mixture of drabbles
She watched him rush from place to place, making sure each child was having a good time. She couldn’t keep up, even with her alien physiology. It wasn’t just the difference in their powers. It was her husband’s personality, similar in some ways to her own, but always energetic and so much more pure than hers could ever hope to be. A cracking noise above her alerted her to a child falling from the tree, her arms were outstretched before the branch even finished breaking. It didn’t matter though. Bart had already set the child on the ground, dusted them off, given them a smile and left to go back to the party. How could she ever compete with that?
Anthony watched her. Not on purpose of course. She just happened to be passing by the window of his office every time he should happen to be near it at this time of day. Dark brown hair hung down to her waist, though it never once swayed. The books Michael had leant him in school always talked of women and the way their hair and hips swayed as they walked. Daphne’s didn’t. It was intriguing really, more eye catching than the twenty year old two cubicles from Daphne who regularly winked at him.
Creeper smiled even as Zatanna watched him with a wary eye and an outstretched wand.
“What’s got a hood , two, no, three zippers and three pockets?” he asked as the boat moved along the river Styx.
“Tell me,” she said. Zatanna was always like that, never wanting to answer the question on her own, always wanting him to just give her the answer.
“A jacket!” he exclaimed with his odd, little laugh, oblivious to the way the boatman looked at him. His eyes were completely focused on Zatanna’s.
“That’s not how a riddle works,” she said, her wand lowering for just a moment before she righted it. The difference wouldn’t really matter of course. If he so much as moved an inch, he was certain she’d take him before he could even reach her.
“Who said I was telling a riddle?”
Percy combed through the set of jackets in their hallway closet as she watched him from their couch. He was always so deliberate about things. If nothing else, she’d learned patience from the man.
“Percy, we’re just visiting your family for Christmas. We don’t have to look perfect, you know?”
Percy looked at her as if she’d sprouted another head. “Tonks, have you ever been to my mother’s for Christmas?”
“Twice actually,” she said. “Right before the wa…” It was too late. The words were out and she could see he already recognized the significance of them. “Percy…it’s not-”
“No,” he said, cutting her off. “We can’t go on pretending that I didn’t miss some Christmases before.”
“Fine,” Tonks said as she stood up. “Let’s find you a nice jacket.”
“Pietr,” she said as she watched his eyes search for her voice.
“Kara.”
“You’re hogging the blanket”
“My apologies,” he said with a blush as he pushed the blanket towards her. His hand brushed her cheek as he pulled it back.
Kara smiled.