*ೃ༄.ೃ࿐ "But somewhere here in between
the city walls of dying dreams, I think her
death it must be killing me." *ೃ༄
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
they say love's a game of easy come and easy go, but not everybody is Brit...
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✩ March 2004
Valia tossed her head back into the small girl's lap, grinning as Anaïs giggled bubbly at her. The blonde girl began stroking her hand through the bassist's hair, actively tugging at it with immense concentration, as though she was trying to braid Val's hair.
"Do you know how to braid?"
Anais shook her head no, forcing Val to move her head to one side so she could get more access to the older girl's hair. "Why is your hair brown?"
The bassist frowned, not exactly sure how she was supposed to explain genetics to her four year old god-daughter. "I don't know. My parents has brown hair."
"Are your parents dead?"
"Jesus Christ, lady!" Sara, Noel's girlfriend——exclaimed in a panic, mouth hanging widely at the little girl's blunt question. "Don't go around asking that!"
Although Sara was taken aback by it, the rest of them only laughed it off in an instant, with Noel losing his head. "In her defense. She's never met ya parents."
Val snorted, pulling Anaïs into her lap, kissing the girl's cheeks, forcing her to erupt into shrieks at the ticklish manner of Val's lips. "Lucky you!" The bassist joked, mumbling into Anaïs' hair.
Peggy only watched from across the room, smiling at the sight of the Mick girl playing around with her granddaughter. When Liam first brought Valia back to Burnage for Christmas, Peggy could hardly believe her eyes. Never did she think that the two of them would officially get back together, let alone show up at her house hand in hand, with both Lennon and Gene accompanying them.
Liam intervened with a response before anyone else could. "Nah, mate." He said. "They're alive just like yer. They breathe and eat and shite. Only difference is yer the better gal."
This only seemed to confused Anaïs, and she was unequivocally the only one out of the rest of them to not understand that Liam was directly berating Marissa. Peggy frowned at this, undoubtedly still confounded with the way Marissa was handling things with Val. In a way, she understood why Mar was upset——perhaps she would be too if one of her boys reconciled with their father, but at the end of the day all that mattered was that she had protected them at the best of her ability. If they wanted to reunite with their father, then so be it. But of course, neither of them wanted to, and that soothed Peggy's heart.
"Where's Gene?" Paul suddenly asked, scanning around the living room only to find that the youngest boy was nowhere to be found.
