justprompts The Children Are The Future
[OOC: Dean Winchester hasperkynipples referenced with permission.]
Young
Strolling along the ocean shore in Tijuana, Anna sighed as she watched vacationing families interact around her. Her emerald sarong billowed against her legs while a slight breeze caught her bikini-clad body, providing a welcome comfort from the heat and sun beating down on her tiny frame. Pushing her sunglasses up her nose, she continued her walk down the shoreline toward where her boys were relaxing in their hammocks, feeling homesick for Manhattan and her family for the first time since Angela's death.
"Mommy! Mommy look! I'm doing it!"
"Oh, good job sweetie! I knew you could do it." A young mother clapped as she watched her eight-year-old daughter dogpaddle to her in the water.
Anna sighed, silently wishing she had the life Eva and her mother did where settling down and having a child was actually a plausible option. This life was more taxing than her life as a cop - she could at least take a break from the job to be pregnant without worry. But as a hunter, it would just make her ten times more vulnerable. Especially the way things were going in the world right now.
Then there was the issue of having someone to father the child. Dean didn't seem the type to want to have kids or marry -- and probably not with someone like her -- and the traveling didn't exactly leave her with any options. Though this wasn't exactly news to her, since she'd long ago given up any hope of marriage and a family when she chose the badge over Matteo.
But still, Adriana had fostered very strong maternal instincts in her daughter and deep down, Anna longed to be a mother. She'd gotten to play surrogate to Eva, and have a role in Carson's youngest - Bailey's life while she was around as a godmother. As she made it back to her towel on the beach -- about fifteen feet from Dean's hammock -- she snapped out of her reverie and plopped down on her towel to watch the waves in silence.
"Are you sad?"
"Huh?" Anna blinked when she heard a high-pitched voice from beside her and glanced over at a young brunette girl wearing a green bathing suit staring at her.
"You look sad. Why are you sad?" Colorful buckets and shovel in hand, the girl tilted her head to look up at Anna. The girl couldn't be more than five years old, with a slightly uncanny resemblance to Anna herself. Plopping down next to Anna, the girl handed her the bright yellow bucket.
Always having been the type to become slightly awkward around kids, Anna blinked and it took a few moments for her to get over the fact that a random kid just handed her a bucket. "I... want something, but I know I can't have it." Shifting off the towel slightly she held the bucket while the little girl just started pouring sand into it.
"Why?"
"It's... complicated." As she took a moment to let it sink in, Anna thought she'd officially lost her damn mind if she was discussing her problems with a five-year-old. Namely one that had just plopped down next to her and shoved a bucket into her hands. I should've listened when they told me not to drink the water here.
"Why?"
As the bucket got full, she turned it over and pressed it into the sand. "Because I need certain things in order to have what I want in a responsible way."
"Like what?" The kid canted her head - an eerily familiar movement - and pulled the bucket up, revealing a shaped mound of sand in front of her.
"A lot of... stable resources I'm currently lacking. And my options are severely limited. But I... knew that coming into things." Shifting to get comfortable, she took the bucket again - nearly jumping when the kid settled into her lap.
Shoveling sand into the bucket as if nothing had changed, the little girl started humming as she worked.
"What uh, what's your name?"
"Isabella."
A long pause. "Where are your mommy and daddy, Isabella?"
Humming more, she patted the top of the now-full bucket and tugged on Anna's hands to dump it. "Workin'. My uncle and grandpa are too, so my Auntie's watchin' me."
"They're probably worried about you, bambina." Pulling the bucket off to reveal a simple, solid sandcastle, she brushed some hair from the kid's face. "You should go find your Auntie."
Isabella nodded and climbed out of Anna's lap, putting a little hand against Anna's cheek and smiling. "Don't be sad, Anna. Everything will be okay." With that, Isabella trotted off down the beach to a dark-haired young woman down the way by the volleyball net.
Confused and feeling a vague sense of deja vu, she watched the little girl go. The familiar ache in her heart had left, replaced with something warmer - hope.
