November: 7
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Ino and Inoichi
Summary: An old man, a young girl. Let us dine in the garden today.
Warnings/Ratings: Fluff and experimental styling
rose tinted tea cups and tiny cookies.
"You have to drink it like this." She sticks out her tiny little pinky and curls her chubby fingers around the handle of the tea cup and sips at the cloying sugar water.
rough calloused hands, chipped nails, scars, swollen joint, the ridiculous jaunt of crooked pinky
"That's right, like that," She nods and smiles, her tiny baby teeth gapped and her mouth red. Her nails have been painted pearl pink, shiny and quaint. Adorable, if that word could ever fit in your mind.
chapped lips, cracked and catching on the wavy ledge of the cup. Careful not to break the lip of the cup. Careful
"Now eat your biscuits." She reaches over and straightens the little stuffed cat beside her. It's a brown, a giant purple bow tied in a silky knot around its neck. Her neck, you remember. Her name is Sprinkles, the stuffed cat. You were told that this morning, as she was shoved into your hands at breakfast for you to brush.
small stale biscuit, crunched between the teeth like a soldiers pill. crumbs everywhere.
She smiles at you. Tiny red mouth, white teeth, blue eyes and wisps of blond hair caught back in a purple bow, all smiling at you. You, the sudden center of her universe, the sudden sun in her sky.
blood stuck in the corners of nails, scars and dark thoughts about bows around necks
"Daddy, Daddy, drink your tea!"
A little girl with the sun in her hair and your heart in her eyes.
"How was tea time?" You carry in the sticky dishes, covered in crumbs and sugar. She twirls outside. You can see her through the window, stuffed cat flying in one hand.
"Tea time was fine." No comment is made on the tears in your eye, blurring the bright garden and the spinning girl into a dash of yellow sunlight fallen into your quaint little garden straight into your heart.
Characters: Ino and Inoichi
Summary: An old man, a young girl. Let us dine in the garden today.
Warnings/Ratings: Fluff and experimental styling
rose tinted tea cups and tiny cookies.
"You have to drink it like this." She sticks out her tiny little pinky and curls her chubby fingers around the handle of the tea cup and sips at the cloying sugar water.
rough calloused hands, chipped nails, scars, swollen joint, the ridiculous jaunt of crooked pinky
"That's right, like that," She nods and smiles, her tiny baby teeth gapped and her mouth red. Her nails have been painted pearl pink, shiny and quaint. Adorable, if that word could ever fit in your mind.
chapped lips, cracked and catching on the wavy ledge of the cup. Careful not to break the lip of the cup. Careful
"Now eat your biscuits." She reaches over and straightens the little stuffed cat beside her. It's a brown, a giant purple bow tied in a silky knot around its neck. Her neck, you remember. Her name is Sprinkles, the stuffed cat. You were told that this morning, as she was shoved into your hands at breakfast for you to brush.
small stale biscuit, crunched between the teeth like a soldiers pill. crumbs everywhere.
She smiles at you. Tiny red mouth, white teeth, blue eyes and wisps of blond hair caught back in a purple bow, all smiling at you. You, the sudden center of her universe, the sudden sun in her sky.
blood stuck in the corners of nails, scars and dark thoughts about bows around necks
"Daddy, Daddy, drink your tea!"
A little girl with the sun in her hair and your heart in her eyes.
"How was tea time?" You carry in the sticky dishes, covered in crumbs and sugar. She twirls outside. You can see her through the window, stuffed cat flying in one hand.
"Tea time was fine." No comment is made on the tears in your eye, blurring the bright garden and the spinning girl into a dash of yellow sunlight fallen into your quaint little garden straight into your heart.