Philip 'Pip' Whitfield (pipwhit) wrote in letscruise, @ 2008-07-05 13:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | pip whitfield, trystan van |
Who Pip, Trystan and (omg!) Scott and Lettie Whitfield.
Where The ship!
When Saturday
What Pip's mother effin' parents are on board!
Rating/Status tba/in progress
"Awfully big, isn't it, Lettie?"
"Scott, you complain about little dories back home, and now we got this big blinking barge, and you are complaining?"
"I might complain more if I wasn't distracted by that beautiful dress you have on, love."
"Oh, come off it, old man, trying to soften me up."
"Aye, and that smile tells me it's working."
"Can't help but smile at an old fool, love."
"I'll take it."
Scott and Lettie Whitfield stood at the dock, bags at their feet as they looked up at the ship their son worked on. They had flown over from Lerwick-or rather, the closest airport to Lerwick-to be there and now that they were, the excitement over seeing their only child was obviously building, with how Scott was rocking on his heels a bit and Lettie kept looking at the door which Phillip would come through to greet them.
"You think he's running late?"
"He's our son, Lettie, he's running fashionably late at the least."
"We get to meet Trystan, you know."
"And how could I not know, what with you telling me every hour, might I ask, my darling wife?"
"Oh, hush," Though she smiled a bit as she walked over to put an arm around Scott's waist, his arm falling around her shoulders with the comfort and ease of a long married couple in love, "You know how I get."
"I do, and I love it," He kissed her forehead gently, "So, by all means, fret and fuss, because I'll just keep smiling."
"Oh, Scott," Laying her head against the man's shoulder with a little chuckle, Lettie heard him make a little noise of surprise.
"And here he is."
Pip was on the verge of insanity, he was so excited. He had counted down to the very minute they were going to go and pick up his parents, and surely to God Trystan had had to tell him to peel himself off the ceiling at least twice. He had changed his outfit several times to be wearing just the right thing-a blue button up and jeans, it turned out, was right-and he had fussed with his hair. In his defense, he never told Trystan to change, and thought what he was wearing was perfect at first glance. He thought Trystan was perfect period, though so that wasn't too much of a surprise.
"Mum! Da!" He was off, hand that was holding Trystan's when they got off the boat letting go as he tore for the pair of older Scots, his arms going around them both as Scott let out a laugh that echoed in his son often enough.
"Whoa now, we're old, careful!" The elder Whitfield exclaimed as Lettie was just loving it, hugging her son tight. Of course, the hug wasn't too long, as Pip stood back, one hand on Scott's shoulder, the other on his mother's arm, and he turned to look at Trystan, not wanting him left out for along.
"Guys, this is Trystan. My boyfriend," He nodded a little as Lettie smiled widely and patted Pip's chest and Scott gave a nod of his head to the man.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, Trystan. We've heard a lot about you," He said, moving to offer his hand to the young man.
"Every email, you know, your name's there," Lettie supplied, getting a swat from Pip.
"Mum."