prompt: violet
don't ask how I got this from that. I don't know the answer. for the packets of prompts challenge over on HPFC
It's a pretty thing, she supposes, when she stops looking at it.
Louis, even though they're siblings, doesn't really know her all that well.
And she's not quite sure when he started to knit, either.
"What the hell is that?"
She narrows her eyes at it, contemplating. "I think it's a scarf," she says after a moment. There's a scoff behind her before arms come around her shoulders, and Teddy leans his chin on her head.
The longer she stares at it, the worse it gets. It's an awful, frumpy thing with big violet roses knitted into pale blue yarn. It's longer than her arm span and not one inch of it is actually straight along the edges.
"I can't even remember the last time you wore a scarf," Teddy says, and she winces because she can feel the vibrations of his voice on the back of her head.
"Get off," she says, shooing him away. He laughs quietly and comes around the couch to sit at her feet.
Leaning his head on her knee, he says, "Where did you even get that?"
"Louis made it. I guess it's supposed to be a gift."
Teddy picks up one end of it and gives it a pointed look before looking at her again. "...at least he put in effort."
"Of a sort," she agrees. "A hat might've been nicer though. I might've even worn it."
"Might've," Teddy echoes.
"Indeed." She leans forward to wrap it around his neck, and he tilts his head to allow it. She has a feeling he'd let her dress him in the most hideous dress she could find, if only she could be bothered. "Perfect," she says when she's done. "Gorgeous, chéri. It'll protect you from the rain outside," she says, waving her hand vaguely to the window, where quiet rain hits the glass at irregular intervals.
"Thank you," Teddy says haughtily.
Her lips twitch. "You're welcome."
There's silence for a moment. Then, "No, but in all seriousness, what the hell was Louis doing?" Teddy asks, picking up the end of the scarf to examine it closer. "This thing is a train wreck."
"No idea. I'll send him a thank you card."
Teddy laughs, startled. "You can't say it to his face?"
"I'm not sure he'd believe I'm actually grateful."
Teddy keeps laughing, pressing his face helplessly into her knee. She combs her fingers through his lime green hair, humming at bit. "At least I've got you to make sure my holidays won't be full of things this horrific."
"Yes, yes," he agrees, pressing a kiss to her thigh. "You'll have me."
"I'll have you," she repeats, voice soft.