Myshuno! - Elliart
Title: Elliart Expecting.
Prompt: Elliart.
Rating: U.
Spoiler rating: 8/10. Oblique references to the fact that "something bad" has happened in Regalton, but doesn't go into detail.
Summary: My simself writes a drabble.
Notes: I don't really have much to say about this, beyond saying Elliart are so, so sweet, and the drabble my simself writes, is a scene I can totally see happening between Ellie and Stuart.
Word Count: 1,047
Elliart Expecting.
A spring gale was blowing through Regalton, rattling window panes and causing branches, weakened by the weight of the winter snows to break and fall, but inside the little cottage, the parlour was warm and snug. Curled up on one of the settees, Elle Legacy listened to the howling of the wind and the crackling of the fire. She gave a contented sigh and snuggled up next to her husband. Almost absentmindedly, Stuart put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Are you warm enough?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you."
"I can put more coal on the fire..."
"Stuart, I'm fine."
Stuart was quiet for a bit before asking, "do you want another pot of tea?"
Ellie laughed. "I've drunk so much tea lately, I'm sure I slosh as I walk."
He went quiet again. "Do you want another book from the library?"
"I haven't finished this one yet."
"How about ... ?"
"Stuart!" Ellie pushed herself away from him and looked at him. "We have seven more months until the baby arives. Are you going to fuss around me like a mother hen for the whole of that time?"
He blinked at her. "Probably, yes. I doubt I will be able to help myself."
She looked at him, exasperated. "Why?"
"Because you are the most precious thing in the world to me."
Most of her irritation faded at that, and she gave a small smile, before leaning towards her husband and kissing him. Stuart pulled her closer, their kiss getting deeper, before Elle pulled away from him.
He looked at her, confused as to why she had broken their embrace, but Elle strengthened her resolve and explained "Stuart, I love you, but if you keep fussing around me, you're going to drive me insane. Especially at the moment, when I'm just the same as I've ever been, if more nauseous. I'm not an invalid. I don't need you asking me if there is anything I need every fifteen minutes. I appreciate that you're trying to take care of me," she said in a rush as she tried to ward off the hurt she knew would show in his eyes, "but I'm fine. I can fetch my own books, and my own tea. And if I want you to do more for me, I'll ask you." Her voice faltered and she looked down at her hand in his, unwilling to meet his eyes.
"Thank you," he said quietly, lifting her hand to his lips.
She looked up and met his eyes at that. "What for?"
"For being honest with me and letting me know how you feel. I need you to do that. I need someone to tell me when I am being overbearing, to help me to understand and offer assistance in the way in which they require, and not the manner I think is best."
"You really are the most kind hearted man I know," she replied.
"I would not go that far. But you promise to tell me in the future too?"
She smiled at him. "Of course I will. And you promise to take note of what I've said, and not fuss round me?"
"That I do."
She smiled and leant in to kiss him agai....
"BLAST!" I exclaimed as the knock at the door made me press too hard on the paper, resulting in a huge ink blot right where the "n" should have been. Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again. "Come in!" I called irritably as I mopped at the mess I'd caused.
"Is this a bad time?"
I twisted in my chair at the voice, and gave a small smile. "No, of course not. I just need a new nib for my pen." I got up and greeted my visitor. "Marina, it's good to see you. How're you faring?"
She stooped to kiss me on the cheek. "I'm ok. Morning sickness is awful, but I'm coping. Not sure I'm looking forward to the aching back and swollen ankles Doc is taking so much pleasure in reminding me about. Apart from that, I'm probably doing about the same as you."
I squeezed her hands and gestured at the sofa to the side of my desk. "Give Doc a redheaded grandbaby, and not only will she forget all about teasing you, you won't have to do this again. Tea?"
"Mm, please. How're you?" she asked tentatively.
I paused, my hand partway to the teapot. "I'm getting there," I replied at last, making a hand tility gesture. "I'll be fine."
There was a pregnant pause before Marina spoke. "You do know that you're not alone here Di. You're surrounded by friends, and if you ever need to talk, you know where we are."
"I know. And I appreciate it. I will be fine. I just sometimes wish that I knew what her out there was thinking."
"Do you?" Marina asked quietly. "Would you really want to face the village if what you knew was bad news?"
I shook my head. "Perhaps not. That's probably why she cut me off so completely."
I turned my attention back to pouring my friend a cup of tea and handed it to her. She sipped it gratefully, before nodding at the papers on my desk. "What're you working on?"
I looked over at them. "Oh, just a short drabble."
"Ooh, anything you can share?"
I looked beyond her smile and into her sad eyes. Why not? If there was one person living in Regalton I could share it with, it was Marina, and we both needed a bit of cheer. I put my cup down, and went to my desk where I gathered up the sheets of paper and handed them to her.
She gave a smile and repeated "Elle Legacy?" before settling down to read it. I watched her closely, smiling at the "eeeee"s and "awww"s that escaped from her mouth as she read it. When she had finished, she looked at me, tears shining in her eyes and smiled. "It's lovely. You'll finish it and let me read it when you do?"
I nodded. "Of course I will.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at me, and we moved the topic of conversation onto other, less bittersweet subjects.
