There's a moment - merely a brief, flickering sort of moment where her breath catches unpleasantly - before the glitter fades abruptly from her skin, from the edges of his coat, and her back straightens.
"Hardly," she bites out, extracting herself neatly and resisting the urge to scramble backward as quickly as she can manage. "I am not all that sweet on you, Prince Charming."
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:25 am (UTC)"Hardly," she bites out, extracting herself neatly and resisting the urge to scramble backward as quickly as she can manage. "I am not all that sweet on you, Prince Charming."