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crossover_chickOtherwise known as my RPG characters had a busy time of it this evening. Alice is still talking to Johanna (she's friend with her now :)), Doc and Marty are chatting with Frostbite now that they're unLOLed, Doc's talking to Egon and Daniel Faraday over in the Rift, and Dee's got a Rift Overflow post going. I just caught up with everything.
-RPD: Heh, well, that's what you get.-
I know. Sorry, Rift!Victor, I was going to tag you into something, but I think I'll put that on hold until tomorrow.
Not much else going on -- who wants fic before I head to bed?
25. Fence – When Romeo Met Juliet
The wrought-iron fence surrounding the Liddell house was one of the tallest Victor had ever seen. He stared up at it, eying the thick bars and the spikes lining the top with trepidation. This was definitely a fence designed to keep people out.
Victor sighed and wrapped a hand around one of the bars. What was he doing here, anyway? Planning to sneak over a fence to see a girl was hardly proper. Normally he wouldn’t even consider doing such a thing. Yet here he was, gathering his courage to trespass on someone’s property. What if he was caught? Mr. Liddell had already soundly rejected him when he’d tried to see Alice properly, by knocking on the front door and asking for her. He’d be livid if he found Victor had gone to see her anyway. And his parents would be horrified – not only by the act, but by who he was going to see. They didn’t approve of Alice at all – he’d be severely punished for this. Wouldn’t it be smarter to just cut his losses and go home?
Then he remembered the dance floor, and seeing a pair of emerald green eyes gazing at him through a blue mask. Playful, dangerous – alluring. He’d never seen eyes quite like that before, and when he had. . . .
He stiffened his spine, new resolve coursing through him. Propriety be damned – he was going to see Alice again. He examined the fence carefully. The bars were set too close for even his skinny body to slip through. It was up and over, then. Grateful that years of evading bullies had given him excellent climbing skills, Victor scaled the fence. He very cautiously hoisted himself over the points of the spikes, then dropped onto the other side.
Or, at least, he tried to. Instead of dropping onto the lawn, like he’d expected, he found himself dangling awkwardly a few inches over it. A glance behind him confirmed the obvious – he’d somehow managed to hook his suit jacket over one of the spikes. He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. Only him. . . .
He wriggled for a moment, trying to get loose. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite find the leverage he needed to free himself. “Oh, perfect,” he mumbled, frustrated. “I should have know this would happen.”
“Victor?”
Victor’s head jerked up. Standing on the balcony overlooking the back yard was Alice. Victor felt his stomach do a flip-flop as he looked at her. She was so beautiful, standing there surrounded by ivy and wisteria, clad in a cheery yellow dress. And here he was, looking like an absolute fool in front of her. “Hello,” he said weakly, trying to smile.
Alice stared at him for a moment. “I – take it you’re stuck,” she said, looking both puzzled and amused.
Victor nodded, blushing. “I was trying to come and say hello, and – well. . . .” He shrugged as best he could.
“I’ll give you a hand,” Alice said, climbing over the railing. A particularly thick stem of wisteria snaked its way up the wall by the balcony on the left – Alice used it as a ladder. She made it to the ground in just a minute and jogged over to Victor. “How did you manage that, anyway?” she added.
“It just happens,” Victor said, voice resigned. “If you’d be so kind to – I hate to be a bother, but--”
“You’re missing the most obvious solution,” Alice interrupted, smirking.
“Pardon?”
To his shock, Alice started undoing the buttons on his jacket. “Take this off, of course. You can get it back once you’re on the ground.”
“But – but--” Victor stammered, feeling his entire head go bright pink, “I – I c-can’t call on y-you in just my s-s-shirtsleeves! It’s n-not proper!”
“And climbing over fences is?”
She had him there. Victor blushed harder as she finished opening his jacket and stepped back. Hesitating just a moment, he slid out of it and eased himself onto the ground. He promptly turned and retrieved it from the spike, not looking Alice in the eye. “I am sorry,” he mumbled, putting it back on. “I never meant – do forgive me.”
