Holiday Fic: To Grandmother's House We Go
A cute little bit of Holiday themed FURTURE!DarkCaster and Angela-mun's OC, Angela.
Beware of chronic OOC-ness and holiday cheer.
To Grandmother’s House We Go
By TaedeniteSpiral
The Morningstar Estate had been abuzz with activity over the last week...ever since Angela, the mistress of the house had received a cryptic phone call that had her having the servants work overtime to make the house sparkle as much as possible.
Many of the staff members were quite pleased that there would be company for the holidays. It would make the entire house feel more...homey and less like a museum.
It had been a long time since either Angela or her husband had visitors, so there was a lot to do in a small amount of time. While the house was busy, there was an organized, chaotic feel to it...and everyone there couldn’t help but notice how Angela practically glowed while she went about her duties making sure everything was spotless, the decorations were hung to her specifications, and that the kitchen was stocked with innumerable tasty treats.
Her husband, Eugene, stayed out of it for the most part, but on occasion, he too provided a helping hand by running a small errand or bringing Angela a cup of mulled cider or coffee. While he and his wife had more of a business relationship than a loving one, that didn’t mean he was cold by any stretch of the imagination. He knew this was important to her. It had been more than two years since Michael had even visited and close to seven since he’d lived there. He hadn’t missed the young man at all, but Angela certainly had...and Eugene knew how to be hospitable.
Angela opened the door to find her son waiting for her...but it wasn’t his bright blue eyes or the blond hair...or even his strangely beaming smile that caught her attention. It wasn’t the bag on his shoulder and it wasn’t the giddy expression on his face.
It was the baby girl he had in a small harness strapped to the front of his chest.
The little girl wore a bright pink dress covered in ruffles and a giant pink bow was on her head, clipped to a silky shock of platinum blond hair. Two large, blue eyes framed with long, dark lashes blinked at Angela...and the child sucked on a star shaped pacifier as she studied the adult who seemed just as interested in her.
“Hi, Mom! You look great! It sure is great to see you, isn’t it Celeste? Isn’t it nice to see Grandma? Hi, Grandma!”
He took one of the infant’s arms in his hand and waved it at Angela gingerly.
Angela’s face fell into puzzlement, when, upon addressing the child, her son’s voice took on a childish intonation. Even more so when the word “Grandma” came up. She’d known he’d eloped with the mana witch he seemed to like so much...but he’d neglected to mention anything remotely close to a child through their various correspondences over the last year and a half. She swallowed and quickly performed a mana scan on them.
Sure enough, that was her son and...his daughter. Their mana signatures confirmed it.
Angela looked them both over and suddenly found it hard to arrange her thoughts into coherent sentences. She smiled and her blue eyes wandered between her son and her...granddaughter, who both stared back at her with wide blue eyes full of anticipation. The baby sucked on her pacifier contentedly.
Thankfully, her daughter-in-law stepped out from behind them. Large, magenta sunglasses covered her eyes, which Angela couldn’t remember which color they were. Her dress was pink, short and form fitting with a wide black belt that cinched her waist. Her small hands were covered with black gloves with fur trim and a matching capelet was hung over her shoulders.
She was, for all intents and purposes, a gorgeous woman, though her very presence seemed to indicate that she had a distinctly edgy personality and when she spoke, Angela was able to discern what it was.
“Good Morning, Angela. How have you been? You’ll have to forgive my husband. Fatherhood apparently makes him...excitable,”
Angela smiled in her usual way.
“No trouble at all, Dear. It is just that...you caught me by surprise with this little..addition,”
Her voice was calm, cool, and collected. Angela couldn’t help but feel it reminded her of her own when she was the same age.
Michael seemed to enjoy playing with his daughter’s tiny feet, which were encased in pink, glittery dress shoes.
“I’m glad to see parenthood agrees with you,” Angela murmured.
“Yes, well...remember how I said we were going to elope...and we did?” Michael explained.
Angela nodded.
She’d been most displeased with the choice, but given the circumstances at the time, she hadn’t blamed him. She hadn’t heard from him or his new bride for months afterward.
“Well....it turns out, we weren’t alone on our globetrotting adventures and six months ago, this little angel was born,” he finished, beaming widely.
His wife shrugged and put a dainty hand on Angela’s shoulder.
“He’s been like this for the last six months. I didn’t know he had it in him...but there you are. Something about having a baby girl just makes him...you know, glow...but not the way he should, you know? That’s all magic,” she said, snapping her fingers and wearing an expression that indicated she was particularly pleased with herself.
Angela finally managed to gather her wits about her.
“Oh, where are my manners! Come inside dears, it is good to have you home at last,” she said...and it was true, so that made her smile come easier. She quickly performed a quick, bobbing hug to both of them before showing them in.
