It occurs to me that nobody really knows when anyone from Millennium was born, since they're all vampires and thus could've lived significantly longer than all the others. And nobody knows when Anderson was born either, since he's a regenerator and has looked the same since Maxwell, Yumiko/Yumie, and Heinkel were kids, and they're all in their late twenties/thirty range for age. Weird right? Just a thought I happened to have.
Prompt: Dragonfly toes.
"Eep!"
Yumiko froze, her eyes crossed to rest on the insect-like creature currently residing upon her button nose.
"H-Heinkel! Get it off!"
She trembled with the urge to flee but didn't move a muscle, and her companion peered at the bug on her nose.
"It's just a dragonfly Yumiko."
"His feet tickle! Get him off! Get him off!"
Heinkel calmly put her pointer finger beside Yumiko's nose and the dragonfly considered it, then hopped over.
Yumiko's scrunched-up face relaxed as her friend brought the delicate creature up to her own face to inspect it.
"His wings are so pretty. I wonder how he flies on them?"
Yumiko covered her nose as a precaution before leaning closer as well.
"You know, he is kinda cute when he isn't on my nose."
Heinkel suddenly stiffened and shrieked, trying to shake the dragonfly off her finger as it clung to her like a demented ring.
"What's wrong?!"
"HIS FEET! THEY TICKLE! THEY TICKLE!"
Yumiko stared at her friend for a full minute, then collapsed on her rear and laughed, making the blonde curse childishly and finally fling the bug off, shaking her fist at it as it flew off over the grounds.
"And don't come back!"
Prompt: A stolen ring.
Maxwell looked down at the shouting people without any remorse.
Madame said he wasn't her child and she was married to his father.
She had shown him her big fat ring and said that it proved he was no legitimate son.
So he had snatched it right off her fat finger when she was napping and threw it in the fishpond.
"Maxwell, did you touch your mother's ring?"
The servants blinked down at him like the brainless sheep they were.
"No. I wasn't anywhere near mother recently."
Lying through his teeth.
Finally his father found him and dismissed entirely with interrogation.
"WHERE DID YOU PUT IT!"
He was dragged up by his shirt as his father's furious face glared into his own.
He remained cold and calm.
"I put it where it belongs. In the fishpond."
He was thrown up against his bedroom wall as his father stormed out.
He got up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I can't wait to get out of here.
Prompt: Broken wristwatch.
"What are your sins, child?"
Alexander Anderson squirmed in his seat, rubbing his upper arm.
"I…I broke my father's new wristwatch."
His shameful murmur was caught by the priest on the other side of the screen, and he caught a murmur of cloth as the older man shifted.
"His watch?"
"Yes. It was new, and he told me I could have it for a little while, but then I dropped it on the concrete and the back opened and a bunch of gears came out and-"
"Peace, peace my child. You came to repent this, didn't you?"
He started in panic.
"Yes!"
His father would be furious if he found out; at least he could have the meager comfort that God forgave him!
"Well, it was just an accident, wasn't it?"
He nodded, then realized that the priest on the other side of the box couldn't hear a nod.
"Yes…"
"Well then. You know the Lord's prayer, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Recite it twelve times and tell your father the truth. I don't think he will be too mad at you."
"Yes sir! I mean, thank you Father."
He scooted off the bench and quickly scampered out into the bright sunlight, already chanting the familiar words over and over again in his head.