Post by sesquipedalian on May 14, 2012 11:06:10 GMT 10
Series: An Honest Living
Event: Light-hearted Long Jump
Title: Family
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Summary: Flory mothers: her child, her Court, her parents, her friends.
A/N: For Mother's Day! Thank you to all the people in the world who willingly nurture and spend time with ungrateful little tykes like me!
The room was…quiet. And clean.
The Rogue of Port Caynn leaned against the door in relief. Nancy was asleep, and she wasn’t having nightmares, for the first night in a long time.
I could go out, she thought, I could go dancing. Snorting quietly to herself, she added, I could sleep.
Smiling, she made her way to the small nursery at the back of the house, grabbing and lighting a lantern as she walked. Pushing the door open, the light flashed on a shock of light hair at the window, the silhouette holding a bundle of blankets.
Walking slowly, she put the lantern down next to Nancy’s bed and wrapped her hands around the handle of the knife inside it. When she was within arm’s distance of the intruder, he spoke up.
“Glad to see you as well, cousin.”
Expelling a breath of relief, she replied, “Rosto. You terrible, terrible person.”
He turned around, grinning. “Shh. She’s asleep.”
“You wonderful, wonderful person,” she said, but the intended recipient was questionable, as at this point Flory was holding her daughter and cooing at her in a surprisingly gentle way for a woman who had recently been condemning a child stealer.
“She is,” Rosto agreed, walking away from the window. Flory followed and placed Nancy in the bed.
“When did you get in?” she whispered, picking up the lantern and sliding the blade back inside.
“This morning,” he whispered back, then, answering what she meant to ask, added, “Your mother believes that I am a charming young man who isn’t interested in your gender. She’s been at her house all day.”
She smiled, thinking of her mother’s general misandry when it came to her romantic lifestyle and her lack of misanthropy when it came to her safety. “Thank you,” she said more succinctly, and blew out the lantern.
He chuckled quietly as they walked out the door. “Sometimes I wish it was true.”
Thankfully, she always had a firm handle on his black moods, and she suspected she knew the cause of this one.
“Let’s fix us something to eat, shall I?” she offered in return, and closed the door softly behind them.
Event: Light-hearted Long Jump
Title: Family
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Summary: Flory mothers: her child, her Court, her parents, her friends.
A/N: For Mother's Day! Thank you to all the people in the world who willingly nurture and spend time with ungrateful little tykes like me!
The room was…quiet. And clean.
The Rogue of Port Caynn leaned against the door in relief. Nancy was asleep, and she wasn’t having nightmares, for the first night in a long time.
I could go out, she thought, I could go dancing. Snorting quietly to herself, she added, I could sleep.
Smiling, she made her way to the small nursery at the back of the house, grabbing and lighting a lantern as she walked. Pushing the door open, the light flashed on a shock of light hair at the window, the silhouette holding a bundle of blankets.
Walking slowly, she put the lantern down next to Nancy’s bed and wrapped her hands around the handle of the knife inside it. When she was within arm’s distance of the intruder, he spoke up.
“Glad to see you as well, cousin.”
Expelling a breath of relief, she replied, “Rosto. You terrible, terrible person.”
He turned around, grinning. “Shh. She’s asleep.”
“You wonderful, wonderful person,” she said, but the intended recipient was questionable, as at this point Flory was holding her daughter and cooing at her in a surprisingly gentle way for a woman who had recently been condemning a child stealer.
“She is,” Rosto agreed, walking away from the window. Flory followed and placed Nancy in the bed.
“When did you get in?” she whispered, picking up the lantern and sliding the blade back inside.
“This morning,” he whispered back, then, answering what she meant to ask, added, “Your mother believes that I am a charming young man who isn’t interested in your gender. She’s been at her house all day.”
She smiled, thinking of her mother’s general misandry when it came to her romantic lifestyle and her lack of misanthropy when it came to her safety. “Thank you,” she said more succinctly, and blew out the lantern.
He chuckled quietly as they walked out the door. “Sometimes I wish it was true.”
Thankfully, she always had a firm handle on his black moods, and she suspected she knew the cause of this one.
“Let’s fix us something to eat, shall I?” she offered in return, and closed the door softly behind them.