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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist](CHR)

..No Script? No plan? Nephele almost had time to gulp her nervousness away before being taken for an EXPERIENCED adventurer...when in reality, this was her first job. Novella were the bulk of her romantic experience, and their thicker novel brethren typically were left only half finished before a new one caught interest. A slight tinge of red rose in her cheeks as she racked her brain trying to figure out just what role she played, the accomplishments of that role, the climax that lead to the falling action, and where the hell her queue cards were! 

It would take her a moment of fumbling to find words for the woman hugging her, raising a balled hand to her mouth and letting out a small cough as she cleared her throat, trying to get the "frog" out that seemed to be driving the butterflies in a frenzy. The pause perhaps lasted just a smidgen long before Nephele had an epiphany. She didn't need to know anything of the script or characters; Christine, right there was the method of improvisation. What kind of person would want to save her? A lover? A brother? A knight bound to guard her? For the sake of limiting the possibilities, Nephele raced to the conclusion that it was common for a noble to love a noble, so a noble lover she must be. 

Letting the flushness of her cheeks carry the presence of a worried lover, Nephele returned the hug in kind, one hand resting assuredly on Christine's back. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Christine my darling, the dress doesn't matter."[/b][/color] she said, her voice calm, with just a tinge of relief in it, as if she truly had feared for Christine's life. [color=A9A9A9][b]"All that matters it that you're safe, dress be damned. I'd see ten thousand dresses torn and burnt before I see a bruise upon you,"[/b][/color] a hand, bladed and hard gently touched at Christine's cheek, delicately cupping her cheek as if her beauty were priceless and fragile as snow and glass. Nephele's face was radiant, as she seemed to fully adopt the role she was forced into, seeming like an almost convincing princess charming. In the back of her mind, she hoped Maria would show up soon so she wouldn't be alone in such acting...although, maybe for her own sake, she also didn't want Maria to see her ham it up so much. Gulping once, Nephele went in for the kill, puckering her lips up slightly before a soft smack was heard, her lips falling on Christine's right cheek. [color=A9A9A9][b]"...Err...I am supposed to be romantic, correct? Terribly sorry, I've never kissed...well...anybody, being honest."[/b][/color]

Now suddenly feeling very inadequate at acting and romance, Nephele hung her head. [color=A9A9A9][b]"...My sincerest apologies."[/b][/color]