Children
The sunlight was just starting to creep onto the porch, which was nice. Heading into spring, the air still had a bite to it and the winds still chilled the skin when they picked up. She smiled, tucking her feet a little further under the blankets he'd insisted she bring out with her. She was just getting over a winter cold, and they couldn't afford to take chances with even the smallest illness anymore.
That didn't mean they had to stay cooped up inside, though. And today was a Sunday, which they still kept as a day of rest if not to the restrictions they had had as children. By quiet mutual agreement they had formed their own little denomination of spirituality without stiff restraints.
The morning had been given over to readings, thoughtful discussions, and now the afternoon was given over to rest and play which meant that the whole gang was out on the grass.
"No powers, no powers!"
Not that it helped. He toppled over, easy enough to do as light and thin as he was, under the weight of two dogs and three children and all of them giggling and chattering in their own languages.
"Your father said no powers," she called, but being on the porch in the shade her words didn't carry too much weight. That, and she hadn't used the authority of a mother, so they were free to ignore her.
It really was a nice day. After a little while Wilson joined her on the porch, getting on in years and no longer as inclined to play so much as he used to. He draped himself over her feet and seemed to have taken it upon herself to keep her feet warm, for he had the heating capacity of several hot water bottles.
The kids seemed to have invented a new variant on freeze tag, while he refereed from the sidelines and provided a more literal element. She thought about pointing out that if she wasn't allowed to have chilled feet neither were they, but the ice never lasted for very long and the rules sort of degenerated into another free for all that wound up with Billy draped over his shoulders and as he spun around in a circle.
Fortunately, no one was sick. And it seemed to have the desired effect of getting everyone but Bogey exhausted. Which was to be expected of a puppy.
"Good day?" she asked, teasing, as he came up the stairs for a glass of water and a kiss.
He laughed. "So far." One by one the children came tromping up the stairs, and were summarily reminded to wipe their muddy and still slightly slushy feet before going inside. "Have you thought about dinner yet?"
"Yes," she grinned at him impishly, managing somehow to gather all of her blankets between herself and her shadow creeping in from the sunlight. "I thought I'd let you make it."
Sylar/Gabriel Gray // Heroes // 486 words
That didn't mean they had to stay cooped up inside, though. And today was a Sunday, which they still kept as a day of rest if not to the restrictions they had had as children. By quiet mutual agreement they had formed their own little denomination of spirituality without stiff restraints.
The morning had been given over to readings, thoughtful discussions, and now the afternoon was given over to rest and play which meant that the whole gang was out on the grass.
"No powers, no powers!"
Not that it helped. He toppled over, easy enough to do as light and thin as he was, under the weight of two dogs and three children and all of them giggling and chattering in their own languages.
"Your father said no powers," she called, but being on the porch in the shade her words didn't carry too much weight. That, and she hadn't used the authority of a mother, so they were free to ignore her.
It really was a nice day. After a little while Wilson joined her on the porch, getting on in years and no longer as inclined to play so much as he used to. He draped himself over her feet and seemed to have taken it upon herself to keep her feet warm, for he had the heating capacity of several hot water bottles.
The kids seemed to have invented a new variant on freeze tag, while he refereed from the sidelines and provided a more literal element. She thought about pointing out that if she wasn't allowed to have chilled feet neither were they, but the ice never lasted for very long and the rules sort of degenerated into another free for all that wound up with Billy draped over his shoulders and as he spun around in a circle.
Fortunately, no one was sick. And it seemed to have the desired effect of getting everyone but Bogey exhausted. Which was to be expected of a puppy.
"Good day?" she asked, teasing, as he came up the stairs for a glass of water and a kiss.
He laughed. "So far." One by one the children came tromping up the stairs, and were summarily reminded to wipe their muddy and still slightly slushy feet before going inside. "Have you thought about dinner yet?"
"Yes," she grinned at him impishly, managing somehow to gather all of her blankets between herself and her shadow creeping in from the sunlight. "I thought I'd let you make it."
Sylar/Gabriel Gray // Heroes // 486 words