12.08.2013 в 16:30
Пишет Jane Watson:Я нашел такой арт! ТАКОЙ АРТ! От которого хватаешь подушку и начинаешь реветь навзрыд. Потому что, там Маккой с Джоанной, дочкой своей. Я так хотела найти хоть что-нибудь о них. Хоть строчку, о том как получилось, что Джо не видела своего отца с 9 лет, а вместо это нашла арт с драбблом от автора. Правда там мало, очень мало и он на английском.
"Lookit you." He crouched on his heels, palms spread over his knees, and squinted. "How old are you now?"
She giggled, and poked his nose.
"I'm nine."
He scrunched his nose and whistled slowly. "You're nine," he drawled. A gentle smile spread over his face, but Joanna thought his eyes looked sad.
"All the medicine we have, and still nothing to stop your children from growing up without you." He shook his head, and his eyebrow quirked. "You're probably too old for the present I got you."
Joanna squealed and tackled him. Her cry of "Where, where?" lost in laughter as he rolled to his feet, hefted her over his shoulder, and hauled her down the hall. Joanna clung to his back like a baby koala bear, hugging his neck so tightly he coughed and twisted his head, planting a kiss on her temple with a muttered, "ain't never gonna get there if you strangle me first!"
She only hugged him tighter.
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"Lookit you." He crouched on his heels, palms spread over his knees, and squinted. "How old are you now?"
She giggled, and poked his nose.
"I'm nine."
He scrunched his nose and whistled slowly. "You're nine," he drawled. A gentle smile spread over his face, but Joanna thought his eyes looked sad.
"All the medicine we have, and still nothing to stop your children from growing up without you." He shook his head, and his eyebrow quirked. "You're probably too old for the present I got you."
Joanna squealed and tackled him. Her cry of "Where, where?" lost in laughter as he rolled to his feet, hefted her over his shoulder, and hauled her down the hall. Joanna clung to his back like a baby koala bear, hugging his neck so tightly he coughed and twisted his head, planting a kiss on her temple with a muttered, "ain't never gonna get there if you strangle me first!"
She only hugged him tighter.
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