Me after watching that new sneak peak on Facebook….
You don’t understand. If we RP together, I want you to wake me up at 5am with ideas. I want to lose sleep over the fact that they’ve broken up, I want the manips, I want the chatzys, I want the broken heart and the tears. I want all of that. Its part of the experience of falling in love with RP, and its why I started the whole thing in the first place.
Just a couple of caps from the sneak peek! I get the feeling I’m going to be busy next week playing with all the pretty screencaps. At least once I get over all the angsty looks and puppy dog eyes.
*falls over ded*
OH GOD…THANK YOU.
As the bell announcing her entrance, he took a deep breath, before making his way from the backroom to the main room. Having expected her to have a more covering and practical uniform, the one she instead wore made him nearly choke on his breath. Though he suppose he shouldn’t be too surprised, Lacey, as her name apparently were, did seem to favor the type of clothes that put as much of her on display as possible. And though he didn’t care much for Lacey who was merely a distracting path towards doing wrong, she was still Belle…and it was the body he had often dreamt of being able to touch. So to see so much of that lovely, pale and smooth skin? It was agonizing.
"Ah, here already?" he asked to get her attention. "Well, I assume you’ve noticed what damage has happened here…someone thought it acceptable to break the window. Unfortunately, my skills as a pawnbroker and landowner won’t fix it…but I assume yours might be able to do just that, Mrs French…or is it Miss French, now?" he asked, not being able to hide the question he so desperately needed to ask.
Lacey had been giving the window another look-over while adjusting the tool belt cinching the waistline of her shorts when Mr. Gold appeared. She spun around, hands on her hips, and regarded him with raised brows. He had an elegant way of pointing out the obvious. The question made her grin.
"Ms. French for now. We’re not signing any divorce papers yet." It wasn’t exactly his business, so she left it at that. "Got a step ladder? I’ll need to take measurements." She had one in the van, but if Gold had one on hand they could hunt down, it would give her a chance to see more of his shop. The front part was cramped with merchandise that seemed to have been here for years. There were boats and bicycles hanging from the ceiling—it was a wonder Gold hadn’t suffered any damage from one falling down.