Challenge 15: The Meaning of a Kiss
Category:Gen(canon)
Ratings/Warnings:K
Characters/Pairings:Isolde
Words:292
She stood in front of their little cottage, her bare feet wiggling in the grass. Mother had said that he might not come, but Isolde knew better than that. He always came home.
The sun was starting to set when she heard it, the sound of big feet crunching over forest floor. Her heart started to pound and she ran towards the figure. Once she reached him she jumped at him, throwing her tiny arms around his neck and squealed with delight when he spun her through the air.
"Papa! You're home!" Isolde buried her head in his neck, breathing in his earthy sent.
"Of course I'm home, my little Woodpecker, where else would I be?"
"Mama said you might not come home this time. She said the bad king might get you." She turned to look at his face as she said this, and noticed he had new lines that weren't there before. She slowly reached out a finger and traced them, almost reverently. Her father closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm too quick for the bad king to get me, he'd have to send out a whole army just to catch me." Then he pecked her little finger before planting a swift kiss on her forehead and setting her on the ground. "Now come along, I'm anxious to see your mother."
Weeks later, Isolde would sit on the grass and remember this moment, hating that her father had lied to her. No one could hide from the bad king, not even her father. The place where his lips had last touched her forehead would burn as she cried silently and she made a promise to her long gone father.
I will never let the bad king win.
