Thread: Such A Nonsensical Thing, Little Girls (PocketFullOfPosies)

Harlot! The appalled sound of the mans voice alerted Lydia to his presence. She smiled, cheekily, still as she seemed unfazed by the word. The furious knitting of his brows as his face seemed to flush worse than mothers when their tea had been served cold. She had never seen anyone so angry . Father usually sighed at her antics, Mother turned up her nose in detestAnd Fergus Well, she had never seen anyones veins start to visibly pulse, that was certain. It was almost thrilling, to know that she had wedged her way beneath his skin with just, what she believed to be a simple game of loopholes. He had told her to dress, but not how nor when. He had told her to balance her books for ten seconds, and descending a staircase certainly took longer than that. And she recited a poem whilst doing so, which should positively amount for something! How could he possibly seem so irate? It was his own fault for not detailing his request properly. Surprisingly, she ascended the staircase to join him instead of fleeing off to some other secret spot for the remainder of the evening. She joined him, giddily in fact. Her breasts and curls bouncing as those little boots tap-tap-tapped up the stairs. Books clutched against her chest, the quill pen tucked behind her ear, Lydia reached her Uncle, panting as if she had just run a mile. Did you see me? Were you watching! She exclaimed, his anger and the near-beast like craze in his eyes seemingly not enough to disturb the young nymphette in midst of her glee. One hand reached up to tug at the mans sleeve as she gestured to the stairs with her eyes, those little bright orbs darting back and forth to make certain she had attention, with such childish enthusiasm between the staircase and her flabbergasted Uncle. I walked down all twenty-one steps backwards, with these books upon my head! She held said novels up towards him, seemingly random choices that she must have taken from the shelves in the library. I balanced them for far longer than ten seconds Uncle! Do you think thats a record of sorts? She paused, inhaling slightly as she drew her lip inward, wetting it with her tongue. Her porcelain skin gleaming with keenness from her accomplishment, and a bit of sweat as well from the concentration needed to attain such a feat. It seemed in this moment of pause, that Lydias memory seemed to catch up to her finally. Her hand reached up to twist at one of those pretty curls, her brows furrowing slightly as she registered what had been said. Destroyed? Embarrassed? Insulted? Where had she been when this all occurred? Apologize ? That sweet expression seemed to melt away, and it was then she took note of the anger in her Uncles face. The novels clutched tighter against her blossoming breasts, one bootstep backwardsAway. Why should I apologize? A question posed with utmost sincerity, As Lydia hadnt a clue that shed done anything wrong. Nothing he wantedbut who was he to tell her what to do! Her Uncle? No. He didnt seem like oneNot at all. The shadows in the hallway seemed to surround him, cloaking him like some dreadful apparitions from beyond...Enahncing the darkness of his eyes, the scowl upon his face. He didnt seem like an Uncle at all More like.