Anna Morasca
Supernatural [OC]
819 Words
Young
Strolling along the ocean shore in Tijuana, Anna sighed as she watched vacationing families interact around her. Her emerald sarong billowed against her legs while a slight breeze caught her bikini-clad body, providing a welcome comfort from the heat and sun beating down on her tiny frame. Pushing her sunglasses up her nose, she continued her walk down the shoreline toward where her boys were relaxing in their hammocks, feeling homesick for Manhattan and her family for the first time since Angela's death.
"Mommy! Mommy look! I'm doing it!"
"Oh, good job sweetie! I knew you could do it." A young mother clapped as she watched her eight-year-old daughter dogpaddle to her in the water.
Anna sighed, silently wishing she had the life Eva and her mother did where settling down and having a child was actually a plausible option. This life was more taxing than her life as a cop - she could at least take a break from the job to be pregnant without worry. But as a hunter, it would just make her ten times more vulnerable. Especially the way things were going in the world right now.
Then there was the issue of having someone to father the child. Dean didn't seem the type to want to have kids or marry -- and probably not with someone like her -- and the traveling didn't exactly leave her with any options. Though this wasn't exactly news to her, since she'd long ago given up any hope of marriage and a family when she chose the badge over Matteo.
But still, Adriana had fostered very strong maternal instincts in her daughter and deep down, Anna longed to be a mother. She'd gotten to play surrogate to Eva, and have a role in Carson's youngest - Bailey's life while she was around as a godmother. As she made it back to her towel on the beach -- about fifteen feet from Dean's hammock -- she snapped out of her reverie and plopped down on her towel to watch the waves in silence.
"Are you sad?"
"Huh?" Anna blinked when she heard a high-pitched voice from beside her and glanced over at a young brunette girl wearing a green bathing suit staring at her.
"You look sad. Why are you sad?" Colorful buckets and shovel in hand, the girl tilted her head to look up at Anna. The girl couldn't be more than five years old, with a slightly uncanny resemblance to Anna herself. Plopping down next to Anna, the girl handed her the bright yellow bucket.
Always having been the type to become slightly awkward around kids, Anna blinked and it took a few moments for her to get over the fact that a random kid just handed her a bucket. "I... want something, but I know I can't have it." Shifting off the towel slightly she held the bucket while the little girl just started pouring sand into it.
"Why?"
"It's... complicated." As she took a moment to let it sink in, Anna thought she'd officially lost her damn mind if she was discussing her problems with a five-year-old. Namely one that had just plopped down next to her and shoved a bucket into her hands. I should've listened when they told me not to drink the water here.
"Why?"
As the bucket got full, she turned it over and pressed it into the sand. "Because I need certain things in order to have what I want in a responsible way."
"Like what?" The kid canted her head - an eerily familiar movement - and pulled the bucket up, revealing a shaped mound of sand in front of her.
"A lot of... stable resources I'm currently lacking. And my options are severely limited. But I... knew that coming into things." Shifting to get comfortable, she took the bucket again - nearly jumping when the kid settled into her lap.
Shoveling sand into the bucket as if nothing had changed, the little girl started humming as she worked.
"What uh, what's your name?"
"Isabella."
A long pause. "Where are your mommy and daddy, Isabella?"
Humming more, she patted the top of the now-full bucket and tugged on Anna's hands to dump it. "Workin'. My uncle and grandpa are too, so my Auntie's watchin' me."
"They're probably worried about you, bambina." Pulling the bucket off to reveal a simple, solid sandcastle, she brushed some hair from the kid's face. "You should go find your Auntie."
Isabella nodded and climbed out of Anna's lap, putting a little hand against Anna's cheek and smiling. "Don't be sad, Anna. Everything will be okay." With that, Isabella trotted off down the beach to a dark-haired young woman down the way by the volleyball net.
Confused and feeling a vague sense of deja vu, she watched the little girl go. The familiar ache in her heart had left, replaced with something warmer - hope.
Anna Morasca
Supernatural [OC]
819 Words