the swing
emclar
There was something about being on a swing that was oddly comforting to her. It reminded her of being a child; day in, day out, she'd be the one out in the middle of Mindelan, dangling from the swings, dragging her feet along, being a child that she wished she was sometimes. Kel was kept young by the children of New Hope; they were always running under people's feet, but the adults of the haven smiled at them.
And when Kel decided that she wanted to build a swing for New Hope, wanting to remember what it had been like for her as a child, as testament to what she had felt and hoping that the other children would enjoy it as much as she had.
Raoul came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. Kel rested her weight back up against him and smiled slightly. "I'm glad they're happy," she murmured, warm, fluffy feelings tickling her toes.
"I'm just glad you're happy," he murmured back, nuzzling her neck.
AN: SMACKDOWN fic, link is in my profile; check it out if you're interested. :)