Send (///д///) for my character’s reaction to yours tripping, knocking mine over and landing atop them in a rather risque-like way.

              Winter. How she absolutely longed for it. The frosty patterns over the landscape, the warm fires to curl up by- even the flux of patients to the hospital she could stand. But all those refreshing thoughts of winter were far from her finger tips. Instead of the winter wonder land she longed for, Angelina Durless was practically melted against the pillar that held her weight. The wealth of lace at her throat tightening against few breaths her corset allowed. It was just too bloody hot— even for her!

Two large double doors opening to the balcony welcomed a breeze— but it certainly hadn’t made it inside! The air continued to hang heavily, and stale. The scorching heat of the afternoon had not vanished with the setting sun— and Angelina was positive that it had somehow gotten even warmer. She couldn’t take it. The lady excused herself, not paying attention to the response as her frame fled for the balcony as if it might house salvation from the smothering heart. She absolutely refused to pass out, and her dignity was worth the rude escape.

                                    There was a breeze! Salvation was found.

Anne’s weight leaned itself up against the cool stone of the railing, and scarlet eyes lulling as she gazed blindly into the garden. She fought off the light headedness with a few steady breaths. The woman hadn’t even realised she had dropped her fan in her journey.

A voice would startle her, and the lady turned to address her unexpected company with a weak smile.

             At least, that had been the plan.

                                    It certainly didn’t end as expected.

Rather it was her discarded fan, or a few too many drinks? Fate had so much more in store for her this evening.

All she witnessed was a familiar blur of blue strands before a sudden weight was slamming into her and knocking her back against the railings. She lost the breath she had fought to keep earlier, and delicate fingers clenched around her poor companion’s forearms.

Anne was only vaguely aware of the crushing weight and the inability to breath, she was much more focused on Vincent hauling his face out of her cleavage and looking down upon her as if he had never seen her before. Yes, she did have breasts. Rather nice ones, too, if she did say so. He certainly looked adorable when he was flustered. Oh. Maybe she had had too much to drink.

She was probably blushing as well, if the truth was known.

”…you know, all you had to do was ask, Vincent.“ Anne’s voice purred out in a rich velvet. Yep. Definitely to much to drink.