[for the lady]

Aug 15, 2008 13:56

Mornings were early were Marian and Silence, after the wedding as they had been before. They had the horses and a falcon to care for, and as of recently two pot-bellied pigs as well. It did not mean that Marian liked getting out of bed, especially now. The sun drifting through cracks between the slats, she turned, her hand sliding up Silence's ( Read more... )

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roughforkisses August 15 2008, 04:32:21 UTC
There was a bloke once, with an awful haircut and a massive forehead who said something about a rose by any other name smelling as sweet.

She believes he was onto something there. What that was, she's never been a fan of getting into the details of. Still that doesn't change that being woken up and called husband strikes something in her.

"Huh, that's a new one."

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rebellious_lady August 15 2008, 04:49:01 UTC
The words are not ones Silence would use, but it is early, and it takes a moment for that to register with Marian, her fingers trailing over skin to tug at the bindings he wears. Only after a moment does she stop, freezing in place, her mouth an inch from his skin. "Silence?"

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roughforkisses August 15 2008, 09:14:04 UTC
A mental checklist is running through her head. It is mostly trivial and going through things like 'two feet: check', 'human: check', 'breathing: check', and so on and so forth.

It's very long, but when done quickly it's finished fast. She's still calm about the entire thing. The face people have been meeting her in for the past year or so has only just been that: her body for the past year or so. Accidents happen.

She shakes head. "I'm afraid not, darling. The name is Laura Harding."

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rebellious_lady August 15 2008, 10:01:00 UTC
Laura Harding. It was not a name that Marian knew, pulling away slowly as a sense of panic crept into her. This has happened recently, and still she was unprepared for it. Perhaps it was because it happened lately that she was so unprepared.

Sitting, she crossed her arms over her chest, unsure of how to broach the topic that needed to be discussed. "I do not know if we have met," she marvelled at how odd it was to say such to one's spouse, "but I am Marian, and you are in the body of my husband, Silence."

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