Beware of chronic OOC-ness and holiday cheer.
To Grandmother’s House We Go
By TaedeniteSpiral
The Morningstar Estate had been abuzz with activity over the last week...ever since Angela, the mistress of the house had received a cryptic phone call that had her having the servants work overtime to make the house sparkle as much as possible.
Many of the staff members were quite pleased that there would be company for the holidays. It would make the entire house feel more...homey and less like a museum.
It had been a long time since either Angela or her husband had visitors, so there was a lot to do in a small amount of time. While the house was busy, there was an organized, chaotic feel to it...and everyone there couldn’t help but notice how Angela practically glowed while she went about her duties making sure everything was spotless, the decorations were hung to her specifications, and that the kitchen was stocked with innumerable tasty treats.
Her husband, Eugene, stayed out of it for the most part, but on occasion, he too provided a helping hand by running a small errand or bringing Angela a cup of mulled cider or coffee. While he and his wife had more of a business relationship than a loving one, that didn’t mean he was cold by any stretch of the imagination. He knew this was important to her. It had been more than two years since Michael had even visited and close to seven since he’d lived there. He hadn’t missed the young man at all, but Angela certainly had...and Eugene knew how to be hospitable.
Angela opened the door to find her son waiting for her...but it wasn’t his bright blue eyes or the blond hair...or even his strangely beaming smile that caught her attention. It wasn’t the bag on his shoulder and it wasn’t the giddy expression on his face.
It was the baby girl he had in a small harness strapped to the front of his chest.
The little girl wore a bright pink dress covered in ruffles and a giant pink bow was on her head, clipped to a silky shock of platinum blond hair. Two large, blue eyes framed with long, dark lashes blinked at Angela...and the child sucked on a star shaped pacifier as she studied the adult who seemed just as interested in her.
“Hi, Mom! You look great! It sure is great to see you, isn’t it Celeste? Isn’t it nice to see Grandma? Hi, Grandma!”
He took one of the infant’s arms in his hand and waved it at Angela gingerly.
Angela’s face fell into puzzlement, when, upon addressing the child, her son’s voice took on a childish intonation. Even more so when the word “Grandma” came up. She’d known he’d eloped with the mana witch he seemed to like so much...but he’d neglected to mention anything remotely close to a child through their various correspondences over the last year and a half. She swallowed and quickly performed a mana scan on them.
Sure enough, that was her son and...his daughter. Their mana signatures confirmed it.
Angela looked them both over and suddenly found it hard to arrange her thoughts into coherent sentences. She smiled and her blue eyes wandered between her son and her...granddaughter, who both stared back at her with wide blue eyes full of anticipation. The baby sucked on her pacifier contentedly.
Thankfully, her daughter-in-law stepped out from behind them. Large, magenta sunglasses covered her eyes, which Angela couldn’t remember which color they were. Her dress was pink, short and form fitting with a wide black belt that cinched her waist. Her small hands were covered with black gloves with fur trim and a matching capelet was hung over her shoulders.
She was, for all intents and purposes, a gorgeous woman, though her very presence seemed to indicate that she had a distinctly edgy personality and when she spoke, Angela was able to discern what it was.
“Good Morning, Angela. How have you been? You’ll have to forgive my husband. Fatherhood apparently makes him...excitable,”
Angela smiled in her usual way.
“No trouble at all, Dear. It is just that...you caught me by surprise with this little..addition,”
Her voice was calm, cool, and collected. Angela couldn’t help but feel it reminded her of her own when she was the same age.
Michael seemed to enjoy playing with his daughter’s tiny feet, which were encased in pink, glittery dress shoes.
“I’m glad to see parenthood agrees with you,” Angela murmured.
“Yes, well...remember how I said we were going to elope...and we did?” Michael explained.
Angela nodded.
She’d been most displeased with the choice, but given the circumstances at the time, she hadn’t blamed him. She hadn’t heard from him or his new bride for months afterward.
“Well....it turns out, we weren’t alone on our globetrotting adventures and six months ago, this little angel was born,” he finished, beaming widely.
His wife shrugged and put a dainty hand on Angela’s shoulder.
“He’s been like this for the last six months. I didn’t know he had it in him...but there you are. Something about having a baby girl just makes him...you know, glow...but not the way he should, you know? That’s all magic,” she said, snapping her fingers and wearing an expression that indicated she was particularly pleased with herself.
Angela finally managed to gather her wits about her.
“Oh, where are my manners! Come inside dears, it is good to have you home at last,” she said...and it was true, so that made her smile come easier. She quickly performed a quick, bobbing hug to both of them before showing them in.