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vocab_drabblesTitle: Of Wallflowers and Fruit Trees
Fandom: Bridgerton (TV)
Author:starvalisedham
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton, Original Child Characters; Penelope/Colin
Colin plucks an orange from a tree and gently throws it at his unsuspecting son. The boy jolts at the fruit's sudden appearance on his lap; he then spies his grinning father by his exasperated mother and concludes: his father, newly returned from another trip abroad, is waging war with him and his cousins!
"Father," he says, petulant, but he grabs the offending fruit regardless and takes careful aim in retaliation.
Colin ducks under the projectile's wide angle and, with boyish, unrestrained laughter, he plucks another orange from a nearby branch.
"Colin..." Penelope says warningly. "Don't you dare instigate a food fight with the children."
"Oh, but we'll be very careful! Won't we, children?"
The children, slowly shedding their angelic miens as they turn into mischievous little miscreants the longer they spend time under their uncle's trickster influence, screech in a united chorus: "We promise, Uncle Colin!"
And then chaos--loud, raucous, joyfully bruising chaos--erupts.
It stands to reason for Penelope to seek shelter under the umbrage of a fruitless citrus tree, finding a seat among the roots; she is content to simply bear witness to her family and returns, with an affectionate sigh, to the wallflower ways of her youth.
Fandom: Bridgerton (TV)
Author:
starvalisedhamRating: G
Word Count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton, Original Child Characters; Penelope/Colin
Colin plucks an orange from a tree and gently throws it at his unsuspecting son. The boy jolts at the fruit's sudden appearance on his lap; he then spies his grinning father by his exasperated mother and concludes: his father, newly returned from another trip abroad, is waging war with him and his cousins!
"Father," he says, petulant, but he grabs the offending fruit regardless and takes careful aim in retaliation.
Colin ducks under the projectile's wide angle and, with boyish, unrestrained laughter, he plucks another orange from a nearby branch.
"Colin..." Penelope says warningly. "Don't you dare instigate a food fight with the children."
"Oh, but we'll be very careful! Won't we, children?"
The children, slowly shedding their angelic miens as they turn into mischievous little miscreants the longer they spend time under their uncle's trickster influence, screech in a united chorus: "We promise, Uncle Colin!"
And then chaos--loud, raucous, joyfully bruising chaos--erupts.
It stands to reason for Penelope to seek shelter under the umbrage of a fruitless citrus tree, finding a seat among the roots; she is content to simply bear witness to her family and returns, with an affectionate sigh, to the wallflower ways of her youth.
