Ah... I couldn't resist, even though I know these two have close to no
interactions throughout the entire movie, I felt they were meant for each
other. Yeah, I know... I'm beyond crazy and beyond help. Gustave and
Marguerite seem made for each other. Again, I know. Just a bit of a
stretch, ne? I don't know when this would happen, or how... but just deal
with it. ^-^
Disclaimer: I don't own Ever After, or the characters Marguerite and Gustave. Thank you, that is all, you can call off your damn lawyers. Just kidding... heh heh... Right. *runs off* ^^6
My Green-Eyed Servant Boy
- = -
His arm is still around my waist, just as it had been when we went to sleep.
His face is pressed against my shoulder, his hair tickling my skin.
His legs are slightly tangled with mine, hidden under the sheets and away from prying eyes.
His hand is holding mine, just like it had been as we fell asleep together.
He shifts, pushing my back against his chest and his arm tightens.
I smile as the sun peeks in through the window.
I turn around, kissing his ear.
He mumbles, trying to burrow into the blankets and sleep.
I giggle, and he smiles.
I love his smile, and I tell him so.
His simple reply is muffled by the pillow.
"G'morning Marguerite."
I kiss him and hug him around the waist.
"Good morning, my green eyed servant boy."
Disclaimer: I don't own Ever After, or the characters Marguerite and Gustave. Thank you, that is all, you can call off your damn lawyers. Just kidding... heh heh... Right. *runs off* ^^6
My Green-Eyed Servant Boy
- = -
His arm is still around my waist, just as it had been when we went to sleep.
His face is pressed against my shoulder, his hair tickling my skin.
His legs are slightly tangled with mine, hidden under the sheets and away from prying eyes.
His hand is holding mine, just like it had been as we fell asleep together.
He shifts, pushing my back against his chest and his arm tightens.
I smile as the sun peeks in through the window.
I turn around, kissing his ear.
He mumbles, trying to burrow into the blankets and sleep.
I giggle, and he smiles.
I love his smile, and I tell him so.
His simple reply is muffled by the pillow.
"G'morning Marguerite."
I kiss him and hug him around the waist.
"Good morning, my green eyed servant boy."