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vr_trakowski) wrote2010-12-03 08:53 pm
vr_trakowski) wrote2010-12-03 08:53 pm
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December 3
A little melancholy.
Fandom: Inception
Prompt: none
The porcelain figures were fragile, but he held them firmly despite the fine tremor in his hands. Miles placed the last sheep next to the stable and straightened to look at his handiwork, feeling a small body press against his leg.
“It’s so pretty, Gran’pere,” Philippa said, voice soft as if she feared to wake the sleeping Baby.
“It was your mother’s,” Miles answered, resting a hand on her bright head and remembering Mal’s delight at the crèche, new decades ago.
Philippa sighed. “I miss her.”
Miles bent to gather her in. “I, too,” he whispered, and closed his eyes.
Fandom: Inception
Prompt: none
The porcelain figures were fragile, but he held them firmly despite the fine tremor in his hands. Miles placed the last sheep next to the stable and straightened to look at his handiwork, feeling a small body press against his leg.
“It’s so pretty, Gran’pere,” Philippa said, voice soft as if she feared to wake the sleeping Baby.
“It was your mother’s,” Miles answered, resting a hand on her bright head and remembering Mal’s delight at the crèche, new decades ago.
Philippa sighed. “I miss her.”
Miles bent to gather her in. “I, too,” he whispered, and closed his eyes.