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seekevolution) wrote2014-02-12 01:01 pm
seekevolution) wrote2014-02-12 01:01 pm
The Storm
"Mohinder! Mohinder! It's too much!" the little girl protested from her bedroom after one of her adoptive fathers (paper work having gone through thanks to Matt's singular talent) nearly tackled her to rub sunscreen into her fair skin. "I can't breathe! It's in my nose!"
Mohinder more or less ignored her cries, rubbing more of the white cream into the areas behind her ears. "You'll thank me when you're not a lobster tomorrow."
"But we're wasting time! Matt's already pulled up the car and packed it!" She might be young, but that didn't mean she wasn't already imagining herself like the girls on the Disney Channel with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair. It'd started with lipstick and red nail polish and a two piece bathing suit he'd given into only because he's force her to wear a little jacket when not in the water. And a hat.
"He'll wait for us," Mohinder said as he clucked his tongue, dressed in white shorts and an orange collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, though left open with his chest bare beneath. He had on a pair of sandals too, certainly looking ready for the beach. If only Molly would cooperate!
"And if he doesn't?"
"We'll think of a proper punishment. All right, there you are, bring a change of shoes in case the car gets too cold on the drive."
Mohinder more or less ignored her cries, rubbing more of the white cream into the areas behind her ears. "You'll thank me when you're not a lobster tomorrow."
"But we're wasting time! Matt's already pulled up the car and packed it!" She might be young, but that didn't mean she wasn't already imagining herself like the girls on the Disney Channel with tanned skin and sun-bleached hair. It'd started with lipstick and red nail polish and a two piece bathing suit he'd given into only because he's force her to wear a little jacket when not in the water. And a hat.
"He'll wait for us," Mohinder said as he clucked his tongue, dressed in white shorts and an orange collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, though left open with his chest bare beneath. He had on a pair of sandals too, certainly looking ready for the beach. If only Molly would cooperate!
"And if he doesn't?"
"We'll think of a proper punishment. All right, there you are, bring a change of shoes in case the car gets too cold on the drive."
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"I'll have no laughing when my hair becomes a fright!" he said, and Molly, attempting to look solemn, nodded slowly before her grin made Mohinder smile too. How could he not? Between the two of them, the way they expressed their affection, even like this, gave him a swell of happiness the water couldn't even wash away.
Mohinder held his nose and closed his eyes, dunking himself under the surf before he rose again, tight curls loosening and hanging down the back of his head. He wiped excess water from his face, tilting it back towards the sky, before shaking off like a shaggy dog and breaking the Venus rising from the waves image to transform more into a wet, shaggy dog.
"Better?"
Molly nodded and pulled herself to her knees on the board. "Yep! Ready? I'm going to ride in on the next wave!"
Watch Mohinder fret. By herself?!