~ i like to sit upon the floor
'nicest place you never want to go'
prompt; family vacation
word count; 275
Wiggling her toes, smirking softly at the bright red nails that glinted in the sun, Ophelia sat happily under her parasol, book open on her lap as she watched the beach in front of her. Charlotte was asleep in the curve of Phe's arm, Lucia and Merc were making sandcastles by the shore and the twins, well.
"Papa! Papa! Make 'andro fly! Do it, do it!" Alexandria was tugging at Julio's shirt, Alejandro raising his arms and grinning and Mark was just not offering anything like an argument at all.
"Okay, okay." Julio was laughing as he picked Alejandro up, swinging the boy up and over his head. 'andro's laughter carried all the way along the private beach, Julio running down the beach with their youngest son over his head, Alexandria chasing afterwards, shouting at Mark to follow them.
Julio went running past, Alexandria hot on his heels. Mark stopped just at Ophelia's deck chair, grinning wide and gasping for breath. "What have you been feeding them?" Mark joked, leaning on his knees. Ophelia just smiled at him from her place in the shade. "Straight sugar?"
"Just the fruit you all say is good, not giving them anything but approved food." They'd been granted Emma Frost's private Malibu villa, their month long vacation only half way used and by far, the twins were nothing more than energetic every single day. "Just wait and see, give it an hour. Pretty sure those two run on solar power."
Mark just laughed, giving Phe's big toe before turning his attention back to the twins.
"Dad! Come on." Alexandria had her arms up, clearly indicating that Mark was meant to come and lift her.
prompt; family vacation
word count; 275
Wiggling her toes, smirking softly at the bright red nails that glinted in the sun, Ophelia sat happily under her parasol, book open on her lap as she watched the beach in front of her. Charlotte was asleep in the curve of Phe's arm, Lucia and Merc were making sandcastles by the shore and the twins, well.
"Papa! Papa! Make 'andro fly! Do it, do it!" Alexandria was tugging at Julio's shirt, Alejandro raising his arms and grinning and Mark was just not offering anything like an argument at all.
"Okay, okay." Julio was laughing as he picked Alejandro up, swinging the boy up and over his head. 'andro's laughter carried all the way along the private beach, Julio running down the beach with their youngest son over his head, Alexandria chasing afterwards, shouting at Mark to follow them.
Julio went running past, Alexandria hot on his heels. Mark stopped just at Ophelia's deck chair, grinning wide and gasping for breath. "What have you been feeding them?" Mark joked, leaning on his knees. Ophelia just smiled at him from her place in the shade. "Straight sugar?"
"Just the fruit you all say is good, not giving them anything but approved food." They'd been granted Emma Frost's private Malibu villa, their month long vacation only half way used and by far, the twins were nothing more than energetic every single day. "Just wait and see, give it an hour. Pretty sure those two run on solar power."
Mark just laughed, giving Phe's big toe before turning his attention back to the twins.
"Dad! Come on." Alexandria had her arms up, clearly indicating that Mark was meant to come and lift her.