Early animation test of Anya/Anastasia from Anastasia (1997)
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The light that sat above the camera beckoned her in, silently, while in equal silence Marvin sat reading below the ground. A feeling came over him that someone was above, but he could not place why. Perhaps it was just one of those apprehensive nights.
Confident enough to take a deep breath and enter the exterior elevator, Olivia then descends to the bunker, hoping not to disturb him looking ragged, weak and pale in the face.
Sometime between midnight and three in the morning, she wasn’t sure quite when, Olivia arrived at the bunker, both too nervous and drowsy to even think of trying to burden Marvin any more than she had when she had returned last month. However, it was quite cold without a cloud in the sky, and, having walked… or, rather, maneuvered her way by memory to the bunker for a little under four miles, she wasn’t even near her physical limit, and, yet she felt like she were already hitting the wall. Oh, the joy of weak nerves, she thought, still pacing out of range of the exterior surveillance camera, muttering and taking deep breaths in an attempt to work up the courage to let herself inside.
He pushed the door open and eased the both of them onto his bed, sitting at first. He took her hand in his and dove in for another kiss. “I do hope I’m not being too forward,” he said as his other hand rested on her knee.
She gave a heated exhale, breaking away to slightly mutter, “No, I was needing the same thing,” she breathed, legs falling limply down to the sheets.
“Come with me, there’s something you and I must discuss, in my quarters.” Before taking her by the hand and leading her to his room, he kissed her with more than a little bit of forcefulness.
She let out a quick breath, hiding a bit of a grin at her elated excitement, “Alright,” she replied, following him with her own arms hugged around his upper arm.
As she stepped in, Marvin quickly took her into his arms and embraced her tightly. He looked her in the eyes. “Hello to you too, love.” The look on his face said a great deal, and not a lot of it was appropriate. “I’ve missed you.”
She, too, was feeling quite a bit restless, hugging him back with a warm smile, “I’ve missed you more,” she snickered.
A message lit up on Olivia’s cell phone.
[Text message from Marvin]
Olivia, I need you very badly. You know where to find my home. Get there now.
She doesn’t question it, however she was perhaps an hour away at the time. She still answered his summons and arrived at his door roughly an hour (give or take a few minutes) after receiving his message, “Hello?” she asked, taking a step inside.