Drabble: Being There
Feb. 18th, 2013 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvenavariFandom: Rise of the Guardians
Pairing: None
Prompt: Jack watching a grown Pippa
Jack stood outside the house that Pippa’s husband had built for her just before they had married. It was well built; his sister had chosen well… not that he had expected any less of her. The window to her son’s, his nephew’s, room was open, the nights just warm enough to leave it open. Leaning in on the window sill he listened to Pippa sing the lullaby that their mother had always sung to them. The familiar words brought tears to Jack’s eyes and a pain to his heart. He wanted to be there… wanted to see Pippa, wanted her to see him. He wanted to be involved in his nephew’s life and not just as a spirit who could just make him cold from time to time.
“I love you momma,” the little boy whispered sleepily.
Pippa brushed his brown hair away from his eyes. “I love you too Jack.”
Jack sighed and pressed a finger to the glass in the window, watching the frost spread in intricate swirls before launching himself into the air.
Pairing: None
Prompt: Jack watching a grown Pippa
Jack stood outside the house that Pippa’s husband had built for her just before they had married. It was well built; his sister had chosen well… not that he had expected any less of her. The window to her son’s, his nephew’s, room was open, the nights just warm enough to leave it open. Leaning in on the window sill he listened to Pippa sing the lullaby that their mother had always sung to them. The familiar words brought tears to Jack’s eyes and a pain to his heart. He wanted to be there… wanted to see Pippa, wanted her to see him. He wanted to be involved in his nephew’s life and not just as a spirit who could just make him cold from time to time.
“I love you momma,” the little boy whispered sleepily.
Pippa brushed his brown hair away from his eyes. “I love you too Jack.”
Jack sighed and pressed a finger to the glass in the window, watching the frost spread in intricate swirls before launching himself into the air.