Alice grinned. “I’m sure you say that to every girl whose fence you jump,” she teased him.
“You’re the first girl I’ve done this for!” Victor protested. Then, fidgeting, he added, “You’re the only girl I’d do this for.”
Alice looked astonished. “Really?”
“Really,” Victor nodded, smiling despite his nerves.
Alice smiled back. Then she grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a warm, sweet kiss. As their lips met, Victor felt his worries and fears melt away. He didn’t care anymore if they were caught or not. Whatever might happen, it was worth it all for these stolen kisses.
-TTV: Hoping fences, shimmying up balconies, getting abducted to the Land of the Dead -- am I incapable of properly calling on a girl?-
. . . Yes. Yes you are.
-TTV: -.- As long as we've got that settled. . . .-
*giggle* Anyway, this is a fic related to that "Cinder-Marty" Victor/Alice sequel I'm currently writing, "Love Will Find a Way." The basic premise is, Victor and Alice meet at that same ball Marty attends and loses his shoe at. They fall pretty much in love at first sight, but Victor's parents and Alice's aunt and uncle don't like each other and are trying to push the kids into other relationships -- Victor into one with either (a living) Emily or Victoria, Alice into one with hat-maker Richard Dodgson (I'm sure you can guess what Wonderland character he's supposed to be). So, basically, Victor and Alice have to see each other on the sly. Victor getting stuck on the fence seemed like the obvious thing to happen.
-D: Very obvious, yes.-
-TTV: I'd say I'm not that clumsy, but we all know I'd be lying.-
If it makes you feel better, Simon over in the Inkwell's a pretty good klutz himself.
-M: Uh -- yeah, I don't know I like hearing that the guy with the flamethrower, chainsaw, and shotgun is klutzy. . . .-
He's either klutzy or badass -- the two, fortunately, don't mix.
Aaand more tags have arrived. Off to answer them.
-RPD: Heh, well, that's what you get.-
I know. Sorry, Rift!Victor, I was going to tag you into something, but I think I'll put that on hold until tomorrow.
Not much else going on -- who wants fic before I head to bed?
25. Fence – When Romeo Met Juliet
The wrought-iron fence surrounding the Liddell house was one of the tallest Victor had ever seen. He stared up at it, eying the thick bars and the spikes lining the top with trepidation. This was definitely a fence designed to keep people out.
Victor sighed and wrapped a hand around one of the bars. What was he doing here, anyway? Planning to sneak over a fence to see a girl was hardly proper. Normally he wouldn’t even consider doing such a thing. Yet here he was, gathering his courage to trespass on someone’s property. What if he was caught? Mr. Liddell had already soundly rejected him when he’d tried to see Alice properly, by knocking on the front door and asking for her. He’d be livid if he found Victor had gone to see her anyway. And his parents would be horrified – not only by the act, but by who he was going to see. They didn’t approve of Alice at all – he’d be severely punished for this. Wouldn’t it be smarter to just cut his losses and go home?
Then he remembered the dance floor, and seeing a pair of emerald green eyes gazing at him through a blue mask. Playful, dangerous – alluring. He’d never seen eyes quite like that before, and when he had. . . .
He stiffened his spine, new resolve coursing through him. Propriety be damned – he was going to see Alice again. He examined the fence carefully. The bars were set too close for even his skinny body to slip through. It was up and over, then. Grateful that years of evading bullies had given him excellent climbing skills, Victor scaled the fence. He very cautiously hoisted himself over the points of the spikes, then dropped onto the other side.
Or, at least, he tried to. Instead of dropping onto the lawn, like he’d expected, he found himself dangling awkwardly a few inches over it. A glance behind him confirmed the obvious – he’d somehow managed to hook his suit jacket over one of the spikes. He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. Only him. . . .
He wriggled for a moment, trying to get loose. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite find the leverage he needed to free himself. “Oh, perfect,” he mumbled, frustrated. “I should have know this would happen.”
“Victor?”
