Send me a color and I’ll write a drabble with our muses with that color as the theme. | ACCEPTING
for my sideblog @sergiodivasco
The waves lapping against the shore beneath the clear, bright sky held an invitation in contrast to the warm Antivan day. His fingers laced with hers as the couple strolled down the beach, the sand shifting underfoot. His other arm supported Emilia, her dark curls kept out of her face with cyan colored ribbons. She took in everything around her with bright, curious eyes, focusing on anything interesting she saw.
“Down! Down!” She ordered suddenly, causing Sergio and Renaldi to pause. Sergio glanced to where she was pointing, seeing an azure colored seashell peeking out from beneath the sand.
“Do you want that shell?” he asked in a soft, amused tone. Dark curls flew about her face as Emilia nodded vigorously.
“Well, what do you say?” Renaldi chimed in, waiting for the young girl to respond.
“Please! Please down!” With a laugh, Sergio obliged her and gently set her down into the sand. Emilia ran with shifting steps to the shell, dropping to her knees to dig it out. Sergio watched her with a soft warmth in his gaze, only looking away when he heard Renaldi snicker.
She didn’t respond right away, only stood on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Her arm looped through his and she rested her head against his shoulder. The couple watched Emilia as she worked, the only sound being the waves nearby and a few seagulls above.
“You’re a good father,” Renaldi finally said. “I know you were worried, but you’re doing fine.”
Sergio looked at her, unsure of how to respond at first. His surprise look softened into a smile, though, and he ran ahead to catch up with Emilia, lifting her up and spinning her about. Renaldi watched them with a soft smile, her hand resting on her slightly swollen stomach wrapped in cobalt blue fabric.