Date Written: 1/30/06
Rating: K+
Word Count: 234
Characters/Pairings: Cheri (Celi) Gwendal, Conrad and Wolfram
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Character abuse
Notes: For Sarah and Nicole, because they asked for it.
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Cheri sighed, watching her young middle son. Lately, she had noticed that he only had one emotion--smiling indiference. No matter what happened, the damn fake smile never left his face.
She was discussing the matter with Gwendal, who agreed. Wolfram, still just a cute blonde cherub of a child, was playing next to them.
When he heard Conrad's name, he turned to look seriously at his oldest brother and mother. "Little big brother doesn't have a problem!"
"Yes he does, Wolf," Cheri said, running her fingers through the blonde locks her son had inherited. "All he does is smile, and that's it."
"But I like his smile!"
"So do we," Gwendal replied, leaning forward to get closer to Wolfram's level. "But that's ALL he does. No one smiles all the time, it's not normal."
Wolfram thought about this for a moment, then snatched up his wooden practice sword and ran towards Conrad. Confused, the two elders watched the younger boys practice their swordplay until Wolfram thwacked Conrad hard between the legs with his weapon.
The poor brunette boy, surprised and shocked and no longer smiling, fell to the ground, bent over halfway. Wolfram ran back to his mother and oldest brother, his pale cheeks flushed from activity.
"See? He's not smiling now!"
Gwendal crossed his legs smoothly at the knee.
Cheri had to leave the room--her laughing would definately give Wolf the wrong idea.
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