so i just got back from hockey practice and wrote this random thing that i think is pretty cute if not a little brief XD remember how i said i wanted to write something with them being younger? well here it is!
disclaimer: the adorable jez and morgead and the rest of the night world belong to LJ and not me (darn) and our favourite vampire gang leaders/circle daybreak members shall be like imma say 6 and 7 here. enjoy :)
My Prince
Unlike a lot of other kids their age, Jez and Morgead were aloud out after dark. Morgead was, of course, allowed out any time he wanted.
It was very nearly eleven o'clock; it was dark, damp, and humid, and Jez and Morgead were playing in the woods. They giggled and screamed as they chased fireflies through the trees, tripping over roots and skinning their knees.
Eventually, the pair collapsed against the trunk of a large elm in a fit of giggles.
"Jez, look!" Morgead pounced forwards and landed with his hands covering something. He turned around with a toothy grin and showed Jez his hands. "A frog!"
It was big and fat and warty, and Jez said, "Cool!"
He held it up to her face. "You should kiss it, that way it'll turn into a prince!"
"Eww, no way," Jez shrieked, pushing his hands back at him. "You kiss it!"
"It'll only work if a princess kisses it!"
But the frog had been thrust around in open hands for too long. With a slow, throaty croak, it leapt from Morgead's palms and began hopping away.
"No," Morgead cried, diving for it.
But with a fierce wail, Jez lunged on top of Morgead, tackling him to the ground right before the frog. It blinked slowly at them and then hopped under a fern.
"Jez, look what you did; you've let your prince get away!"
"Then I'll make you my prince," Jez cackled, planting a big kiss on Morgead's head, pushing his face right into the ground.
Morgead came up spitting dirt while he shoved Jez off of him. "It doesn't work like that," he scolded, sitting up beside his assailant.
"Why not?" Jez sniffed. "You said a princess has to kiss it, and you're as ugly as that slimy old frog, so I think it should work!"
Morgead growled and lunged for Jez but she was too quick. She scrambled to her feet, chanting, "Morgead's an ugly toad, Morgead's an ugly toad!" and darting away.
He chased her all around, yelling for her to take it back, but she swore she wouldn't and went on chanting.
Eventually the pair tired themselves out, but not before Jez had ambushed her prince from behind a tree with a crown of twigs and burrs and declared him the Prince of the Pond. And then the two young vampires were yawning and swaying on their feet, and Morgead was picking burrs out of his hair as they slowly made their way home.
short and sweet you guys ;) yeah i've obviously not been doing much with my march break other than hang out with a few people ;P but i'm loving it and i've gotten like four chapters posted so...review :)