Hello one and all! Here is prompt number four: Confessions.
I hope all you wonderful people enjoy!
She wasn't surprised when the youngest of them came to her for guidance.
After all, matters of the heart are often best dealt with a gentle touch and she, being the most compassionate and verbally tactful of their small family, is the obvious choice.
He sat there in her Sitting Room, nervously sipping his tea, discussing the recent snowstorm increase around Russia and Norway and the effects to her fairy routine when he blurted it out.
"I'm in love with Bunny!"
Internally she squealed in joy. Finally! It's only taken you nearly twenty years since you became a Guardian to admit it.
Of course, she didn't say that out loud.
He sat there on her blue seat she had made especially for him, looking terrified. She sat his and her cups of tea down and grasped his hands together. She smiled gently at him and felt the tension from his confession sweep away.
The shy hesitantly spoken words of "so you don't hate me?" were quickly dismissed in a flurry of assurances and platitudes. One of her helpers, Baby Tooth as she had been dubbed, patted him on the cheek. Through words and actions, they reassured him that there was no hate, only affection to be given.
Privately, she thought they were good for each other. Sure, she had a soft spot for the younger, he was the little brother/son she never had, and he had the most gorgeous smile.
Sure, the older's dental care wasn't the best but she could look past that just this once.
The younger would lighten up the older and the older would ground the younger. She'd already seen the beginning of it.
Maybe it would even inspire the elder to brush his teeth every so often instead of chewing on a stick all the time.
And they would have the most wonderful marriage ceremony and maybe even be blessed with little ones. She knew the both of them wanted a family. Oh they would be lovely things, just like their fathers.
But she was getting off track.
After a while, she asked, "Does he know?"
"Of course not! He….he doesn't like me….like that. I'm just lucky to be his friend."
Her eyes widen. Is he blind to the way the other looks at him? Although knowing the both of them, it'll probably take another twenty years before one makes a move on the other.
But that's a confession she'll keep to herself.
