#v;child

[imperattore]

@dahlia-dragneel | liked for a starter.

    ❛   Mom? Is there something wrong?   ❜

[hiddenhelianthus]

@irukasenseii

She was hung over the back of the sofa, bored out of her little mind. "Can't we do something fun, Grandpa?" Unlike her mother, she enjoyed the training she had been doing with her father, and sitting around inside the house was one of the worst things she could be doing.

"Why did they have to go out on a stupid date, I want papa to train me!"

[hiddenhelianthus]

@xshadowrising

"Papa!!!"

Hana had been stuck with her mother all day and she had been waiting for the moment he walked through the door to bombard him with her attention, not even giving him a single second to say hello to his wife who was on the sofa with a fever.

"Play with me!"

[denvackraste]

@bcdviibcs

        One of the nuns told her that today was the day she was going to be taken to another home. Snow looked around the room where she shared with other kids. They were out playing early and she was left there to prepare all of her things. Her luggage was opened on her bed and still somewhat empty. 

       There was a knock on the door and Snow turned to see one of the nuns. She was asked why she was not packing her things yet. All she answered was a shrug of her small shoulders. The nun’s touch on her back felt like the blanket she has on this bed. Going to a new house would mean that she might not be able to take it with her.

        Her gaze fell on the disarrayed blanket on her bed where her open luggage rested. “Sister Faye, may I take the blanket with me?” 

        The bridges of her eyes hurt a bit. Then all of a sudden, she felt her tears fall from her eyes. Snow threw her arms around the nun. What if the one who will adopt her would be bad? Her embrace tightened. The nun patted her on the back and told her that she didn’t need to be scared. 

       Snow’s eyes widened and parted from Sister Faye’s grasp when she saw someone unfamiliar. She stared at him and Sister Faye told that he would be her new father. She wiped her tears with the back of her small palms. Sister Faye wanted her to come to where they are but she couldn’t move from where she was seated. 

       She only looked at the both of them, frozen on her seat on the bed she would leave forever.

[denvackraste]

@lacedrhapsody

        It was one of those times when she has to be left at their neighbour. Florian, her cousin, was still at school and she has finished her classes that day. Not wanting to make any ruckus or misbehave, Snow took out her puzzle box and started doing some. From time to time, she would look around her surroundings and look over the blonde beautiful woman who was looking after her.

       She would smile when their eyes would meet, but she would immediately go back to what she was doing. 

[denvackraste]

         Snow took a bite of the food that the other had made. She took her time on munching and let every taste burst throughout her tongue and throat. A few more chewing and a smile graced her pale face. Snow looked at them with glee and decided to take a few more bites.

       “It is delicious. What is this made of?” She tried to distinguish the flavors but she might be too young for that. 

@bcdviibcs

[denvackraste]

@wvtchy

      “Is it alright to look at this? What are you trying to do?” Little Snow tried to open the cover of whatever it was that was causing it to smoke. 

      She didn’t really know what to do, but wait until her aunt actually come pick her up from this home. Somehow she didn’t feel anything bad about them. Her gaze fell on the other and smiled at them. 

[venodemens]

@deccay in response to [x]

“It depends on what it is,” Darris replied, turning back to the board they were working on after he’d gotten the marker. He used to draw all the time when he was little, but...not so much anymore. Father didn’t like it when he showed interest in frivolous pursuits. But the teacher wasn’t Father. “I think the teacher cares more about us ‘being creative.’” Whatever that meant. “I don’t think he’ll like it if we just print things out.”

“I’ll draw other things in pencil first. If you think it’s bad, I can erase it.” He’d draw very, very light. So he put down the marker and picked up his pencil again. Soon. “Do you think you’ll be finished with your part of the writing by tomorrow?”