A/N THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!! I love all my reviewers, if not for this
story, then for "Dreams End" I absolutely love to read them and am so
honoured. Zenin, thank you so much, I am so honoured that you think that!
On to my fic cause I got a sudden inspiration. If you're wondering what
Lianne's dress looks like it's kinda like what Nicole Kidman wear's in
"Moulin Rouge" When she dies, and her hair's like Nicole's at the Oscars.
Did anybody watch?
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Roger sat up in bed. He looked around his room, hoping, nay, praying that Lianne was there. Dejected he sat down in bed, tears streamed down his face. He didn't know how, but he loved Lianne. Really loved her. They had never spoken a word, but it was like they shared a bond. A bond, where he just loved her.
Roger looked out his window, a ray of morning light broke through, playing on his features, and the red silk canopy of his bed. It outlined the graceful curves of the satin sheets, showing his well-muscled body. Sighing he got up and prepared for a terrible day.
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All through breakfast Roger was moody, he stirred at his oatmeal, took one bight of his apple then gave it to Lumpy, the golden retriever of the Palace. He wandered aimlessly through the halls, looking in on classes, sighing and walking out. Finally over Lunch he looked up from stewing his vegetables around on his plate. He looked into the blue eyes of Lianne.
"May, may I sit here?" She asked quietly.
Roger stood and bowed.
"Of course, please milady sit. This honours me."
Lianne sat gracefully pulling her skirts out from around her she settled gracefully at the table. She looked up at Roger, big blue eyes looking at him. Her pink lips spelled words out to him slowly. O! To kiss those lips! Those pink rosy lips that were..
"Roger? Are you okay? You're just standing there and, drooling slightly."
Roger blushed and sat down next to her. She was splendid in a cream coloured muslin dress. Her hair was tied in a knot at the back of her head. Roger studied her profile intently, taking in every detail. She was so pale, he said to himself thoughtfully.
"Roger!" Lianne screeched. "You're spooning your vegetables onto your tunic!"
Roger looked. He had been so preoccupied with Lianne he hadn't noticed that his vegetables had fallen onto his tunic. He must have been an amazing sight, sitting there, staring at her while vegetables were dripping on his tunic.
Roger stood up quickly, almost upsetting the table. He stumbled around aimlessly. Muttering curses and bumbling apologies.
He quickly ran to his room and closed the door behind him. He stripped out of his tunic and grabbed a clean one. He was halfway through putting it one when there was a knock at the door.
"Roger? It's Lianne, are you alright?"
"Um, um, just a minute! Just a minute!"
He ran around the room, straightening the covers, hiding dirty clothes and stuffing scrolls in places.
"Come in!" He said a little high pitched then again, all manly. "Come in!"
Lianne opened the door, worry etched in her face, she leaned on the door frame.
"Are you alright?" She asked carefully. He didn't know what made her feel the way she did towards him. Roger nodded and took a seat, motioning Lianne to do the same. She smiled and gratefully accepted it. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, while the two just sat and strummed their fingers.
"So.." Roger said quietly. "I'm sorry about the whole drooling thing."
Lianne smiled, she didn't mind, she had hoped for this reaction. There was something about Roger, that she just loved. Sure Roald was nice, but Roger was different. He was like a new horse, for taming, that you just need to learn.
Roger seemed to sense her being uncomfortable. He nodded to a glass of water.
"Help yourself, that water's for company. Which you are. Yes, um, company." He ended lamely.
Lianne poured herself a glass. She took a small sip and swirled the ice around in the glass. She heard a call down the hall, it was Roald.
Roger watched as Lianne visibly seemed to slump, hearing Roald's voice. Lianne said her thanks and as she was leaving Roger grabbed her hand, he pulled her near, he hesitated a split second, but his mouth was on hers, for real this time. He was surprised to feel her kissing back.
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A/N Well? What do you think? Review please. I know it's romantic but, it's all going to add up in the end.
Sorry it's short, I'm so tired I had swimming and I feel like just sleeping. GHUGHGHGHGH! Stupid lengths!
Akaara
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Roger sat up in bed. He looked around his room, hoping, nay, praying that Lianne was there. Dejected he sat down in bed, tears streamed down his face. He didn't know how, but he loved Lianne. Really loved her. They had never spoken a word, but it was like they shared a bond. A bond, where he just loved her.
Roger looked out his window, a ray of morning light broke through, playing on his features, and the red silk canopy of his bed. It outlined the graceful curves of the satin sheets, showing his well-muscled body. Sighing he got up and prepared for a terrible day.
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All through breakfast Roger was moody, he stirred at his oatmeal, took one bight of his apple then gave it to Lumpy, the golden retriever of the Palace. He wandered aimlessly through the halls, looking in on classes, sighing and walking out. Finally over Lunch he looked up from stewing his vegetables around on his plate. He looked into the blue eyes of Lianne.
"May, may I sit here?" She asked quietly.
Roger stood and bowed.
"Of course, please milady sit. This honours me."
Lianne sat gracefully pulling her skirts out from around her she settled gracefully at the table. She looked up at Roger, big blue eyes looking at him. Her pink lips spelled words out to him slowly. O! To kiss those lips! Those pink rosy lips that were..
"Roger? Are you okay? You're just standing there and, drooling slightly."
Roger blushed and sat down next to her. She was splendid in a cream coloured muslin dress. Her hair was tied in a knot at the back of her head. Roger studied her profile intently, taking in every detail. She was so pale, he said to himself thoughtfully.
"Roger!" Lianne screeched. "You're spooning your vegetables onto your tunic!"
Roger looked. He had been so preoccupied with Lianne he hadn't noticed that his vegetables had fallen onto his tunic. He must have been an amazing sight, sitting there, staring at her while vegetables were dripping on his tunic.
Roger stood up quickly, almost upsetting the table. He stumbled around aimlessly. Muttering curses and bumbling apologies.
He quickly ran to his room and closed the door behind him. He stripped out of his tunic and grabbed a clean one. He was halfway through putting it one when there was a knock at the door.
"Roger? It's Lianne, are you alright?"
"Um, um, just a minute! Just a minute!"
He ran around the room, straightening the covers, hiding dirty clothes and stuffing scrolls in places.
"Come in!" He said a little high pitched then again, all manly. "Come in!"
Lianne opened the door, worry etched in her face, she leaned on the door frame.
"Are you alright?" She asked carefully. He didn't know what made her feel the way she did towards him. Roger nodded and took a seat, motioning Lianne to do the same. She smiled and gratefully accepted it. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, while the two just sat and strummed their fingers.
"So.." Roger said quietly. "I'm sorry about the whole drooling thing."
Lianne smiled, she didn't mind, she had hoped for this reaction. There was something about Roger, that she just loved. Sure Roald was nice, but Roger was different. He was like a new horse, for taming, that you just need to learn.
Roger seemed to sense her being uncomfortable. He nodded to a glass of water.
"Help yourself, that water's for company. Which you are. Yes, um, company." He ended lamely.
Lianne poured herself a glass. She took a small sip and swirled the ice around in the glass. She heard a call down the hall, it was Roald.
Roger watched as Lianne visibly seemed to slump, hearing Roald's voice. Lianne said her thanks and as she was leaving Roger grabbed her hand, he pulled her near, he hesitated a split second, but his mouth was on hers, for real this time. He was surprised to feel her kissing back.
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A/N Well? What do you think? Review please. I know it's romantic but, it's all going to add up in the end.
Sorry it's short, I'm so tired I had swimming and I feel like just sleeping. GHUGHGHGHGH! Stupid lengths!
Akaara