![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorksidefikerTitle: Wakanda
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/18. Lonesome
Character/Pairing: Nezhno Abidemi/Megan Gwynn, Genevieve Abidemi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 266
Summary: Genevieve isn’t the only one missing Wales.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Another TDM story.
“Can we go home now?” Genevieve asked, leaning her head against her father’s arm and looking up at him sleepily. Nezhno looked down at his daughter, pushing a few thin braids out of her face and meeting her pale blue eyes. She continued to watch him expectantly, her mother’s pout slowly forming when it became clear he wasn’t going to give in right away.
“Not yet,” he said. “Soon.”
“I don’t like the shamans,” she said. “They’re rude to you, and they don’t like me.”
“They don’t know you, Genevieve,” he said soothingly. “Give them time.”
“They only want me around because the cat talks to me. They hate me, Daddy. “And why couldn’t Mommy come with us?”
Nezhno inhaled slowly. “That… is a very complicated question.”
“I’m not doing anything else for them until Mommy’s here,” Genevieve announced, mouth set in a hard line. “You can tell that king guy that, too. I don’t care who he is or how important.”
“You should show more respect for your King,” Nezhno said.
“I thought I was Welsh, like Mommy?” Genevieve asked.
“You are Wakandan too, like me.”
“They don’t think you’re Wakandan. And they all avoid you. You’re lonely here, and I’m bored, and I miss Wales. Please can we go home?”
Nezhno stroked his hand over his daughter’s braids and murmured, “I miss Wales too.”
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/18. Lonesome
Character/Pairing: Nezhno Abidemi/Megan Gwynn, Genevieve Abidemi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 266
Summary: Genevieve isn’t the only one missing Wales.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Another TDM story.
“Can we go home now?” Genevieve asked, leaning her head against her father’s arm and looking up at him sleepily. Nezhno looked down at his daughter, pushing a few thin braids out of her face and meeting her pale blue eyes. She continued to watch him expectantly, her mother’s pout slowly forming when it became clear he wasn’t going to give in right away.
“Not yet,” he said. “Soon.”
“I don’t like the shamans,” she said. “They’re rude to you, and they don’t like me.”
“They don’t know you, Genevieve,” he said soothingly. “Give them time.”
“They only want me around because the cat talks to me. They hate me, Daddy. “And why couldn’t Mommy come with us?”
Nezhno inhaled slowly. “That… is a very complicated question.”
“I’m not doing anything else for them until Mommy’s here,” Genevieve announced, mouth set in a hard line. “You can tell that king guy that, too. I don’t care who he is or how important.”
“You should show more respect for your King,” Nezhno said.
“I thought I was Welsh, like Mommy?” Genevieve asked.
“You are Wakandan too, like me.”
“They don’t think you’re Wakandan. And they all avoid you. You’re lonely here, and I’m bored, and I miss Wales. Please can we go home?”
Nezhno stroked his hand over his daughter’s braids and murmured, “I miss Wales too.”