Prompt: Elliart.
Rating: U.
Spoiler rating: 8/10. Oblique references to the fact that "something bad" has happened in Regalton, but doesn't go into detail.
Summary: My simself writes a drabble.
Notes: I don't really have much to say about this, beyond saying Elliart are so, so sweet, and the drabble my simself writes, is a scene I can totally see happening between Ellie and Stuart.
Word Count: 1,047
Elliart Expecting.
A spring gale was blowing through Regalton, rattling window panes and causing branches, weakened by the weight of the winter snows to break and fall, but inside the little cottage, the parlour was warm and snug. Curled up on one of the settees, Elle Legacy listened to the howling of the wind and the crackling of the fire. She gave a contented sigh and snuggled up next to her husband. Almost absentmindedly, Stuart put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Are you warm enough?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you."
"I can put more coal on the fire..."
"Stuart, I'm fine."
Stuart was quiet for a bit before asking, "do you want another pot of tea?"
Ellie laughed. "I've drunk so much tea lately, I'm sure I slosh as I walk."
He went quiet again. "Do you want another book from the library?"
"I haven't finished this one yet."
"How about ... ?"
"Stuart!" Ellie pushed herself away from him and looked at him. "We have seven more months until the baby arives. Are you going to fuss around me like a mother hen for the whole of that time?"
He blinked at her. "Probably, yes. I doubt I will be able to help myself."
She looked at him, exasperated. "Why?"
"Because you are the most precious thing in the world to me."
Most of her irritation faded at that, and she gave a small smile, before leaning towards her husband and kissing him. Stuart pulled her closer, their kiss getting deeper, before Elle pulled away from him.
He looked at her, confused as to why she had broken their embrace, but Elle strengthened her resolve and explained "Stuart, I love you, but if you keep fussing around me, you're going to drive me insane. Especially at the moment, when I'm just the same as I've ever been, if more nauseous. I'm not an invalid. I don't need you asking me if there is anything I need every fifteen minutes. I appreciate that you're trying to take care of me," she said in a rush as she tried to ward off the hurt she knew would show in his eyes, "but I'm fine. I can fetch my own books, and my own tea. And if I want you to do more for me, I'll ask you." Her voice faltered and she looked down at her hand in his, unwilling to meet his eyes.
"Thank you," he said quietly, lifting her hand to his lips.
She looked up and met his eyes at that. "What for?"
"For being honest with me and letting me know how you feel. I need you to do that. I need someone to tell me when I am being overbearing, to help me to understand and offer assistance in the way in which they require, and not the manner I think is best."
"You really are the most kind hearted man I know," she replied.
"I would not go that far. But you promise to tell me in the future too?"
She smiled at him. "Of course I will. And you promise to take note of what I've said, and not fuss round me?"
"That I do."
She smiled and leant in to kiss him agai....
"BLAST!" I exclaimed as the knock at the door made me press too hard on the paper, resulting in a huge ink blot right where the "n" should have been. Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again. "Come in!" I called irritably as I mopped at the mess I'd caused.
"Is this a bad time?"
I twisted in my chair at the voice, and gave a small smile. "No, of course not. I just need a new nib for my pen." I got up and greeted my visitor. "Marina, it's good to see you. How're you faring?"
She stooped to kiss me on the cheek. "I'm ok. Morning sickness is awful, but I'm coping. Not sure I'm looking forward to the aching back and swollen ankles Doc is taking so much pleasure in reminding me about. Apart from that, I'm probably doing about the same as you."
I squeezed her hands and gestured at the sofa to the side of my desk. "Give Doc a redheaded grandbaby, and not only will she forget all about teasing you, you won't have to do this again. Tea?"
"Mm, please. How're you?" she asked tentatively.
I paused, my hand partway to the teapot. "I'm getting there," I replied at last, making a hand tility gesture. "I'll be fine."
There was a pregnant pause before Marina spoke. "You do know that you're not alone here Di. You're surrounded by friends, and if you ever need to talk, you know where we are."
"I know. And I appreciate it. I will be fine. I just sometimes wish that I knew what her out there was thinking."
"Do you?" Marina asked quietly. "Would you really want to face the village if what you knew was bad news?"
I shook my head. "Perhaps not. That's probably why she cut me off so completely."
I turned my attention back to pouring my friend a cup of tea and handed it to her. She sipped it gratefully, before nodding at the papers on my desk. "What're you working on?"
I looked over at them. "Oh, just a short drabble."
"Ooh, anything you can share?"
I looked beyond her smile and into her sad eyes. Why not? If there was one person living in Regalton I could share it with, it was Marina, and we both needed a bit of cheer. I put my cup down, and went to my desk where I gathered up the sheets of paper and handed them to her.
She gave a smile and repeated "Elle Legacy?" before settling down to read it. I watched her closely, smiling at the "eeeee"s and "awww"s that escaped from her mouth as she read it. When she had finished, she looked at me, tears shining in her eyes and smiled. "It's lovely. You'll finish it and let me read it when you do?"
I nodded. "Of course I will.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at me, and we moved the topic of conversation onto other, less bittersweet subjects.