challenge 11: first kiss
Title: First Kiss (seriously guys, I hate titles)
Author: jadeandlilac
Rating: K
Words: 298
Character/s: little Edith, Patrick, Mary and Sybil
Edith loved Christmas, but it would never do to let on. While Mary’s critical eye was focused on the garlands adorning the balustrade (hung only that morning by the housemaids as the footmen dragged in the great fir tree), she allowed herself a long, jealous glance at Sybil. Her little sister was busily rooting about in the froth of festively wrapped gifts beneath the tree - an acceptable indulgence for a child of six, but certainly not a young lady of nine.
The library door gave a low groan on its hinges and a thin form slipped out into the hall. Patrick, still in his traveling clothes, caught her eye and feigned an exaggerated cough - their fathers were enjoying cigars and port within. At the sight of him Sybil squealed and clapped her hands, and Mary turned pointedly back to her examination of the new décor.
Patrick sat down on the bottom stair, where Sybil and Edith came to join him. From her place a little way up the staircase Mary called down, “Look!” and Edith’s stomach fluttered uncomfortably when she followed Mary’s gaze to the small sprig of greenery affixed to the balustrade directly above their heads.
“Mistletoe!” Sybil cried, happily turning up her face to Patrick, who kissed her readily on her comically puckered lips. With a giggle she said quite matter-of-factly, “Edith next!”
It happened in the blink of an eye - warmth and closeness, the dry brush of his lips and Sybil’s shrill, immediate insistence that now it was Mary’s turn. Edith’s cheeks burned and she could not make her fingers grasp the railing behind her properly. Mary retorted that superstition was for children, and met her sister’s eyes over Patrick’s head. Edith knew at once that she had let on far more than she’d intended.
(mods: there was only a tag for fake!Patrick, so I tried to make one for the actual!Patrick, hope that's okay!)
Author: jadeandlilac
Rating: K
Words: 298
Character/s: little Edith, Patrick, Mary and Sybil
Edith loved Christmas, but it would never do to let on. While Mary’s critical eye was focused on the garlands adorning the balustrade (hung only that morning by the housemaids as the footmen dragged in the great fir tree), she allowed herself a long, jealous glance at Sybil. Her little sister was busily rooting about in the froth of festively wrapped gifts beneath the tree - an acceptable indulgence for a child of six, but certainly not a young lady of nine.
The library door gave a low groan on its hinges and a thin form slipped out into the hall. Patrick, still in his traveling clothes, caught her eye and feigned an exaggerated cough - their fathers were enjoying cigars and port within. At the sight of him Sybil squealed and clapped her hands, and Mary turned pointedly back to her examination of the new décor.
Patrick sat down on the bottom stair, where Sybil and Edith came to join him. From her place a little way up the staircase Mary called down, “Look!” and Edith’s stomach fluttered uncomfortably when she followed Mary’s gaze to the small sprig of greenery affixed to the balustrade directly above their heads.
“Mistletoe!” Sybil cried, happily turning up her face to Patrick, who kissed her readily on her comically puckered lips. With a giggle she said quite matter-of-factly, “Edith next!”
It happened in the blink of an eye - warmth and closeness, the dry brush of his lips and Sybil’s shrill, immediate insistence that now it was Mary’s turn. Edith’s cheeks burned and she could not make her fingers grasp the railing behind her properly. Mary retorted that superstition was for children, and met her sister’s eyes over Patrick’s head. Edith knew at once that she had let on far more than she’d intended.
(mods: there was only a tag for fake!Patrick, so I tried to make one for the actual!Patrick, hope that's okay!)