Author: Aradia
Title: Kitchen Window
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Summary: Her fingers danced on the rim of the sink, making tiny tin echoes with her painted nails.
Thanks to M3 and Isie for the awesome betas
!!!
"The rain stopped. I think it's done for a while." Joyce turned from the kitchen window. Her youngest daughter was standing at the counter picking at the food in front of her.
"Dawn, Honey, don't play with your food."
Dawn drowned one more piece of meatloaf into her mashed potato volcano and then dropped her spoon on top of it, causing the gravy to splatter over her green beans. She pushed the plate back violently and pouted.
"The potatoes suck." She said.
"She tried Dawn. I guess she can't be good at everything." Joyce chuckled at her older daughter's lack of culinary skills. "I'll tell you what," She stood behind Dawn and leaned down to circle her shoulders. "Later on we'll go for a McDonalds run. How does that sound?"
Dawn stood up and pushed back from the counter violently enough to have her stool hit the wall. She walked to the fridge and opened it. She stared blankly into its depths and chewed a piece of long brown hair. Joyce's eyes lost their amusement, going blank as her mouth pursed in annoyance. Less than a moment later the look faded away and she sighed.
"You are so much like your sister. You pout just like she does."
"There's nothing to eat." Dawn said. She shut the door and walked around Joyce to pick up her dishes.
"Are you turning down my offer of McDonalds? You must be really mad at me." Dawn dumped her dishes into the sink and stared out the window.
"It's still overcast." She said, still chewing on her hair. It was a somewhat disgusting habit that she barely noticed. Her fingers danced on the rim of the sink, making tiny tin echoes with her painted nails. Joyce gently placed her hand over Dawn's but didn't stop her movement. Voices drifted past them from the dining room: Buffy and Willow, quietly talking and researching.
"Do you think it was okay?" Buffy asked, lowering her voice even further so Dawn wouldn't overhear.
"The funeral was beautiful, Willow assured her, "It was classy. Just like Joyce." She glanced towards the kitchen before going back to her computer.
In the kitchen, Dawn watched the clouds drift across the sky. They didn't look like they'd ever go away. It had been raining for days and the weatherman was calling for yet more in the next week. Dawn saw nothing in the skies to discredit his prediction, although she figured all weathermen had to be evil.
"The rain stopped. The sun will be out soon."
Fin
Title: Kitchen Window
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Summary: Her fingers danced on the rim of the sink, making tiny tin echoes with her painted nails.
Thanks to M3 and Isie for the awesome betas
!!!
"The rain stopped. I think it's done for a while." Joyce turned from the kitchen window. Her youngest daughter was standing at the counter picking at the food in front of her.
"Dawn, Honey, don't play with your food."
Dawn drowned one more piece of meatloaf into her mashed potato volcano and then dropped her spoon on top of it, causing the gravy to splatter over her green beans. She pushed the plate back violently and pouted.
"The potatoes suck." She said.
"She tried Dawn. I guess she can't be good at everything." Joyce chuckled at her older daughter's lack of culinary skills. "I'll tell you what," She stood behind Dawn and leaned down to circle her shoulders. "Later on we'll go for a McDonalds run. How does that sound?"
Dawn stood up and pushed back from the counter violently enough to have her stool hit the wall. She walked to the fridge and opened it. She stared blankly into its depths and chewed a piece of long brown hair. Joyce's eyes lost their amusement, going blank as her mouth pursed in annoyance. Less than a moment later the look faded away and she sighed.
"You are so much like your sister. You pout just like she does."
"There's nothing to eat." Dawn said. She shut the door and walked around Joyce to pick up her dishes.
"Are you turning down my offer of McDonalds? You must be really mad at me." Dawn dumped her dishes into the sink and stared out the window.
"It's still overcast." She said, still chewing on her hair. It was a somewhat disgusting habit that she barely noticed. Her fingers danced on the rim of the sink, making tiny tin echoes with her painted nails. Joyce gently placed her hand over Dawn's but didn't stop her movement. Voices drifted past them from the dining room: Buffy and Willow, quietly talking and researching.
"Do you think it was okay?" Buffy asked, lowering her voice even further so Dawn wouldn't overhear.
"The funeral was beautiful, Willow assured her, "It was classy. Just like Joyce." She glanced towards the kitchen before going back to her computer.
In the kitchen, Dawn watched the clouds drift across the sky. They didn't look like they'd ever go away. It had been raining for days and the weatherman was calling for yet more in the next week. Dawn saw nothing in the skies to discredit his prediction, although she figured all weathermen had to be evil.
"The rain stopped. The sun will be out soon."
Fin