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rainbowfic2013-08-30 02:41 pm
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Entry tags:
Paprika 19: Maman's Boy
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Maman's Boy
Timeline: 1109-ish
Colors: Paprika 19: Gotta slow it down, baby, gotta have some fun.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 354
Summary: Michel visits his mother.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Michel is Giselle's son by her first marriage. He is about 24 in this. Giselle is Anna's paternal aunt.
Michel walked into the nursery. His mother was sitting in a rocking chair and she was nodding off. His younger siblings were amusing themselves.
Michel smiled at the youngest, Delphine. She was playing with a little doll at their mother’s feet. She giggled when he came closer.
“Hello Delphi,” he said as he bent down to her level.
“Hello brother,” she said in a small voice.
Michel ruffled her dark curls. She looked very much like their mother but then again all of Giselle’s children favored her.
Giselle coughed in her sleep. Michel tapped his mother’s hand.
“Maman,” he said softly.
Delphine looked up.
“You gots to shake her to wake up her.”
Michel eyed his sister. “I don’t think I should do that.”
Delphine shrugged her small shoulders and returned to her doll.
“Maman,” Michel said again. Giselle didn’t respond.
Michel shook her shoulder. Her head snapped up. Her hands rose up to wipe the sleep out of her eyes. It took her a minute to focus on him.
“Michel?”
Michel smiled. “Yes it’s me.”
Giselle smiled. “You never visit.”
“I’m visiting now aren’t I?”
Giselle grinned. “Well you have a point there.”
Giselle started to rise up. Michel grimaced as her swollen belly made her movements cumbersome.
“How far along are you?”
“Oh I’d say about seven months or so,” Giselle said walking past her son.
Michel turned and watched his mother walk absentmindedly around the room.
“I hope this one is your last,” Michel said forwardly.
Giselle sighed. “You know how Theodore is.”
Michel frowned. “Yes, I know how he is but you’re middle aged now. He can’t expect you to keep popping out a kid every year.”
Giselle bristled. “I didn’t have a child last year or the year before that.”
“Yes because you were recovering from another miscarriage. I don’t mean to start anything but…”
Giselle came to him and put her hand on his shoulder. She smiled up at him.
“I taught you well didn’t I?”
Michel smiled. “Certainly better than Father or Theodore did.”
Giselle laughed. If only her husbands’ felt the same way as he did.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Maman's Boy
Timeline: 1109-ish
Colors: Paprika 19: Gotta slow it down, baby, gotta have some fun.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 354
Summary: Michel visits his mother.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Michel is Giselle's son by her first marriage. He is about 24 in this. Giselle is Anna's paternal aunt.
Michel walked into the nursery. His mother was sitting in a rocking chair and she was nodding off. His younger siblings were amusing themselves.
Michel smiled at the youngest, Delphine. She was playing with a little doll at their mother’s feet. She giggled when he came closer.
“Hello Delphi,” he said as he bent down to her level.
“Hello brother,” she said in a small voice.
Michel ruffled her dark curls. She looked very much like their mother but then again all of Giselle’s children favored her.
Giselle coughed in her sleep. Michel tapped his mother’s hand.
“Maman,” he said softly.
Delphine looked up.
“You gots to shake her to wake up her.”
Michel eyed his sister. “I don’t think I should do that.”
Delphine shrugged her small shoulders and returned to her doll.
“Maman,” Michel said again. Giselle didn’t respond.
Michel shook her shoulder. Her head snapped up. Her hands rose up to wipe the sleep out of her eyes. It took her a minute to focus on him.
“Michel?”
Michel smiled. “Yes it’s me.”
Giselle smiled. “You never visit.”
“I’m visiting now aren’t I?”
Giselle grinned. “Well you have a point there.”
Giselle started to rise up. Michel grimaced as her swollen belly made her movements cumbersome.
“How far along are you?”
“Oh I’d say about seven months or so,” Giselle said walking past her son.
Michel turned and watched his mother walk absentmindedly around the room.
“I hope this one is your last,” Michel said forwardly.
Giselle sighed. “You know how Theodore is.”
Michel frowned. “Yes, I know how he is but you’re middle aged now. He can’t expect you to keep popping out a kid every year.”
Giselle bristled. “I didn’t have a child last year or the year before that.”
“Yes because you were recovering from another miscarriage. I don’t mean to start anything but…”
Giselle came to him and put her hand on his shoulder. She smiled up at him.
“I taught you well didn’t I?”
Michel smiled. “Certainly better than Father or Theodore did.”
Giselle laughed. If only her husbands’ felt the same way as he did.