Post by greenie on Dec 26, 2009 23:24:09 GMT 10
Title: Stuck
Rating: G
Prompt: Holly
Summary: Little's decorating doesn't turn out so well.
Clary walked into her bedroom to find Little frowning into the mirror, Clary’s belt knife clutched in her small hand. In one quick movement, Clary had grabbed her wrist and taken the knife away with her other hand. “I’ve told you countless times you’re not to touch my knives,” she snapped.
Little burst into tears. “But I can’t get the prickly plant out of my hair!” she wailed.
Clary looked more closely – Little had holly tangled right through her long brown hair. She caught herself before she swore, and instead asked “How did you manage that?”
Little sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and Clary pulled out her handkerchief and began drying her face properly. “I put it in my hair to make me look all pretty and midwintery and it was easy to put in but when I try to get it out again it just scratches my head and my hands.” Her lower lip wobbled again as she showed Clary her scratch-covered hands.
“No more tears,” ordered Clary. “I’ve had much bigger scratches, and I didn’t cry.” An idea occurred to her, and she brushed the hair back from the side of her face. “See? I even had part of my ear cut off.”
Little stared, her eyes wide and her tears forgotten. “Didn’t you even cry then, Mama?”
“No.” Clary towed her over to the bed and sat down, standing Little between her knees. “Hold still.”
Little nodded. “I’m going to be brave just like you, Mama. But you still have to try and stop the sarden thing from scratching me.”
“Hey, no naughty words,” Clary told her, and then let out a string of them herself as the holly scratched her too. Little giggled. Clary sighed and squeezed her tighter between her knees as she held the knife up. “Now you really have to hold still,” she ordered. “Or you’ll end up missing part of an ear too.” Little gulped and froze, and Clary set to work.
A little while later, the last of the holly was out of Little’s hair and joining the pile on the floor. Little pointed to it all. “You don’t want it, do you?”
“No,” replied Clary.
“Good,” Little said, and she stomped on it with both feet. “It’s stupid.” Then she was off, skipping out the door and repeating all the swearwords that Clary had just said.
Clary shook her head. “I never caused this much trouble,” she muttered.
Rating: G
Prompt: Holly
Summary: Little's decorating doesn't turn out so well.
Clary walked into her bedroom to find Little frowning into the mirror, Clary’s belt knife clutched in her small hand. In one quick movement, Clary had grabbed her wrist and taken the knife away with her other hand. “I’ve told you countless times you’re not to touch my knives,” she snapped.
Little burst into tears. “But I can’t get the prickly plant out of my hair!” she wailed.
Clary looked more closely – Little had holly tangled right through her long brown hair. She caught herself before she swore, and instead asked “How did you manage that?”
Little sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and Clary pulled out her handkerchief and began drying her face properly. “I put it in my hair to make me look all pretty and midwintery and it was easy to put in but when I try to get it out again it just scratches my head and my hands.” Her lower lip wobbled again as she showed Clary her scratch-covered hands.
“No more tears,” ordered Clary. “I’ve had much bigger scratches, and I didn’t cry.” An idea occurred to her, and she brushed the hair back from the side of her face. “See? I even had part of my ear cut off.”
Little stared, her eyes wide and her tears forgotten. “Didn’t you even cry then, Mama?”
“No.” Clary towed her over to the bed and sat down, standing Little between her knees. “Hold still.”
Little nodded. “I’m going to be brave just like you, Mama. But you still have to try and stop the sarden thing from scratching me.”
“Hey, no naughty words,” Clary told her, and then let out a string of them herself as the holly scratched her too. Little giggled. Clary sighed and squeezed her tighter between her knees as she held the knife up. “Now you really have to hold still,” she ordered. “Or you’ll end up missing part of an ear too.” Little gulped and froze, and Clary set to work.
A little while later, the last of the holly was out of Little’s hair and joining the pile on the floor. Little pointed to it all. “You don’t want it, do you?”
“No,” replied Clary.
“Good,” Little said, and she stomped on it with both feet. “It’s stupid.” Then she was off, skipping out the door and repeating all the swearwords that Clary had just said.
Clary shook her head. “I never caused this much trouble,” she muttered.