would smudge..." Not liking the baffled look on Christine's face, Sky frowned as he asked suspiciously, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong with my face?" Pausing for a moment, Sky then said, struggling valiantly to keep his hysteria in check, "Please do not tell me that something happened to my face."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 7, 2006 23:29:07 GMT -5
"I was brushing some of your hair off your face, and your makeup didn't smudge, at all," Christine said, her voice getting a bit frantic. She tugged his hand. "Let's go to one of the empty classrooms. We can figure out what the hell's going on in a place where we don't have to yell over the music."
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After you, Sky 
