| Well, they're set for the crystal anniversary (Fluff, 10) |
[25 Jan 2012|01:14pm] |
Vegas
"Ms. Collins?" a voiced asked. "They're ready for you. Not getting cold feet now, are you?"
...What?
Heather's memory of the last... she wasn't sure how long... was oddly blank. She could hear the faitn strains of synthesized music coming from the other side fo the wooden double doors in front of her, saw that she held flowers in her hands, and...
Appeared to be wearing a wedding dress.
Again... what?
She felt a gentle push, pushing her through the doors into what was definitely a Vegas wedding chappel.
"Oh boy..."
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| Is this real life, is this just fantasy? (meme prompt 5, scene 20) |
[25 Jan 2012|02:02pm] |
Since becoming a host for an aspect of the Predator entity, Heather had certainly noticed that she'd begun to take more of an interest in the love lives of others (along with developing a frightening love for romantic comedies), along with becoming increasingly sensative to the love-related desires of those around here.
Yes, she was aware of much more than she really wanted to know, but she was aware of her own desires and fantasies least of all...
She had, somehow, gotten Harry to watch one of the rom-coms with her, and both were on opposite ends of the couch in the New Guardians' living room.
"Thanks, again, for keeping me company," she told him. She might have edged just a little bit closer.
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