| Drabble: Lullaby |
[19 Mar 2011|04:15pm] |
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Terence was dancing. His first born – tiny and perfect and far more precious than any snitch – was cradled against his body as he swayed back and forth to the beat of the soft song he was singing under his breath. “Baby mine, don't you cry,” he murmured, “baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.”
As his eyes were all but closed, he never noticed Melinda watching him from the nursery door. Nor did he see the uncharacteristic softness in her eyes.
“But you're so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine,” he whispered as he laid the sleeping infant so very, very carefully down into the crib. By the time he'd managed to tear himself away and head for the door, Melinda was gone.
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| Drabble: Agravaine and Katie |
[19 Mar 2011|04:33pm] |
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| Drabble: Terence and Melinda |
[19 Mar 2011|09:18pm] |
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| Drabble: Ollie and the Chasers Three |
[19 Mar 2011|09:34pm] |
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