She was carefree like a child, unfailingly charming, always hovering just beyond the line his courage could not cross.
Often he seemed to be stooping under the weight of his riches and pedigree, he was young and handsome, and silent and solid.
This one day she floats into the large foyer of his mansion, following her babbling brook of a laughter, and almost runs into him.
Feigning hurt she blurts out, "you almost killed me mister, we're not even married yet." She smiles almost teasingly, perhaps actually teasing.
Just then the world went silent after the ear-splitting crash that a chandelier makes when crushing a young man, silent and solid. She looked at him, deadpan, dying, and sparkling and shiny.
(This is posted for 3WW. Prompts - carefree, deadpan, ear-splitting)
Often he seemed to be stooping under the weight of his riches and pedigree, he was young and handsome, and silent and solid.
This one day she floats into the large foyer of his mansion, following her babbling brook of a laughter, and almost runs into him.
Feigning hurt she blurts out, "you almost killed me mister, we're not even married yet." She smiles almost teasingly, perhaps actually teasing.
Just then the world went silent after the ear-splitting crash that a chandelier makes when crushing a young man, silent and solid. She looked at him, deadpan, dying, and sparkling and shiny.
(This is posted for 3WW. Prompts - carefree, deadpan, ear-splitting)
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