Victor’s head jerked up. Standing on the balcony overlooking the back yard was Alice. Victor felt his stomach do a flip-flop as he looked at her. She was so beautiful, standing there surrounded by ivy and wisteria, clad in a cheery yellow dress. And here he was, looking like an absolute fool in front of her. “Hello,” he said weakly, trying to smile.
Alice stared at him for a moment. “I – take it you’re stuck,” she said, looking both puzzled and amused.
Victor nodded, blushing. “I was trying to come and say hello, and – well. . . .” He shrugged as best he could.
“I’ll give you a hand,” Alice said, climbing over the railing. A particularly thick stem of wisteria snaked its way up the wall by the balcony on the left – Alice used it as a ladder. She made it to the ground in just a minute and jogged over to Victor. “How did you manage that, anyway?” she added.
“It just happens,” Victor said, voice resigned. “If you’d be so kind to – I hate to be a bother, but--”
“You’re missing the most obvious solution,” Alice interrupted, smirking.
“Pardon?”
To his shock, Alice started undoing the buttons on his jacket. “Take this off, of course. You can get it back once you’re on the ground.”
“But – but--” Victor stammered, feeling his entire head go bright pink, “I – I c-can’t call on y-you in just my s-s-shirtsleeves! It’s n-not proper!”
“And climbing over fences is?”
She had him there. Victor blushed harder as she finished opening his jacket and stepped back. Hesitating just a moment, he slid out of it and eased himself onto the ground. He promptly turned and retrieved it from the spike, not looking Alice in the eye. “I am sorry,” he mumbled, putting it back on. “I never meant – do forgive me.”
Alice grinned. “I’m sure you say that to every girl whose fence you jump,” she teased him.
“You’re the first girl I’ve done this for!” Victor protested. Then, fidgeting, he added, “You’re the only girl I’d do this for.”
Alice looked astonished. “Really?”
“Really,” Victor nodded, smiling despite his nerves.
Alice smiled back. Then she grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a warm, sweet kiss. As their lips met, Victor felt his worries and fears melt away. He didn’t care anymore if they were caught or not. Whatever might happen, it was worth it all for these stolen kisses.
-TTV: Hoping fences, shimmying up balconies, getting abducted to the Land of the Dead -- am I incapable of properly calling on a girl?-
. . . Yes. Yes you are.
-TTV: -.- As long as we've got that settled. . . .-
*giggle* Anyway, this is a fic related to that "Cinder-Marty" Victor/Alice sequel I'm currently writing, "Love Will Find a Way." The basic premise is, Victor and Alice meet at that same ball Marty attends and loses his shoe at. They fall pretty much in love at first sight, but Victor's parents and Alice's aunt and uncle don't like each other and are trying to push the kids into other relationships -- Victor into one with either (a living) Emily or Victoria, Alice into one with hat-maker Richard Dodgson (I'm sure you can guess what Wonderland character he's supposed to be). So, basically, Victor and Alice have to see each other on the sly. Victor getting stuck on the fence seemed like the obvious thing to happen.
-D: Very obvious, yes.-
-TTV: I'd say I'm not that clumsy, but we all know I'd be lying.-
If it makes you feel better, Simon over in the Inkwell's a pretty good klutz himself.
-M: Uh -- yeah, I don't know I like hearing that the guy with the flamethrower, chainsaw, and shotgun is klutzy. . . .-
He's either klutzy or badass -- the two, fortunately, don't mix.
Aaand more tags have arrived. Off to answer them.
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Date: 2009-04-14 03:28 am (UTC)Hell of a ride.
I'd almost say she's flirting with him there. And this is not the first time of it either.
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:38 am (UTC)Though that was pretty much the perfect straight line. XD Oh Doc.
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:13 am (UTC)And Doc's no way like Ratchet.
*whistles* Blaming Ratchet's sterling influence, here regardless. Yeah.
It was the perfect straight line. It had to be run with.
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Date: 2009-04-14 04:26 am (UTC)And I'll fix the story soon...hopefully. The curse of having 2 jobs...
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:39 am (UTC)I only have one, and that's exhausting enough most days. You take your time.