This is my first Hardlet drabble attempt. FUCKING A. Ridiculously nervous. Okay this is for the lovely faic—s (Han)
Prompt: Grace drags Rich out reluctantly to enjoy a sunny day.
Rich and Grace were sitting on the sofa watching some gory film that Rich wanted to educate Grace on. Grace spent most of the time shielding her eyes at the images of people being sawed in half while Rich cheered the gore on.
Grace looked over at Rich’s living room window. The blinds were down and shut trying to block out the world and the light of outside from coming in to ruin the relentless blood fest that was playing on the television. Grace smiled when she noticed that despite the blinds best efforts a bright beam of sun was trying to escape from the edges.
Grace let out a deep sigh meant to get Rich’s attention. He only just playfully slapped her shoulder and pointed at the television indicating a rather indecent shot of a woman covered in blood laughing maniacally while dead bodies laid on the floor before her. Grace decided that enough was enough and took Rich by the hand pulling him up and leading him outside.
“For fuck sake’s Grace…we are missing the best part…where are you taking me?” he said with both confusion and irritation evident in his voice.
“It’s a beautiful day, Richard. I’m tired of watching and I just want to go outside and enjoy the sun.” Grace smiled at Rich hoping this would placate him from getting into a mood.
“Tell that to the poor souls who get skin cancer” his voice was moody and filled with fake concern.
“You are not going to get skin cancer. Stop being dramatic.” Grace sighed rolling her eyes as she dragged him through the sliding door.
“Getting skin cancer is dramatic. What are we going to do anyway? Stand in the sun…holding hands…skip around a bit. Look moronic?” Rich looked at her looking smug.
“What’s wrong with that?” Grace said smiled knowing that Rich would protest further. She secretly liked when Rich was being ridiculous it was rather amusing. She held back a laugh as Rich’s face contorted in disgust.
“I’m not a fucking fairy! No. Not doing it. No, Grace, no.” He crossed his arms to show he meant what he said.
“What if you are a noble knight?”
“A knight would not frolic in the sun. EVER.”
“He would if it pleases his lady.” She said as she began to dance around Rich who looked as if he was trying not to smile.
She placed her arms around his neck and tried to dance with Rich in the sun. He reluctantly placed his arms around her waist with a defeated sigh.
“Gotcha!” Grace said playfully through a smile. When she is able to make Rich smile against his best efforts she is always filled with giddy accomplishment.
Rich bent down to give her a sweet kiss and muttered “barking mad” against her lips. When they separated he reminded her that he would get revenge if he did actually get skin cancer from this beautiful day.