‘ you can’t pull them, but i can show you something funny i can do with them, if that makes up for it. ’ crouching to level their heights, he pushes back the curls that cover the tips of his ears for his demonstration and wiggles them.
Now the little girl couldn’t hold back a happy giggle; she had never seen anyone do something fancy like this before. Like a lady, she covered her mouth with her two small hands and chuckled, before reaching out to gently touch Will’s ears. “That’s so funny! Can you do that again?”
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future.not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
My muse knows how to…bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper (ouch) | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock
it wasn’t entirely unexpected that making the mistake of taking his son inside the diner for a quick bathroom stop on the way home would turn into an hour-long early dinner while remy largely ignored his basket of fries to play with the miniature jukebox in their booth. he’s heard heartbreak hotel at least seven times ( no disputing that kid is his, at least ) by the time he leans across the table to wipe the ketchup off remy’s face, and they’ve hardly made it two steps away from the table before he realises that his toddler is only wearing one shoe.
‘ sh—— shoot, ’ he curses under his breath, raising an eyebrow at the kid after peering under the bench and finding nothing but an empty straw wrapper. ‘ how’d you manage that? ’
She had been sitting there for at least an hour, waiting for her husband to join her, just to receive a message that said that he wouldn’t come. Work, of course, it was always because of work. Upon receipt of this message, Cordelia had wanted to toss her phone against the wall and scream, but that wouldn’t have helped her anyway. So she just stood up and walked straight towards the exit, trying to fight the tears that burned in her hazel eyes. But right when she was about to open the door, her eyes fell upon something so small, something she almost hadn’t seen through her blurry sight. A shoe.
The teacher moved to pick it up and once she stood again, she looked around the diner, for a possible owner. Only a few tables away from her, she could see a young man with a little boy. Although she had fought tears only seconds ago, the sight of the toddler’s face, so full of ketchup, made her smile. Holding the shoe in one hand, she walked towards to two men, then bit her bottom lip.
