ZOMG, post indeed :Dsheila_nagigJune 26 2006, 20:30:30 UTC
And there's a Sheila, heading down the stairs, whistling; dressed for the summer in a short, low-cut green dress ruined by a pair of cut-off denims that end at the knee, an alice band in her hair and flip-flops on her feet.
She makes it to the bottom of the stairs, and leans into the door.
Re: ZOMG, post indeed :Dforge_fireJune 26 2006, 20:31:58 UTC
The box is put down and she is snatched by a beaming forge god who kisses her happily before spinning around on his good leg and putting her down with only a brief grab at the wall. Then he nods to the box.
Re: ZOMG, post indeed :Dsheila_nagigJune 26 2006, 20:34:05 UTC
Ooh, kisses as welcomes. No complaints here: she kisses him back, grinning and holding onto him, even when he lets her go. She looks at the box even while having her arms around his waist.
"What's in the box?"
She doesn't expect him to answer, but hey. It's gotta be asked.
Re: ZOMG, post indeed :Dforge_fireJune 26 2006, 21:38:22 UTC
He just smiles and waits as the jewels of the necklace begin to light, the power moving between them almost too fast to see before sinking into her skin and flowing down her arms.
She makes it to the bottom of the stairs, and leans into the door.
"You busy?"
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"What's in the box?"
She doesn't expect him to answer, but hey. It's gotta be asked.
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Oh, he doesn't know, but it's for her.
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She picks it up, and gives Heph a Look.
"If I open this and it's not Godiva chocolate... I'll need to think up a thread for the end of that sentence I'd actually mean," she says with a grin.
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Possibly the first time since they've been together, Sheila's knocked utterly speechless.
Well, except for that, "Whoah."
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"If you please."
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It looks as good as he'd hoped.
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"It's beautiful; thank you."
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"Whaaaat?"
It doesn't sound in the least bit annoyed. Sounds... cute.
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"You know, it'll likely not... I've not done it purposely in a while."
But she goes, kneeling in front of the little flower, talking to it in a litany of Gaelic, fingertips sinking into the soil to the beds of the nails.
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