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rainbowfic2013-03-07 12:04 am
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Skyblue pink with strpied polka dots 9 - Alice Blue 3 - Acantus 9 - Eraser - Brush
Name: Kana
Title: Fear
Story: Circle Never Ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Skyblue pink with striped polka dots 9 You're in pretty good shape for the shape you're in - Alice blue 3 I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then - Acanthus 9 Fireplace poker
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Orphanage AU) – Brush (Meritorious)
Word count: 309
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Very vague mention of child abuse.
Summary: Freya immediately notices it when something is wrong.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Freya frowns when she opens the door to the living room. There is no music. No laughter. No fighting. Instead there is an unnatural silence.
Walking in she sees Thea - one of the care takers - sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around a girl. Freya goes over to one of the boys standing near. Can clearly read the pity and the pain in his eyes.
"What happened?"
He shivers when he turns his head to look at her, his eyes having trouble looking away from the crying girl.
"Her father passed by. Unannounced. Freaked out. They both did. I can't blame her."
Freya shakes her head. Feels how she starts boiling inside.
"Why did he come?"
The boy finally looks at her. Anger.
"He wanted her to come home again."
Closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath. Hands clenched to fists. Only for a second. Before she places a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder and walking over to the kitchen.
Tea. And pancakes. It always helps. A little. Perhaps not much. But it helps.
Ten minutes later everybody is sitting around the table. It's enough for now. Just being with each other. No one talks about what has happened. They don't need to. Everyone present knows what it is like. What it feels like. They know silent comfort and acting normally means much more now than anything else.
Looking around Freya sees most of the children wearing a sweater. It's only then that she notices she is feeling a little cold as well. Without a word she stands up, of course all eyes follow her. She sees the smiles when she pokes up the open fire. She loves the hearth. Loves sitting in front of it on a lazy Sunday afternoon, with a hot chocolate and a good book and music playing in the background.
Title: Fear
Story: Circle Never Ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Skyblue pink with striped polka dots 9 You're in pretty good shape for the shape you're in - Alice blue 3 I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then - Acanthus 9 Fireplace poker
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Orphanage AU) – Brush (Meritorious)
Word count: 309
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Very vague mention of child abuse.
Summary: Freya immediately notices it when something is wrong.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Freya frowns when she opens the door to the living room. There is no music. No laughter. No fighting. Instead there is an unnatural silence.
Walking in she sees Thea - one of the care takers - sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around a girl. Freya goes over to one of the boys standing near. Can clearly read the pity and the pain in his eyes.
"What happened?"
He shivers when he turns his head to look at her, his eyes having trouble looking away from the crying girl.
"Her father passed by. Unannounced. Freaked out. They both did. I can't blame her."
Freya shakes her head. Feels how she starts boiling inside.
"Why did he come?"
The boy finally looks at her. Anger.
"He wanted her to come home again."
Closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath. Hands clenched to fists. Only for a second. Before she places a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder and walking over to the kitchen.
Tea. And pancakes. It always helps. A little. Perhaps not much. But it helps.
Ten minutes later everybody is sitting around the table. It's enough for now. Just being with each other. No one talks about what has happened. They don't need to. Everyone present knows what it is like. What it feels like. They know silent comfort and acting normally means much more now than anything else.
Looking around Freya sees most of the children wearing a sweater. It's only then that she notices she is feeling a little cold as well. Without a word she stands up, of course all eyes follow her. She sees the smiles when she pokes up the open fire. She loves the hearth. Loves sitting in front of it on a lazy Sunday afternoon, with a hot chocolate and a good book and music playing in the background.
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Tea and pancakes can be so good and comforting sometimes.. ^^