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dorksidefikerTitle: Miranda
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Table/Prompt: Table 5/11. Woman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 186
Summary: She reminds him of a heroine from a gothic novel.
Arystar Krory found himself thinking that Miranda Lotto reminded him of the heroines that often appeared in the more lurid stories he had found in his grandfather’s library. She looked like she would have been perfectly at home drifting around a graveyard clad in a translucent nightgown, wailing like a lost soul. She could drape herself on a conveniently placed crypt, moonlight shining through-
Krory shook his head, trying to dislodge the image of his fellow Exorcist in next to nothing. Especially when she was right there, laughing with Lenalee. They were such good friends, those girls.
When thought of Miranda in the white see through nightdress returned, they came back towing Lenalee along, clad in something equally flimsy and see through, both tucked into a canopy bed clinging to each other for warmth. It was a very distracting image.
“Kro-chan, you’re staring,” Lavi teased, nudging him with an elbow.
“I was not!” he protested quickly, nearly choking on his food.
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Table/Prompt: Table 5/11. Woman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 186
Summary: She reminds him of a heroine from a gothic novel.
Arystar Krory found himself thinking that Miranda Lotto reminded him of the heroines that often appeared in the more lurid stories he had found in his grandfather’s library. She looked like she would have been perfectly at home drifting around a graveyard clad in a translucent nightgown, wailing like a lost soul. She could drape herself on a conveniently placed crypt, moonlight shining through-
Krory shook his head, trying to dislodge the image of his fellow Exorcist in next to nothing. Especially when she was right there, laughing with Lenalee. They were such good friends, those girls.
When thought of Miranda in the white see through nightdress returned, they came back towing Lenalee along, clad in something equally flimsy and see through, both tucked into a canopy bed clinging to each other for warmth. It was a very distracting image.
“Kro-chan, you’re staring,” Lavi teased, nudging him with an elbow.
“I was not!” he protested quickly, nearly choking on his food.