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Thursday, November 22, 2007


   Random-ass fic based off of an ongoing RP!
If you can guess which of your fellow otakuites are in this, you get a cookie! One is in the fic, the other is mentioned throughout!

"Momma, how come daddy's hands are so big?"

The woman looked up from her laptop and stared at the little girl. "Huh?" she asked.

"Why's daddy's hands so big?" the girl repeated.

The woman closed her laptop, stood up, and took her small daughter into her arms.

"Because your daddy is big. And his hands match!" she answered with a smile.

Yes, everything about her husband was big. His muscles, his smile, his heart (at times, only towards his wife and child.), his hands and feet, his co

"I know that, but whyyyyyyy?" the girl whined. Her mother sighed.

So many different answers ran through her head.

Your daddy's a mercenary, Alice, so he needs those big hands for when his guns and blades don't work so he can snap the necks of whatever poor bastard is inbetween him and his goal. He kills people to support us, Alice, and you are so, so young, so incapable of understanding that. And if you can, darling, you would never understand the thrill your daddy gets out of it. No one can, not even Momma, and I try so hard to. Your daddy has those big hands so he can kill people with them, so we can live in this bloody big house, so that he can have fun, so that he can get back into my arms quickly. That, Alice in Draculand, is why your daddy has those big hands.

She shook the thought off. That wasn't the only reason, his hands were not made for just killing.

Your daddy has big hands that I love to hold, hands that have supported me as long as I can remember. They were hands that held you when you were just a small baby, hands that hold you still.

The woman smiled.

"Your dad's hands are big to protect you, Alice. He makes the world better for you, and he shelters you with those hands. His hands are big for your protection, Alice."

Alice's grey eyes looked into her mother's. The woman smiled and kissed her daughter's pale forehead.

The front door was unlocked, and Alice shook with excitement, making her brown pigtails squirm. Her mother set her down, and the little girl went running into her father's arms.

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