Beautiful
A little girl, no older than three, dashes through a garden, brunette curls bouncing atop her shoulders. Her older brother, then seventeen, follows close behind. In the child's sense of reality, she is defying gravity, moving with the speed and grace of the wind. She has no idea that Liam is simply humouring her, playing the part of her pursuer flawlessly. A giggle escapes her lips, followed by another, and soon she has rendered herself breathless, though she refuses to put and end to the game.
A tiny foot catches in a break in the path, and time and the world seem to freeze, as she is jolted forward. She braces herself for the inevitable impact, closing her eyes, and twisting her face in a preparation to burst into tears...but the fall never comes. She finds herself safe in the arms of her brother, who holds her close.
"Can't have ye tearin' that pretty dress o'yours, now can we, little one?"
From that day forward, Liam became her hero, her very own guardian angel. He was everything to her that an older brother should be, and she looked up to and loved him more than the world. The force that bonded them as siblings was just that; beautiful.
Muse: Kathy
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count: 208
A tiny foot catches in a break in the path, and time and the world seem to freeze, as she is jolted forward. She braces herself for the inevitable impact, closing her eyes, and twisting her face in a preparation to burst into tears...but the fall never comes. She finds herself safe in the arms of her brother, who holds her close.
"Can't have ye tearin' that pretty dress o'yours, now can we, little one?"
From that day forward, Liam became her hero, her very own guardian angel. He was everything to her that an older brother should be, and she looked up to and loved him more than the world. The force that bonded them as siblings was just that; beautiful.
Muse: Kathy
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count: 208