MEME

[alcesverdes]

The
Princess Tutu
Cute Meme


Friendship and/or romance, nothing over a PG rating!

All characters and all pairings allowed (het, slash, femmeslash), just keep it cute!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

It's impossible to write with her sitting across from him. Which is completely unfair because he has work to do that should have been ages ago and the ink's drying in his pen and the lighting is just right for reading - And her hair is a black halo around her face and her slender fingers are beckoning and she's beautiful like nothing else in the world -

Autor practically snaps his pen in half. Rue reads on, undisturbed that she's disturbing him, which really isn't fair in the slightest. He shuffles his papers around enough that she finally looks at him, dark eyebrows curved, and then pulls her book up so that it covers most of her face - That is, her lips, red and sweet like strawberries, and her ivory smooth cheeks, but not her shining, limpid eyes – No! Pools! No! Orbs! - which are shaded by her raven eyelashes -

Terrible! His metaphors and similes are terrible! Berries and birds are the best he can come up with? Autor jams his pen against his paper, scribbles out a few lines. It's his fault, of course, for insisting they go to the library. But how was he to know that she could distract him so much in the midst of his beloved books? No one, nothing at all, has been able to peel him away from the cool leather of the tomes, the sturdy desks, the whispering, rustling book pages.

But then there's Rue, a queen in her throne, merely inches away. He wants to write epics about her laughter, sonnets about the swan-like grace she possesses, odes to her long, strong legs, novels about her wit, an entire set of encyclopedias about the way she dances.

She quirks her eyebrows again - Arches of Indian ink on the smoothest parchment...

The nib of Autor's pen cracks and then snaps, and ink leaks across his paper. "Ah. My pen broke."

"Hm?" Rue peers over the top of her book, her fine wine eyes narrow. "What is it?" She leans forward, her long arm like the graceful neck of a swan, and plucks the pen from his ink-splattered fingers. "You'll have to get a new one, I suppose."

He gets lost again in the maze of her eyes, the swirl of her hair around her face. "I wasn't getting much done, anyway."

She slips his pen back into his hand, those dancing fingers press against his skin for a warm moment. "Is that so?"

"I'm suffering from purple prose."

"Well," she says, her fingers continuing their waltz up his arm. "I know the best way to cure that."


Autor

[haleysings.livejournal.com]

"I'm suffering from purple prose."

Hearing this line in my head spoken by Autor put a grin on my face. XD Brilliantly in character.

[(Anonymous)]

Damn - that /a should have been /i.