Christina Frost (whosperfectnow) wrote,
@ 2010-07-21 15:21:00

Unexpected.
Justin was at work and Tina was home alone. She still didn't understand why he insisted on having his own place when the truth was that he spent the night with her every night, particularly now that she was recovering from her "car accident." Nevermind that she was nearly completely back to her normal self.

Tina had let herself sleep in a bit, made some lunch, and had settled in on the couch to watch the Science channel. There had been a program about mermaids on History, another discussion of what was fact and what was fiction. Tina had opted to skip it. She had a few childhood memories that weren't contaminated by darker deeds; she knew damn well what was real and what was not.

That and it just wasn't a day for more painful nostalgia.

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	nextgen_parent 2010-07-22 11:52 pm UTC (link)
	"I will return and see you again, if you like. Perhaps you, Kassia, Marrina and I can go out and have lunch. I will tolerate the surface for all three of you, a few times a year." Namor says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

whosperfectnow
2010-07-23 12:08 am UTC (link)

The closer they had all gotten to the holidays the more anxious little Christina had been. Every year when other children in the little seaside town had started glowing and babling about what they were going to ask Santa for, Tina had shut down. There were no letters to the North Pole, no requests for elaborate things--Kassia frankly did enough of that for both of them. Tina had just sat quiety, even on Christmas morning, peeking quietly to see if any of the boxes under the tree might have her name and have something magical inside.

There were always boxes with her name but while Kassia squealed about the shiny things she'd gotten Tina had always gotten more practical things. Even the dolls seemed purposeful, not decked out in evening wear. She's a practical child Emma had said and it wasn't untrue; it was just that there had always been more to the dark-haired girl and no one saw.

The last Christmas before everything came apart had followed much the same pattern with Tina's quietness and the polite checking of boxes while Kassia squealed and oohed and Tina checked the seams of her new pajamas. It was though it were scripted except for one little box. Slim, small, and rattly when moved Tina was visibly surprised when Namor handed it to her. Pencils? she had asked with an uplift to her voice that could have been mistaken for hope. No. Inside the box was something shiny, something bright, something magic: a charm bracelet with three little ocean-themed charms. It had been too big for her tiny wrists, but that was easily adjusted and truth was Tina still had it, though the charms had never grown past the three and she rarely looked at it for fear she'd remember and miss something she'd barely had. But her eyes had lit up like diamonds that morning and the stone-faced girl who was less child and more stoic than anything even at a tender age beamed with a happiness so bright she glowed from the inside out.

After Namor spoke with a half promise, half offer to see her again--a few times a year even!--it was Christmas all over again.

"I would like that. I would like that very, very much."

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