Post by pinkie on Sept 30, 2008 3:32:07 GMT -5
Book that dentist appointment now - shameless fluff ahead!
Written in haste because we need these thirty prompts done before midnight.
Pomona looked at Filius, sound asleep in his seat, his book in his lap. The wireless was softly playing in the background and Pomona had been knitting a little jumper for one of her many nieces. They had shared a companiable silence and she had felt secure, safe and very happy. Even after all these years, Pomona never tired of Filius. Even if they were just sitting together, each doing their own thing.
Pomona counted her stitches, pulled at the string and continued the rhythmic clicking of her needles. She thought about the reasons why she and Filius formed such a steady couple. Probably because they complemented each other and had the same basic ideas about morals and ideals.
When they had first met, Pomona had fallen in love with his quick wit, his intelligence and his honesty. She had loved the way they could talk for hours, or be quiet together. She had enjoyed their snuggling and how their love had grown without the nervousness she had felt with former boyfriends. At some point during their courtship, she had suddenly realised she thought he would be a good father.
While that had scared her at first and she had been reluctant to share this thought with him, Filius had quickly replied that if he had thought she would not be a good mother, he would have ended this long ago. He had told her he found her warm and funny and wise and practical.
Filius' spectacles were slowly falling from his nose. Pomona put down her knitting to wake him up. When she softly shook him, his eyes opened and he smiled widely at her. Pomona smiled back and gave him a quick kiss.
"Come on, dear. Lets go to bed." she said and Filius took her hand. Together they went up. The next day, as the sun rised, Pomona was woken up with the smell of tea and toast. A pink rose stood on the tray.
"Happy anniversary, honey." Filius said.
"Happy anniversary..." Pomona replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Happy 53rd anniversary..." she yawned. Filius laughed and tickled her. Pomona burst into a giggle and thought:
"At the root is is just having lots of fun!"
Written in haste because we need these thirty prompts done before midnight.
prompt #2 -roots-
Pomona looked at Filius, sound asleep in his seat, his book in his lap. The wireless was softly playing in the background and Pomona had been knitting a little jumper for one of her many nieces. They had shared a companiable silence and she had felt secure, safe and very happy. Even after all these years, Pomona never tired of Filius. Even if they were just sitting together, each doing their own thing.
Pomona counted her stitches, pulled at the string and continued the rhythmic clicking of her needles. She thought about the reasons why she and Filius formed such a steady couple. Probably because they complemented each other and had the same basic ideas about morals and ideals.
When they had first met, Pomona had fallen in love with his quick wit, his intelligence and his honesty. She had loved the way they could talk for hours, or be quiet together. She had enjoyed their snuggling and how their love had grown without the nervousness she had felt with former boyfriends. At some point during their courtship, she had suddenly realised she thought he would be a good father.
While that had scared her at first and she had been reluctant to share this thought with him, Filius had quickly replied that if he had thought she would not be a good mother, he would have ended this long ago. He had told her he found her warm and funny and wise and practical.
Filius' spectacles were slowly falling from his nose. Pomona put down her knitting to wake him up. When she softly shook him, his eyes opened and he smiled widely at her. Pomona smiled back and gave him a quick kiss.
"Come on, dear. Lets go to bed." she said and Filius took her hand. Together they went up. The next day, as the sun rised, Pomona was woken up with the smell of tea and toast. A pink rose stood on the tray.
"Happy anniversary, honey." Filius said.
"Happy anniversary..." Pomona replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Happy 53rd anniversary..." she yawned. Filius laughed and tickled her. Pomona burst into a giggle and thought:
"At the root is is just having lots of fun!"
