Title: Rest
Author: Altricial (altricial@livejournal.com)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Ginny
Category: Incestuous drabble
Ron learnt how to run before he knew how to crawl. He was barely nine-months old before he ran out into the garden all by himself and talked to the gnomes for hours in his own baby language. He ran when Arthur tried to get him back into the house and he ran when Molly tried to dress him in hand-me-downs. He hid from Percy because he thought Percy's head was big and scary, he fled from Bill and Charlie because he didn't like strangers (they were hardly ever home) and he ran from the twins, for good reason, because they like to make thing go boom. For months, the hands on the Weasley clock stayed at Chasing After Ron and then Ginny Weasley came along.
Author: Altricial (altricial@livejournal.com)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ron/Ginny
Category: Incestuous drabble
Ron learnt how to run before he knew how to crawl. He was barely nine-months old before he ran out into the garden all by himself and talked to the gnomes for hours in his own baby language. He ran when Arthur tried to get him back into the house and he ran when Molly tried to dress him in hand-me-downs. He hid from Percy because he thought Percy's head was big and scary, he fled from Bill and Charlie because he didn't like strangers (they were hardly ever home) and he ran from the twins, for good reason, because they like to make thing go boom. For months, the hands on the Weasley clock stayed at Chasing After Ron and then Ginny Weasley came along.
He was running around all alone in his room that day Ginny was born. He wasn't sure where he was running to or what he was running from but he knew he had to find a place where he'd belong. He didn't understand why his toys are all old when there was never anyone home to play with him. And then his mother came into his room that day, with a pink bundle of cloth pressed close to her chest, "Come say hello to your little sister, Ron." And Ron ran up to the little bundle and stared at the small freckled face that looked so much like his own. He crawled up into his bed and grabbed his sister's tiny fist in his and the Weasley clock sighed with his relief as its second shortest hand finally strike Home.