The blanket is definitely moving, around the mouth and nose, it's like there's someone breathing in there, and she holds his hand so tightly that if she had any actual muscle it might hurt a little.
And, symbolically cracking out of his egg, Jude pulls the sheet back and scans the room, face breaking into an easy smile, recognition when he sees his dad and Uncle Cole. "Susurrus," he says. "I spent, like, all of Thursday thinking about what my first word should be, and I decided on susurrus."
His hand presses to his mouth, still sitting there, draped in that sheet. Feeling his lips move. "I'm talking. Oh my stars and garters (why did I say that that's so... not cool)."
He's a pale boy, like his father. Big brown eyes, a big nose that rather suits his face. And he looks thrilled. "Dad dad dad do you have a mirror?"
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Date: 2012-02-16 07:08 pm (UTC)And, symbolically cracking out of his egg, Jude pulls the sheet back and scans the room, face breaking into an easy smile, recognition when he sees his dad and Uncle Cole. "Susurrus," he says. "I spent, like, all of Thursday thinking about what my first word should be, and I decided on susurrus."
His hand presses to his mouth, still sitting there, draped in that sheet. Feeling his lips move. "I'm talking. Oh my stars and garters (why did I say that that's so... not cool)."
He's a pale boy, like his father. Big brown eyes, a big nose that rather suits his face. And he looks thrilled. "Dad dad dad do you have a mirror?"