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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 1:32 pm
- Commissioning for Artwork -
Random stuff regarding Karmen.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 1:46 pm
 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- X October, 2028“Tell me again.” She said, holding her chin up with her hand as she leaned over the edge of the hood - her height helped by a backward facing chair. Her blue eyes sparkled, the sweetest of smiles pressed against her lips as she begged to hear more about how her father had fallen in love with her mother. Even though he'd retold the story a thousand and one times, Karmen never tired of hearing it, clinging to it so that could still feel her mother's presence. Sometimes, as she listened, she imagined her mother's arms wrapping about her shoulders, interjecting bits and pieces from her side, always teasing the man she loved so very much.
Brian grinned as he turned another wrench, his free hand running through his hair without care that he'd leave grease stains on his forehead. “Where did you want me to start?” He asked with a chuckle, always willing to talk about Kate, to keep her as a member of the family. No one in the Stansons would ever forget her, ever not remember how wonderful she'd been.
That her father would humor her as they worked together in the garage always left Karmen satisifed, and she stared up at the ceiling as she decided where she wanted him to start. “From the beginning, when you first saw her in junior high, how you cut a few people so you could stand next to her and -” The young girl's words came in fast excited, before Brian interrupted her.
“Hey now, who's telling the story, you or me?” He teased, grabbing his daughter's petite nose between two fingers and giving it a gentle tug. Her infectious giggles ensued, and she playfully shoved at his stomach, much too small to reach higher. Everything about his precious little girl with blond curls reminded him of her mother, making him take care to handle her as though she were fragile – because her life could be taken away in an instant. Hoisting her up on his hip, the mechanic headed through the door leading inside the house. Given the small rumblings in Karmen's stomach, he knew it was time for a break.
“Oh right! You are.” She said, small arms wrapping about his chest lovingly. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she quieted down. “So go on! I'm waiting!”
But he merely chuckled, not saying another word as he dipped out some peanut butter onto a plate and cut up some celery for her to munch on while he made actual food. “Don't fill up on that like yesterday.” He warned sternly, setting her down at the table so that she could nibble.
Karmen was much too short for her feet to reach the floor, so instead they dangled over the edge as she shook her head. One celery stick already messy with peanut butter, she smiled. “I won't.” She promised sweetly. Though, Brian knew better, so he only pulled out two chicken breasts from the package. Ron would be home from school soon, and would eat the other. The youngest Stanson, would likely just mooch off of her dad's plate – claiming his tasted better than hers.
The routine had become a habit, one that Brian was willing to oblige. “So where was I?” He asked, the pan sizzling as it heated up.
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