(A/N: I've been expeeeecting you~
Haha, just kidding. It's good to be back! :D Ready for the next little drabble? *I literally have noting else to say to you guys cough cough*
Would you do me the honour of please...
Reviewing?
...
What, you thought I was going to ask for you hand in marriage? I am WAY too fab for you ;* My sass is going to take over the world. No big deal.
But seriously, though. Your opinion means a lot to me, and honestly I wish I could read minds, but I can't. So project your feelings, queries, blah blah's to me! I'm open, guys!
I'm especially thankful for all of the follows I've gotten so far, but i'm afraid my fav box feels pretty envious.
Haha, who said I was asking you to fav this? *rubs shoulder cough cough*
Ahem, nothing, hehe.
Warnings: Some weird jokes. Sort-of stalking. Meh.
Disclaimer: Two words: don't own. That enough for you, government?!
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
...
An intriguing man he was.
Emma, sitting in a local mall Starbucks, ripped her gaze away from her friend (who was, admittedly, talking about useless things like purses and makeup and all that, and she didn't want to be all that involved), so distracted by his everything. Leather jacket tightly fitted around his shoulders, he smiled at his man-friend and held up a wait-a-second finger as a shrill cry was heard around the shopping centre. His friend nodded.
Unexpectedly for Emma, for she had thought that he was just on his way to the little men's room, the man crouched down to a crying 5-year-old, care and compassion filling his facial features.
She couldn't help it. She smiled, titling her head in affection.
It was quite rare of a man of such build to act like this. Not many were exactly family-oriented, if you catch my drift.
Tilting the little boy's head up slightly to look at him, the man looked over him understandingly, then turned his gaze to what was clenched in his chubby fingers. Emma could make out a large, plush dog, which was messily sewn together, patches of material was missing, had lost an eye, but she could see that that toy probably meant the world to the small child.
"What's his name?" The man asked curiously, his voice smooth and comforting, and his accent curling the ends of the words like ribbon. The kid opened his tear-filled eyes, sniffling adorably.
"Her name." he replied, petting the misshapen dog possessively. It was the little things that made the blonde appreciate the world for once. All the little things. At that, the cerulean-eyed man laughed. A deep, melodious thing it was. "Aye, sorry. What's her name?"
"Azure. Azure the doggie! It sounds cool!" The child smiled with glee, no trace of ever having cried seen any longer. Azure. Blue. Like his eyes. Azure was the word you could get closest to describing the almost faint colour of them.
"That it does, lad."
"My mommy says it's boring, but I think it suits her. Manny's my name, and that suits me, right?" The kid was far too adorable for his own good. The man raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Speaking of which, where is your mother, Manny?"
"I dunno." Manny said bluntly. Chuckling, the man took Manny's chubby little hand in his huge one.
"Then we know exactly what we're going to do next, don't we?" They smiled in unison, walking off in the direction of the Services lady.
This man was far too perfect. She was finally snapped out of her daydream by Elsa throwing the remains of her glass of water in her face.
"Hey!" the blonde spluttered furiously, water dripping down her jaw and onto her shirt like a drowned puppy. "What the hell was that for?!"
"You daydreaming about you and that dude frolicking on the beach, watching the sun going down below the shimmering, beautiful ocean while you talk about your future together, while you weren't listening to me!" Her friend deadpanned.
"First, I'm horrible with sand and water in general," Emma began, collecting some napkins from the table, wiping half on her face, half on her shirt. Elsa agreed with the first notion, and nodded admittedly. "Second, I think, with that much lovey-dovey stuff, you could be the next Twilight-writer-chick. Very nice adjectives. And third, we don't even know each other. That would be totally creepy. Especially coming from you."
Sighing, Elsa rolled her eyes. "Come on. Don't you believe in love at first stalk- I mean, sight?" Emma pushed her friend's shoulder good-heartedly.
"HA HA. Very funny, Elsa. Isn't that how you met Hans?"
"Not important."
"Whatever. You're weird."
"Meh. Never bothered me anyway." The architect shrugged indifferently. She knew her friend was in denial, and especially knew what love looked like.
Well, at least what her idea of love was, anyway.
She peered behind her, trying to catch a glimpse of the man, but (quite stereotypically, in fact) he was already gone.
"Aw, I missed him!" Elsa mock-pouted. "He must've been an interesting specimen.'
But thoughtful Emma ignored her tease.
"Interesting indeed."
'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
(A/N: Elsa and Emma, Killian and Manny... Adorable.
Leave a review and/or a fav or follow (if you haven't already) if you especially enjoyed this and want to hear more! :D I love you guys!
In two days time, comes the next instalment of...
~ Looking After You ~