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Post by Raziel on Apr 8, 2008 13:00:35 GMT -5
*Both arms were around her now, to stop her from falling to the floor. Anybody coming in and seeing them would have quite likely gotten the wrong idea about the situation.*
"You should sit down, take it easy."
*It was distracting, her being in his arms. She was so close, and so warm...
Rather than leading her back to the chair, he just stood there, holding her*
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Post by Cry Baby on Apr 8, 2008 13:16:55 GMT -5
*Both arms were around her now, to stop her from falling to the floor. Anybody coming in and seeing them would have quite likely gotten the wrong idea about the situation.* ((So, so tempted.))
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Post by Brandi on Apr 11, 2008 7:09:26 GMT -5
((Dude. I get that...but damn. Isn't there enough angst already? ZOMG I really just said that. And we're pretty ahead of this scene timeline-wise in other scenes.))
*Brandi wobbled for a moment, then froze. Something was weird. Off. And with the touching. And the 'him smelling nice'. She pressed her eyes shut, trying to force the unbidden thoughts away. Finally her voice escaped in a small whisper.*
"Raziel?"
*She paused, a quiet that betrayed a thought that she wasn't willing to speak.*
"I think I might need to lay down."
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Post by Raziel on Apr 11, 2008 14:44:15 GMT -5
((Oh my...yeah, probably too much angst))
*He didn't miss the pause, but didn't think on it too much. She wasn't sounding too good*
"Can you walk? Or should I carry you?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 14:51:47 GMT -5
((lightweights))
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Post by Brandi on Apr 11, 2008 19:00:45 GMT -5
((RL!Brandi so is. Like...a lot. Three or four shots of rum? I'm giving myself the benefit of a doubt on this one.))
*Brandi shook her head and immediately regretted it.*
"I...I'm fine. Just..."
*Her knees wobbled again, but she caught herself on the counter. And his arm.*
"I...I can walk."
Probably. I think.
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Post by Raziel on Apr 11, 2008 19:16:31 GMT -5
*He held her steady, helping her keep balance*
"Love, I think it'd be best if I carried you."
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Post by Brandi on Apr 11, 2008 19:22:16 GMT -5
Don't call me that. It makes me all...tingly.
*The color left her face at the realization and she collapsed against him. Her fingers grabbed at fabric, trying to right herself, but she was rapidly feeling sicker. And not just from the booze.*
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Post by Raziel on Apr 11, 2008 19:34:44 GMT -5
"That's it, you're being carried."
*Scooping her up in his arms, he headed out of the kitchen, turning to the stairs.*
"Should've kept an eye on you and not let it have gotten this far..." He muttered.
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Post by Brandi on Apr 12, 2008 7:37:21 GMT -5
*She loved being carried. It was a weakness. And at this particular moment, a pretty necessary one. She nuzzled groggily against his neck, eyes shut. She could smell him, the warmth of his skin, his hair. She giggled to herself, some half-thought a non seqitur that tickled her. She clumsily wrapped her arms around his neck.*
"Thanks." *She murmured against his skin.*
"What'cha...when 'ya...go?"
*Her body tightened a moment before going limp, sleep washing over her.*
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Post by Raziel on Apr 12, 2008 16:54:35 GMT -5
*The nuzzling made him smile a bit as he carried her. The arms around his neck did, too, for that matter. Though it was also making it harder to ignore how wonderful she felt in his arms. When she suddenly fell asleep, he steadied his steps a bit more, so as not to jostle her and wake her up. He had a brief moment of difficulty in which he had to figure out how to open the door to her room while holding her still, but eventually he just gave up on it and willed the thing open and carried her in. He set her down gently on the bed, covering her with a couple of blankets. Brushing her hair from her face, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead* "I'll be 'round, in case you need me." He whispered. For a moment he just stood there, watching her sleep, before finally leaving the room and closing the door quietly. He would be around, in case she needed help, for the present or the future *
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Post by Brandi on May 11, 2008 6:57:41 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Brandi escorted Buffy and Spike inside. You know, she really had tried. She'd done her best to keep her characters away from each other and more importantly away from her. Apparently she just really sucked at it. She gave a polite smile back at them.*
"What can I get you?"
*She paused before giving a knowing shrug.*
"Is there anything that you've been missing since you came...to Paris?"
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 12, 2008 10:55:50 GMT -5
*Buffy glanced at Spike.*
"I assume you mean other than, say, my friends, my life, or my job."
*She looked around the kitchen, which looked more or less as it should, only... Did they have refrigerators like that? It was hard to say; in Buffy's world, life without one was unthinkable.*
"Lucky Charms," *she said suddenly, frowning at the words and the shame of that being her first thought.*
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Post by Brandi on May 13, 2008 7:26:35 GMT -5
*Brandi gave a hint of a smile and nodded.*
"Now that, I get. Let me see what I've got."
*She turned and bent to search a cabinet, manifesting a box in the back before producing it and fetching a bowl, spoon and milk. No need to make herself look any more powerful than she actually was by manifesting them out in the open. She opened the milk but then she thought better and paused, looking to Buffy.*
"Or do you take them dry?"
*She liked them better that way most of the time.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 13, 2008 10:00:36 GMT -5
*Buffy stared at her silently for a moment before reflexively saying,* "Dry. What's going on here?"
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