Mary Anne Bell (
song_tra_bong) wrote2007-01-18 08:06 pm
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Mary Anne faces down her nemesis with weapon in hand, dressed for battle.
Her armor is paint-splattered jeans and a t-shirt, hair tied back under a bandana.
The weapon of choice? A paint roller loaded with what the hardware store called Eggshell White.
The nemesis? The third of four walls in the entryway.
She squares her shoulders and starts on the attack, humming to herself.
Her armor is paint-splattered jeans and a t-shirt, hair tied back under a bandana.
The weapon of choice? A paint roller loaded with what the hardware store called Eggshell White.
The nemesis? The third of four walls in the entryway.
She squares her shoulders and starts on the attack, humming to herself.
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He's panting.
"I did it!" he crows. "I defeated the bathroom!"
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"Congrats, lover."
She crosses over to him, giving him a victory kiss and a one-armed hug, doing her best not to run the paint roller down his back in the process. "Don't suppose you'd care to give me a hand in here?"
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"I have slayed the bathroom demon, and you have yet to pacify the entry hall?" Ruin shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "A fine warrior you are."
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"The entry hall is a considerably larger demon than the bathroom," she counters.
"But trust me, I will vanquish it."
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"I've given it a nudge forward once or twice. It'll survive," she says, then starts back on the wall.
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"You think so?"
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She pauses to get some more paint on her brush.
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"Just wait. You'll be barefoot and pregnant soon enough, demanding I go to some fast food joint to get you a taco covered in ranch dressing."
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"Barefoot, probably; pregnant, I'm putting off for another couple centuries. And if I ever start finding tacos with ranch dressing appealing, I probably have a head trauma, not a baby."
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"Some have said simply being with me, you probably have that already."
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She may be edging further into his painting territory.
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"I think it might be wise if we hired someone to do the upstairs, because, doll, you're a horrid painter."
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"I am not. Amature, maybe, but hardly horrid."
Her shoulder bumps against his. This is probably intentional.
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"I have seen Gorlim's kid paint better than this, and she's what? Not much older than a year?"
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"She must be a very talented child, then."
She nudges back. Harder.
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He kinds... stares... and her very white breasts.
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"You know, it's a good thing I don't care much about this shirt. Or...any of my shirts for that matter."
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His eyes glint dangerously as he lifts the roller.
"You know, I've always thought you'd look gorgeous all pale..."
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"You wouldn't..."
Even as she knows he would. She brandishes her own roller as a possible defense.
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"I would."
And he does.
He faints up, making it look like he's going for her face, but instead, he rolls across her stomach.
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"Should I just shred, stain and burn all my clothes now, or is piecemeal okay?"
Still, she can't keep the laughter out of her tone.
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"Well, I suppose we are out of the way enough...and there is a sunbathing balcony upstairs. But don't expect it every day."
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He pouts.
"But you're so sexy when your nekkid and struttin' around."
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She smacks his ass with the paint roller.
"Which is probably why I withhold it. Because you're cute when you pout."
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He twists around to see the damage to his jeans.
"You know you're replacing those, right?"
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She grins. "Sure thing. Just thought it was time to get some of my own back."
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He wields his paint roller with menace.
"How about we see how nice your hair looks in latex?"
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"Oooooh no, you don't. Clothes are one thing, but hair? Don't think so."
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His eyes glitter as he advances.
"I think you could use a change!"
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"You really think I'd look that good with white hair?"
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He grins.
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She holds out her paint roller, ready to deflect any attempts he might make.
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He lunges at her, roller raised for action.
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She yelps, dodging out of the way.
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"You are so cute when you run from me."
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"I'd hate to take away the thrill of the chase."
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He'd never admit he's seen The Last Unicorn...
...but he agrees with the sentiment.
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"Doesn't mean I won't at least try."