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randomplaces2006-07-17 05:30 pm
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World Outside Time: Jubilee four days later
Jubee slowly made her way down the hall in the bright yellow ball gown that Anmut had put in her closet. She smiled at herself in a mirror, her hair was pulled back into a small bun that she'd made, she felt almost like a princess, except the fact that she was limping and leaning heavily on the wall, moving stiffly and occasionally tripping and whimpering.
And now she was lost, though in a good way. It was cool, just like a fairy princess' castle, full of lots of cheerful, bright little things. the furniture even talked and moved, nd took care of her when Anmut had to leave. She'd had to convince the wardrobe to let her in to get the dress, by saying she'd just leave anyway but she didn't want to walk around in her sleeping gown.
The paths and halls were winding and there were tons of them, and she was compeltey turned around, and had wanted to be back before Anmut had found out she'd snuck out when she was supposed to be in bed.
On the front of her dress clung Steve, who was more or less sleeping, just hanging like a brouch from her front.
She suddenly came to a wide, stone hall that had less furniture but more paintings, and she smiled.
"Hello," she called, and her voice echoed down and then back at her, and she smiled again, limping down and feeling like she was loosing herself as well as her way. It was nice.
And now she was lost, though in a good way. It was cool, just like a fairy princess' castle, full of lots of cheerful, bright little things. the furniture even talked and moved, nd took care of her when Anmut had to leave. She'd had to convince the wardrobe to let her in to get the dress, by saying she'd just leave anyway but she didn't want to walk around in her sleeping gown.
The paths and halls were winding and there were tons of them, and she was compeltey turned around, and had wanted to be back before Anmut had found out she'd snuck out when she was supposed to be in bed.
On the front of her dress clung Steve, who was more or less sleeping, just hanging like a brouch from her front.
She suddenly came to a wide, stone hall that had less furniture but more paintings, and she smiled.
"Hello," she called, and her voice echoed down and then back at her, and she smiled again, limping down and feeling like she was loosing herself as well as her way. It was nice.
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"Shh, lass." Sir James set a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Dinnae strain yerself."
Anmut's eyes went wide and her grip on Jubilee tightened just slightly. The teen could hear her friend's heart start to race before she gave a little sigh and went limp.
"Anmut!" Sir James growled with concern.
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"You dolt. She flipped because she just realized that you just realized that you cared about her. And she'd still getting over the almost-died thing herself," she said matter-of-factly.
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The metal man stepped forward and carefully lifted Jubilee, then turned toward the door, and the last thing that she saw as she looked back was Sir James trying to figure out what to do about Anmut's wings so that he could lift her and follow the armor.