AU: FreakAngels/Trinity Crossover
Aug. 8th, 2011 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aeons_crackshotThere were yetis in Switzerland. At least, that was what the locals had been claiming. Annabelle and Connor have been here a few days, and there has been a decided lack of anything remotely related to yetis or similar creatures.
On the plus side, this gives them time to relax in the very nice digs one of Max's acquaintances keeps as a vacation house. Heated floors, Persian carpets, glass that lets light in but doesn't let you sunburn....
Annabelle is taking the opportunity to sunbathe in the sun room, sprawled out on the very expensive carpets without a care in the world. Yesterday, one of the famous local artists practically begged her to pose for him. She turned him down. (The fact that his work generally involved nude women was likely a major factor in that decision.)
An artist's eyes would linger on the blond curls and pale skin and their contrast with the vibrant carpets, his hands would paint the shadows and splashes of light scattered across her body, the way they suggest both soft curves and a warrior's musculature, his mind work feverishly to mix the proper colors to capture the soft skin of her thighs or the soft rose dotting the centers of her breasts.
She's entirely nude at the moment, and completely unconcerned about that fact. The sun feels very good on ALL her skin, after all.
But what will Connor make of that sight, we wonder?
On the plus side, this gives them time to relax in the very nice digs one of Max's acquaintances keeps as a vacation house. Heated floors, Persian carpets, glass that lets light in but doesn't let you sunburn....
Annabelle is taking the opportunity to sunbathe in the sun room, sprawled out on the very expensive carpets without a care in the world. Yesterday, one of the famous local artists practically begged her to pose for him. She turned him down. (The fact that his work generally involved nude women was likely a major factor in that decision.)
An artist's eyes would linger on the blond curls and pale skin and their contrast with the vibrant carpets, his hands would paint the shadows and splashes of light scattered across her body, the way they suggest both soft curves and a warrior's musculature, his mind work feverishly to mix the proper colors to capture the soft skin of her thighs or the soft rose dotting the centers of her breasts.
She's entirely nude at the moment, and completely unconcerned about that fact. The sun feels very good on ALL her skin, after all.
But what will Connor make of that sight, we wonder?
