|whoaaaa I haven't posted anything in a while sorry|
After the Scarf: Jeanne"(Name)?"After the Scarf: Jeanne by Zephyros22
You opened your eyes, faintly aware of a commotion going on in the background. A familiar face filled your vision, Rivaille's expression taut and serious, his lips dipping down ever so slightly in a concerned frown.
You smiled up at him softly, fatigue wearing on your body. "Yes?" You asked quietly, reaching up to his face and cupping your hand against his cheek. Rivaille's mouth tugged at a tiny smile.
He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You scared me." he murmured against your skin, but you could feel the smile on his lips.
A small, wailing cry sounded from the other side of the room. You both looked up, to find a nurse advancing towards the pair of you, a small figure swaddled in a pink blanket.
"It's a girl." She told the two of you as she placed the small body in your arms. You peeled away the blanket gently, gazing down and the small writhing figure in your arms. She was pale, for a newborn. Small tufts of dark hair sprinkled her head. You kne
After the Scarf: Missing in ActionIt had been a week.After the Scarf: Missing in Action by Zephyros22
You thought this to yourself as you sat in a rocking chair, staring out the window in the living room of your house. The quiet squeaking of the chair was the only sound in the house, along with your quiet breathing. The ingredients to that night's dinner lay untouched on the counter. You had recently lost your appetite in the latest stage of your pregnancy.
A small sigh escaped your lips. You rested your hands on your bulging stomach, a sad smile forming on your lips.
A knock sounded quietly at the door.
"Come in." You called. The door opened, revealing a shaggy head of hair. Jean peeked around the door, and upon seeing you in the rocking chair, stepped into the cottage.
"Hey." He greeted. "I um...brought you dinner." To emphasize this, he set a small bag down on the table.
You shot your best friend a grateful smile. "Thanks Jean, but I'm not really hungry."
Jean looked at you worriedly. "You said that last time I visited, and from what Christa told me, you said yes
|art/literature/etc that definitely deserves attention!|