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crossover_chick) wrote2009-06-01 10:24 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2009-06-01 10:24 pm
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Mondays suck. The end.
-TD: Need me to deathray some customers?-
Heh. Nah, I'm okay -- I watched some Nostalgia Critic and listened to some Tom Lehrer, so I'm all right. Just a little worn out. (And my left leg hurts for no discernable reason.) I'm also annoyed that's it the first of JUNE, and it's CHILLY.
-M: I know, WTF?! My birthday's in a week! Isn't it supposed to be warm by then?!-
-D: There's still time, kid.-
Yeah, and I don't care what the weather's like on your and Victor's birthday, I'm getting my ice cream. Maybe I'll give Coldstone another go, I think they have a birthday cake thingamabob.
Lists are coming along, though I've run into a slight roadblock with Victor.
-TTV: Pardon?-
Just trying to decide whether the King of Hearts counts as an alternate or not.
-TTV: NO. NEVER.-
. . . Okay then.
-HD: :( Did you really have to do that to him?-
He gets better! I swear to God!
Anyway, why don't we have a Victor/Alice fic before I head to bed?
11. Gardenia – Golden Afternoon
Victor spread out the blanket, watching Alice as she conversed with the flowers growing nearby. Butterflies flitted about in his stomach. This was hardly the first picnic they’d had in the Red Queen’s garden, but it was going to be the most important. Today, he was finally going to ask the big question. He closed his eyes and made himself take a deep breath. Do not be nervous, he told himself firmly. When you get nervous, things go wrong. You cannot afford for anything to go wrong. Not today. Stay calm. He opened his eyes and looked at her again, auburn hair shining in the sunlight, her dress hugging her waist in just the right way. . . . Forget calm, just focus on not forgetting to breathe.
Alice finally returned from her chat, and together they set out the food. They sat down on the blanket, nibbling on their sandwiches and cuddling close. Victor found himself shifting position every so often. He couldn’t help himself – the box in his pocket kept poking at him, reminding him of the purpose of this trip. Oh, God – what if she says no? What if she doesn’t want what I want? What if I don’t even have the courage to ask her? Fine thing that would be – risking everything for her before, only to freeze up on a simple question! Only it’s not so simple, is it? Oh dear, I’m going to mess this up. . . .
Alice looked up at him with a frown. “Victor, are you all right?” she asked. “You seem twitchy.” Then, with a small, playful smile, she added, “Twitchier than usual, I mean.”
Victor smiled back briefly, then took another deep breath, trying desperately to steady his nerves. Here goes. . . . “Actually, Alice, I w-wanted to a-ask you something,” he said, turning so he was facing her.
Alice tilted her head curiously. “Oh? Ask away, then.”
Victor opened his mouth to speak – then stopped. He’d rehearsed this moment in his head thousands of times. He’d come up with all sorts of fancy speeches to try and express what was in his heart. But now, looking into Alice’s brilliant green eyes, he couldn’t remember a word. “I – I – I--” he stammered, trying frantically to rally.
“Yes?” Alice prompted.
“I – well – w-we get along f-fine together, or s-so I t-think, and – and I have a q-question of g-great importance for you. A-and I h-hope you w-won’t think me too f-forward or s-silly – I s-simply have to – to--”
“Just spit it out, silly boy!” called a daisy from the flower bed. The other flowers chorused agreement, nodding their petals at him and catcalling.
Victor shot them a look, then closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m just making a fool of myself. . . .”
Alice reached out and gently tilted his face upwards. “Victor, please don’t be so nervous,” she said softly. “Just ask me what you need to.”
Victor opened his eyes and looked at her. Seeing her smiling at him, warm and gentle and just faintly puzzled, he threw caution to the wind. “Alice, I love you,” he said simply, pulling the box from his pocket and popping it open to reveal the ring. “Will you marry me?”
He took Alice tackling him to the ground and snogging him hard as a “yes.”
-VD2: Still reading up on Victorian weddings, I take it?-
Heh, yeah. It took me a bit to decide what this prompt was gonna be -- I knew I was going to set it in the garden of living flowers, but I had to think for a while to come up with the proposal scene. Victor and Alice seem to go on picnics a lot in my head.
-J2: Hey, picnics are fun!-
Not saying they aren't! Anyway, the story came together pretty quickly once I thought of it -- the TITLE, however. . . . This went titleless for a long time. I just couldn't think of what to call it. Then, finally, I remembered the Disney Alice and the song "Golden Afternoon," and realized it was pretty much a perfect fit.
-VJ: *sigh* It's very romantic.-
-VuM: *jokingly* Somebody go complain to Rift!Victor his fictional self is raising the bar for all of us.-
*snork* I really gotta get him to run into her in the Nexus at some point, so they can have in-game romancey stuff.
And now, to possibly make some last-minute posts but more likely to just dick around on the net until sleepytime comes.
-DW: One of these days -- one of these days we're going to figure out how to disable the internet until you do what you're supposed to.-
Aha, but --
-TD: We'll make sure to take out Spider Solitaire as well.-
Ah nuts.
