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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: The living room was suspiciously quiet.
Rating: G
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Nothing
Genre: Family
Word count: 482
Status: Complete
The living room was suspiciously quiet. Frankenstein was sure the children should have been making some sort of noise (and mess, as was their wont) and the fact that there wasn't made Frankenstein even more suspicious. And worried. There were only a few reasons why a silence swept through a group of children, and one of them was something had been broken. He had only left for a few moments; surely they couldn't have created that much damage in that amount of time?
Frankenstein tried to quell his thoughts about what they had broken (A chair? The table? The tea maker?) as he opened the door to the living room, fixing a smile on his face.
The living room was dark (Had they broken the lights?), only the twinkling multi-coloured lights from the tree illuminating the room. And-
Oh.
Frankenstein's smile softened as he padded to his Master's side. Master nodded to him, a cup of tea in his hands, before he turned back to the rest of the household's sleeping forms. Tao was sprawled across both Takeo's and M-21's laps as they leaned back on the couch, while Seira and Regis had fallen asleep next to each other.
"You let the children out, Master?" Frankenstein murmured, so not to wake them. He turned over what he'd brought in his hands, preparing it.
Master nodded, and Frankenstein smiled proudly at him before he swept his eyes over everyone else again. This…had never been something they had done in Lukedonia, and it hadn't been something they could do, not with just the two of them. Now, there were more than enough.
Frankenstein took a few steps back, raising the camera to make sure he had everyone in shot, and took a picture of them. He took a few more, each picture unique with how the lights played across their features, but when Frankenstein lowered his arms, he looked in puzzlement at Master, who had his hand raised towards him, his cup of tea on its saucer. As Frankenstein approached him again, Master stood up, and Frankenstein realised what it was he wanted.
"Ah, Master, are you sure?"
Master merely looked at him, and Frankenstein ducked his head, knowing exactly what he was saying: this was his family as well, so why shouldn't he have pictures with them?
He gave the camera to Master, instructing him how to use it, and then stepped back. Master lifted the camera to his face and took a few pictures.
As soon as was convenient, Frankenstein was going to back the pictures up in as many different places as he could think of, so that they would always have at least one copy to remember this moment by.
There was, of course, the matter of all crumbs and sweet and crisp packets that littered both the table and floor, but they could clean that up once they were awake.
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Well, this was originally going to be for the Family Pictures prompt again, but Sleep fitted a bit better. :3
Summary: The living room was suspiciously quiet.
Rating: G
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Nothing
Genre: Family
Word count: 482
Status: Complete
The living room was suspiciously quiet. Frankenstein was sure the children should have been making some sort of noise (and mess, as was their wont) and the fact that there wasn't made Frankenstein even more suspicious. And worried. There were only a few reasons why a silence swept through a group of children, and one of them was something had been broken. He had only left for a few moments; surely they couldn't have created that much damage in that amount of time?
Frankenstein tried to quell his thoughts about what they had broken (A chair? The table? The tea maker?) as he opened the door to the living room, fixing a smile on his face.
The living room was dark (Had they broken the lights?), only the twinkling multi-coloured lights from the tree illuminating the room. And-
Oh.
Frankenstein's smile softened as he padded to his Master's side. Master nodded to him, a cup of tea in his hands, before he turned back to the rest of the household's sleeping forms. Tao was sprawled across both Takeo's and M-21's laps as they leaned back on the couch, while Seira and Regis had fallen asleep next to each other.
"You let the children out, Master?" Frankenstein murmured, so not to wake them. He turned over what he'd brought in his hands, preparing it.
Master nodded, and Frankenstein smiled proudly at him before he swept his eyes over everyone else again. This…had never been something they had done in Lukedonia, and it hadn't been something they could do, not with just the two of them. Now, there were more than enough.
Frankenstein took a few steps back, raising the camera to make sure he had everyone in shot, and took a picture of them. He took a few more, each picture unique with how the lights played across their features, but when Frankenstein lowered his arms, he looked in puzzlement at Master, who had his hand raised towards him, his cup of tea on its saucer. As Frankenstein approached him again, Master stood up, and Frankenstein realised what it was he wanted.
"Ah, Master, are you sure?"
Master merely looked at him, and Frankenstein ducked his head, knowing exactly what he was saying: this was his family as well, so why shouldn't he have pictures with them?
He gave the camera to Master, instructing him how to use it, and then stepped back. Master lifted the camera to his face and took a few pictures.
As soon as was convenient, Frankenstein was going to back the pictures up in as many different places as he could think of, so that they would always have at least one copy to remember this moment by.
There was, of course, the matter of all crumbs and sweet and crisp packets that littered both the table and floor, but they could clean that up once they were awake.
Well, this was originally going to be for the Family Pictures prompt again, but Sleep fitted a bit better. :3