http://little-annachen.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] little-annachen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] darker_london2008-01-21 05:35 pm

Bonding (Anna, Mara, lots of people, open)

By the time Peter, Tasha and Anna approached the house at 137 Prince Albert Road, it was already quite full. Flynn was sitting on Quinn's lap, Stuart and Abby were in the kitchen arguing over silly things and swatting each other with ladles. Jax was visiting too, and Thomas was reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone aloud to Mara as she snuggled up against Spectre on the sofa.

Mara looked alarmed though, when she felt the presence of angels approaching. "Someone's coming!" She said quickly, obviously frightened.

"It's alright." Thomas said, marking his spot in the book. He kissed her head and he went to the door. "I'll make sure it's alright." Thomas opened the door to a rather shocked looking Peter who was poised to know. "Peter!" Thomas grinned and he kissed his best friend on the forehead. Then he hugged Anna and Tasha and led them into the house. "Mara, this is Peter, Anna and Tasha."

Mara looked terribly shy, but she waved at them anyway. She was scared of Peter because he felt like an angel, and she didn't want anyone to make her see things again. She hid behind Spectre's arm a little until Anna bounced right over to her. "Hi, Mara!" Anna said happily. "I'm Anna. Do you like playing tea party?"

Mara looked slightly interested then. "I...I don't know how to play." And by that she sort of meant in general...

Anna had been expecting that from what her daddy had told her. "That's okay, I can teach you. Abby, do you have tea party things?!"

Abby looked absolutely charmed. "I have a wonderful surprise for you both. I'll show you something very special, come on." She held out her hands for both girls and Anna bounded over to her to take one. Mara sort of scrambled behind them, steering clear of Peter as she did so.

Once they were gone, Thomas turned to Spectre. "If Abby breaks out her precious tea set, I'll give her a gold medal. She used to try to bite my hand off if I touched it. Though...to be fair, I was trying to fill the cups with mud..."

[identity profile] in-deliria.livejournal.com 2008-01-21 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
"A medal?! Is it for beating him at arm wrestling?!" Abby said excitedly.

"You beat Thomas at arm-wrestling?" Peter said, incredulous.

"Well I did threaten to hide his teddy bear if he didn't let me win. And before you ask when this was, it was yesterday." Abby winked. "That so deserves a medal!" And Peter just chuckled.

Thomas squeezed Tasha's hands lightly and he kissed her forehead. "Very well actually. I'm all me again. It feels just....really good. I can't even remember why I acted the way I did last time. I can't imagine doing or saying those things...which is uhm..probably for the best." Thomas lapsed into silence for a moment and then he cleared his throat. "And how are you, Tasha?"

Mara was enthralled by the beautiful tea set Abby had just given her. It was gorgeous and so delicate and pink. And Abby had said she was saving it for her daughter but she wanted Mara to have it instead. Mara didn't know it was because Abby couldn't have children. She just knew it made her feel amazingly special. And Anna was good at that too. They sat and sipped at their pretend tea, until Mara looked down at the little saucer and asked, "your daddy. He's an angel right?"

"He used to be." Anna said, putting the teacup back on the saucer. "But he wasn't born that way like us."

"Does...does he make you see things?" Mara asked with an involuntary shudder.

"No." Anna said, shaking her head. "He never would." Not even if he could, which he couldn't anymore. Peter had given up that ability the second he'd received it. Peter Kemp did not want to be an angel. "My daddy's a good man. He's not my birth daddy. He died and then my mutti got sad. I lived with my aunt, but then she couldn't take care of me so I had to live in a Children's Home."

"Like an orphanage?!" Mara squeaked. She knew all about orphanages. There were some orphans in the books Samson had made her read, telling all about how God provided even when things were hard. "Was it...horrible?"

"No." Anna said easily. "Well...there was a bad man there too." And she looked away for a moment.