Published: 14-Jan-2016
Edited:
Terror
Characters: Lisse, Frederick, Maribelle, Ricken
Setting: modern AU, amusement parks
Words: 292
The best part of this whole thing was that Maribelle wasn't the only one screaming her head off, Lisse thought rather vindictively; Frederick was too.
Even if it was a rather pathetic one.
He was barely even raising his voice, merely opening his mouth to say "ahh" with a bland look on his face.
On second thought, that was actually the worst part of this whole thing: Frederick wasn't reacting at all.
Lisse screamed more out of frustration as the ride they were on slammed into a sudden stop, causing Maribelle to shriek, grabbing hold of Ricken's white-knuckled hand out of fear. Frederick apparently noticed that, and copied Maribelle, reaching out to take hold of Lisse's hand.
For a moment, Lisse stared at the hand upon her own, and she looked up at him with a confused look on her face. She noticed only peripherally that they were slowly rising again, making their slow and ominous way up the highest peak of the ride.
"Are you alright, Miss Lisse?" He asked, ever polite and stiff with his words despite Lisse's strict orders for him to let loose and you know what? Just take your reaction cues from Maribelle and Ricken. (On a second thought, maybe that hadn't been the best thing to suggest.)
"I will be, eventually," Lisse huffed out, sending him a rather annoyed glance, "when you finally let yourself be yourself!"
"But my lady, I am tryi—hhrk!"
Frederick's words were cut off when they suddenly dropped, and Lisse watched with wide eyes as his skin paled and he actually opened his mouth to—shriek.
Loudly.
Right in her ear.
Lisse spent the rest of the ride unable to catch her breath, completely red and in stitches from having laughed the entire time.