Drabble: Hands and Feet
“Will you stop crying!?” Rhiannon turned angrily, cheeks flushed. “That’s all you ever do!”
Tears spilled onto his cheeks.
“I…I can’t,” he sobbed, muffled by his knees. “I d-don’t like it.”
Suddenly an arm came around him, pulling him into soft cotton. He could smell talcum powder. It was nice, he thought, burying his face into the warmth.
By the time their screeching parents forced the door open, Ianto was asleep in the blanket of Rhiannon’s heat.
Because his sister wasn’t so bad, really.
Tears spilled onto his cheeks.
“I…I can’t,” he sobbed, muffled by his knees. “I d-don’t like it.”
Suddenly an arm came around him, pulling him into soft cotton. He could smell talcum powder. It was nice, he thought, burying his face into the warmth.
By the time their screeching parents forced the door open, Ianto was asleep in the blanket of Rhiannon’s heat.
Because his sister wasn’t so bad, really.