[100 themes] - Red Ball
Right, I've been reading so much lately that the writing bit has been lacking. So I tried to go back to doing drabbles, so that at least I'm not drained of the written word. This one is very short, so I apologize, alexiariaper , but at least it's something to pass 4-5 minutes. XD
Title: Red Ball
Theme: 6/100
Fandom: Tortallan Series
Pairing: AlannaxGeorge
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All Tortallan characters were created by the ever-fabulous Tamora Pierce. They’re all hers.
Thok thok. Thok thok. Thok thok. The rhythmic beating came as a dull murmur in Alanna’s ears, almost like the whispering of a loved one. She sighed in spite of herself, relaxing on the padded chair by the fire. The Lioness had her eyes closed, and the husband that had been sitting in front of her claimed that she mimicked that of a large cat curling up for a long nap. He couldn’t be any more truthful if he wanted. Still, he left her there and continued to read through reports.
Thok thok. Thok thok. Thokthokthokthhhhriiikshhhhh. Something rolled and lightly landed just beneath the lady knight’s feet, dangling lazily from where she was enthroned. Amethyst orbs peered dreamily at the cause of the gentle bump. Below her, she saw a red, spherical toy wobbling sporadically.
George looked up and grinned. He saw a slender arm absentmindedly scoop the object from underneath and place it on the waiting palms of their eldest son, whose bright red hair matched that of the ball now returned to him. The Lioness, in a dreamlike state, went back to her nap, nestling her head on her arm.
“Don’t disturb your mother, Thom,” his voice, though quiet, travelled demandingly towards his son. “She’s takin’ a rest.”
Thom moved away, the faint thok thok followed him down the next room. The baron of Pirate’s Swoop watched his wife murmur something peacefully in her sleep, and he chuckled.
George stood, set his papers neatly on a desk, and went towards the copper-headed lioness. She was very light, though whether it was because of her height or his strength, he couldn’t tell. When he reached the bedroom, he gingerly placed her on the bed, tucked her in, and softly met his lips with hers before closing the door and going back to work. He whistled a cheerful tune.
Even legends and champions found their days of restful peace.
Title: Red Ball
Theme: 6/100
Fandom: Tortallan Series
Pairing: AlannaxGeorge
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All Tortallan characters were created by the ever-fabulous Tamora Pierce. They’re all hers.
Thok thok. Thok thok. Thok thok. The rhythmic beating came as a dull murmur in Alanna’s ears, almost like the whispering of a loved one. She sighed in spite of herself, relaxing on the padded chair by the fire. The Lioness had her eyes closed, and the husband that had been sitting in front of her claimed that she mimicked that of a large cat curling up for a long nap. He couldn’t be any more truthful if he wanted. Still, he left her there and continued to read through reports.
Thok thok. Thok thok. Thokthokthokthhhhriiikshhhhh. Something rolled and lightly landed just beneath the lady knight’s feet, dangling lazily from where she was enthroned. Amethyst orbs peered dreamily at the cause of the gentle bump. Below her, she saw a red, spherical toy wobbling sporadically.
George looked up and grinned. He saw a slender arm absentmindedly scoop the object from underneath and place it on the waiting palms of their eldest son, whose bright red hair matched that of the ball now returned to him. The Lioness, in a dreamlike state, went back to her nap, nestling her head on her arm.
“Don’t disturb your mother, Thom,” his voice, though quiet, travelled demandingly towards his son. “She’s takin’ a rest.”
Thom moved away, the faint thok thok followed him down the next room. The baron of Pirate’s Swoop watched his wife murmur something peacefully in her sleep, and he chuckled.
George stood, set his papers neatly on a desk, and went towards the copper-headed lioness. She was very light, though whether it was because of her height or his strength, he couldn’t tell. When he reached the bedroom, he gingerly placed her on the bed, tucked her in, and softly met his lips with hers before closing the door and going back to work. He whistled a cheerful tune.
Even legends and champions found their days of restful peace.