-TD: Need me to deathray some customers?-
Heh. Nah, I'm okay -- I watched some Nostalgia Critic and listened to some Tom Lehrer, so I'm all right. Just a little worn out. (And my left leg hurts for no discernable reason.) I'm also annoyed that's it the first of JUNE, and it's CHILLY.
-M: I know, WTF?! My birthday's in a week! Isn't it supposed to be warm by then?!-
-D: There's still time, kid.-
Yeah, and I don't care what the weather's like on your and Victor's birthday, I'm getting my ice cream. Maybe I'll give Coldstone another go, I think they have a birthday cake thingamabob.
Lists are coming along, though I've run into a slight roadblock with Victor.
-TTV: Pardon?-
Just trying to decide whether the King of Hearts counts as an alternate or not.
-TTV: NO. NEVER.-
. . . Okay then.
-HD: :( Did you really have to do that to him?-
He gets better! I swear to God!
Anyway, why don't we have a Victor/Alice fic before I head to bed?
11. Gardenia – Golden Afternoon
Victor spread out the blanket, watching Alice as she conversed with the flowers growing nearby. Butterflies flitted about in his stomach. This was hardly the first picnic they’d had in the Red Queen’s garden, but it was going to be the most important. Today, he was finally going to ask the big question. He closed his eyes and made himself take a deep breath. Do not be nervous, he told himself firmly. When you get nervous, things go wrong. You cannot afford for anything to go wrong. Not today. Stay calm. He opened his eyes and looked at her again, auburn hair shining in the sunlight, her dress hugging her waist in just the right way. . . . Forget calm, just focus on not forgetting to breathe.
Alice finally returned from her chat, and together they set out the food. They sat down on the blanket, nibbling on their sandwiches and cuddling close. Victor found himself shifting position every so often. He couldn’t help himself – the box in his pocket kept poking at him, reminding him of the purpose of this trip. Oh, God – what if she says no? What if she doesn’t want what I want? What if I don’t even have the courage to ask her? Fine thing that would be – risking everything for her before, only to freeze up on a simple question! Only it’s not so simple, is it? Oh dear, I’m going to mess this up. . . .
Alice looked up at him with a frown. “Victor, are you all right?” she asked. “You seem twitchy.” Then, with a small, playful smile, she added, “Twitchier than usual, I mean.”
Victor smiled back briefly, then took another deep breath, trying desperately to steady his nerves. Here goes. . . . “Actually, Alice, I w-wanted to a-ask you something,” he said, turning so he was facing her.
Alice tilted her head curiously. “Oh? Ask away, then.”
Victor opened his mouth to speak – then stopped. He’d rehearsed this moment in his head thousands of times. He’d come up with all sorts of fancy speeches to try and express what was in his heart. But now, looking into Alice’s brilliant green eyes, he couldn’t remember a word. “I – I – I--” he stammered, trying frantically to rally.
“Yes?” Alice prompted.
“I – well – w-we get along f-fine together, or s-so I t-think, and – and I have a q-question of g-great importance for you. A-and I h-hope you w-won’t think me too f-forward or s-silly – I s-simply have to – to--”
“Just spit it out, silly boy!” called a daisy from the flower bed. The other flowers chorused agreement, nodding their petals at him and catcalling.
Victor shot them a look, then closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m just making a fool of myself. . . .”
Alice reached out and gently tilted his face upwards. “Victor, please don’t be so nervous,” she said softly. “Just ask me what you need to.”
Victor opened his eyes and looked at her. Seeing her smiling at him, warm and gentle and just faintly puzzled, he threw caution to the wind. “Alice, I love you,” he said simply, pulling the box from his pocket and popping it open to reveal the ring. “Will you marry me?”
He took Alice tackling him to the ground and snogging him hard as a “yes.”
-VD2: Still reading up on Victorian weddings, I take it?-
Heh, yeah. It took me a bit to decide what this prompt was gonna be -- I knew I was going to set it in the garden of living flowers, but I had to think for a while to come up with the proposal scene. Victor and Alice seem to go on picnics a lot in my head.
-J2: Hey, picnics are fun!-
Not saying they aren't! Anyway, the story came together pretty quickly once I thought of it -- the TITLE, however. . . . This went titleless for a long time. I just couldn't think of what to call it. Then, finally, I remembered the Disney Alice and the song "Golden Afternoon," and realized it was pretty much a perfect fit.
-VJ: *sigh* It's very romantic.-
-VuM: *jokingly* Somebody go complain to Rift!Victor his fictional self is raising the bar for all of us.-
*snork* I really gotta get him to run into her in the Nexus at some point, so they can have in-game romancey stuff.
And now, to possibly make some last-minute posts but more likely to just dick around on the net until sleepytime comes.
-DW: One of these days -- one of these days we're going to figure out how to disable the internet until you do what you're supposed to.-
Aha, but --
-TD: We'll make sure to take out Spider Solitaire as well.-
Ah nuts.