France x Kata x Iceland (Part 1 of 2)Please read description!More Like This
In my cold hands lay a cup of hot tea, and a braille book opened out in front of me. It was cold and it was still the beginning of fall. I sat in my bed, feeling the bumps slide under my fingers, telling me many stories about adventure.
"Bonjour. Comment allez-vous?"
A voice rung as I heard the door, that was to the right of me, click open. I turned my head towards that direction and smile.
"I am fine as always, Francis."
"It seems so. It's getting very chilly outside."
The Frenchman walks towards my bed and I reach my hands out to feel messy, wavy strands of hair, and I slid my delicate fingers towards the side of his face to his shaggy chin. Francis Bonnefoy. He was a kind man whom I had met several years ago, introduced by my father, Ivan. I was very shy and timid, but I was always open to Francis, because he was a playful man who didn't mind my disability or my independent personality.
"Kata, what are you drinking?"
"Tea Mr. Kirkl
Tell Me A Story: Chapter 10A Tale of Two SistersMore Like This
There were few things in the world as peaceful as curling up underneath a warm quilt with a book, especially on a cold winter night. But Lightning had a feeling that her peace wouldn’t be lasting much longer. The pitter-patter of small feet came from outside her door, and there was only one person in the house with feet that small.
Lightning smiled. She had to hand it to Diana. Normally, her younger daughter was quite noisy. She liked to throw what little weight she had around. It probably made her feel bigger, which was something that Diana wanted with every fibre of her being. But Diana could also sneak around when she had to.
It was just a pity that Lightning was used to people sneaking around – she happened to be married to one of the sneakiest people in the world and her sister-in-law was almost as bad. So Diana had a long, long way to go before she would be able to sneak up on Lightning. Not that Lightning minded her trying. Diana was at h
Tell Me A Story: Chapter 9The Ugly DucklingMore Like This
Fang was used to a lot of different reactions when she went to pick Diana up from school. However, this was not one of them. Instead of tackling her with all the noise and force of a small avalanche, her little girl trudged past in complete silence with her head down. Diana didn’t even look up when Fang reached out to take her schoolbag.
“How was your day, Diana?” If this were a cartoon, Fang was certain that miniature storm clouds would have gathered around her daughter’s head.
“It was okay.” Diana sniffled, and Fang paused mid-step. Something had made Diana sad, and she was going to find out what it was. Then she was going to kill it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Fang spotted Averia. The pink haired girl and Claire were going to spend the night at their friend Yuna’s house. The three of them had a group assignment due in by the end of the week, and the sleepover was supposed to help them finish it. Knowing them, howe
Tell Me A Story: Chapter 2Five Hundred YearsMore Like This
The first inkling that Serah Farron had that something, most likely mischievous, was going on in her living room was when she heard a loud thump. A moment later, the loud thump was followed by giggling and the sound of something heavy being pushed across the living room carpet. More than a little curious as to what exactly was going – and, from past experience with her daughter and nieces, a little fearful – she put down the potato she was peeling and peeked into the living room.
The television was still on, but none of the children were watching it. Instead, all three of the girls were busy constructing what looked to be some kind of fort. As usual, Diana had put herself in charge and rather than actually help, the little black haired girl had taken to giving orders, only half of which made any real kind of sense. Most of the actual work was left to Claire and Averia who were pushing two of the couches and some chairs together to form the walls of the fort.
Tell Me A Story: Chapter 1Éclair and the BeastMore Like This
Fang looked down at the mess in the microwave and grimaced. It wasn't that she couldn't cook – she was a survivor if nothing else – but even after years of practice, she still hadn't gotten completely used to the technology that the former inhabitants of Cocoon seemed to love so much. Well, at least she still had a few hours before Lightning got back. The other woman might not be as good a cook as Serah, but she was no slouch in the kitchen, and Lightning was just as uptight about keeping the kitchen tidy as she was about keeping everything else tidy.
"Mommy, what's taking so long? Did you burn the popcorn again?"
With one last grimace, Fang took the blackened remains of the popcorn from the microwave and dumped the whole mess into the rubbish bin. The scorch marks on the inside of the microwave would just have to wait till later. As she ambled back into the living room, Fang felt a grin slip onto her face. Her two kids were there on the couch, curled up und