The other prompts will probably not posted here. Too cumbersome; they'll get their own posts 8D
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After long prodding and sweet coaxing, Louise had managed to get her husband to join her and Klein in the garden for a cup of tea. A few days ago he had returned from Aquleia with a new book and she knew that he would spent the next days holed up in his library. She had let him, sent food that would sate him long and provide everything he needed every day and hoped that he would read quickly. But after two days Klein became increasingly grouchy and Louise herself missed her lord Pent terribly. So she had equipped herself with her little son and together they convinced Pent that studying in the sun and in fresh air was very agreeable to his eyes and health; he indulged them.
They had a little arbour made of white iron in their garden. It was overgrown with vines and Etrurian roses, a rambler rose with beautiful blueish white blossoms. Louise had planted them shortly after her marriage to Lord Pent and had sat there every year, marvelling at the delicate beauty of nature.
Klein protested loudly when his mother became entranced by an early blooming flower behind her. She turned back with an angelic smile and prepared another cherry for him; he seemed to love the slightly sour cherries from Bern more than the sweet Etrurian ones. He babbled satisfied and made a grab for the cherry stones. Louise pushed the little plate away.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" she asked, smiling at her husband. He looked up shortly and nodded.
"It is. Thankfully the cold winds have passed." Louise nodded, memories of her downbeat plants flashing through her mind, and absentmindedly she raked her hands through Klein´s soft, slightly curly blond hair. She wondered for a second if his curls would grow out; she'd love it if his hair stayed like this. It looked so incredibly cute.
Louise threw a quick glance over to Pent; he was bent over the thick, old book and completely disregarded his cup with no longer steaming tea. Louise didn't let that damper her mood since he had come out at all and that was a success in her book. Happily humming, she let Klein snatch another half of a cherry from her fingers and stuff it into his mouth.
It continued like this for a while – Klein eating and sucking on cherries, Louise eating the small cherry tarts the cook had made just this morning and Pent reading. Louise loved it and could've stayed like this for the rest of the day until the sun would disappear behind the tall maple trees.
Klein, however, didn't seem to like the silence of his father. He started to fret, twisted in his mother´s arms and obviously called for his father (with that adorable and demanding "Ah-ah!" sound that Louise heard quite often). Pent didn't even look up when he leaned over and patted Klein´s knee.
"Yes, yes," he said and turned a page. "You're doing that very well." Louise sighed lowly, still smiling. Klein frowned and slumped a bit. Louise leaned down to peck his cheek and offered him another cherry. He slowly took it, but didn't eat it. Instead he stared at his father again. Louise made a low "hm", but since Klein seemed to be unresponsive, she turned her attention to that tasty cherry pie on her plate.
Klein called again for his father, who ignored him – judging from his expression the current chapter was fascinating – and Louise started to rock her son lightly. Suddenly (and surprisingly forceful!) Klein threw his cherry at his father, hitting him on the forehead! Both Louise and Pent startled, Klein gave another "Ah-ah!" and glowered at his father. The cherry had thankfully not fallen on the book – Pent would probably have thrown a fit if it had – but bounced of his head and landed on the table.
Both adults stared at the child in shock. Klein outstretched his arms to his father and started to bounce lightly, calling again. Laughter bubbled up in Louise and she could no longer contain it when she saw her husband´s incredulous stare. He raised his eyes at her, a drop of cherry juice slowly dripping down his nose.
Cherry Pie~ With Klein! Part 1
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After long prodding and sweet coaxing, Louise had managed to get her husband to join her and Klein in the garden for a cup of tea. A few days ago he had returned from Aquleia with a new book and she knew that he would spent the next days holed up in his library. She had let him, sent food that would sate him long and provide everything he needed every day and hoped that he would read quickly. But after two days Klein became increasingly grouchy and Louise herself missed her lord Pent terribly. So she had equipped herself with her little son and together they convinced Pent that studying in the sun and in fresh air was very agreeable to his eyes and health; he indulged them.
They had a little arbour made of white iron in their garden. It was overgrown with vines and Etrurian roses, a rambler rose with beautiful blueish white blossoms. Louise had planted them shortly after her marriage to Lord Pent and had sat there every year, marvelling at the delicate beauty of nature.
Klein protested loudly when his mother became entranced by an early blooming flower behind her. She turned back with an angelic smile and prepared another cherry for him; he seemed to love the slightly sour cherries from Bern more than the sweet Etrurian ones. He babbled satisfied and made a grab for the cherry stones. Louise pushed the little plate away.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" she asked, smiling at her husband. He looked up shortly and nodded.
"It is. Thankfully the cold winds have passed." Louise nodded, memories of her downbeat plants flashing through her mind, and absentmindedly she raked her hands through Klein´s soft, slightly curly blond hair. She wondered for a second if his curls would grow out; she'd love it if his hair stayed like this. It looked so incredibly cute.
Louise threw a quick glance over to Pent; he was bent over the thick, old book and completely disregarded his cup with no longer steaming tea. Louise didn't let that damper her mood since he had come out at all and that was a success in her book. Happily humming, she let Klein snatch another half of a cherry from her fingers and stuff it into his mouth.
It continued like this for a while – Klein eating and sucking on cherries, Louise eating the small cherry tarts the cook had made just this morning and Pent reading. Louise loved it and could've stayed like this for the rest of the day until the sun would disappear behind the tall maple trees.
Klein, however, didn't seem to like the silence of his father. He started to fret, twisted in his mother´s arms and obviously called for his father (with that adorable and demanding "Ah-ah!" sound that Louise heard quite often). Pent didn't even look up when he leaned over and patted Klein´s knee.
"Yes, yes," he said and turned a page. "You're doing that very well." Louise sighed lowly, still smiling. Klein frowned and slumped a bit. Louise leaned down to peck his cheek and offered him another cherry. He slowly took it, but didn't eat it. Instead he stared at his father again. Louise made a low "hm", but since Klein seemed to be unresponsive, she turned her attention to that tasty cherry pie on her plate.
Klein called again for his father, who ignored him – judging from his expression the current chapter was fascinating – and Louise started to rock her son lightly. Suddenly (and surprisingly forceful!) Klein threw his cherry at his father, hitting him on the forehead! Both Louise and Pent startled, Klein gave another "Ah-ah!" and glowered at his father. The cherry had thankfully not fallen on the book – Pent would probably have thrown a fit if it had – but bounced of his head and landed on the table.
Both adults stared at the child in shock. Klein outstretched his arms to his father and started to bounce lightly, calling again. Laughter bubbled up in Louise and she could no longer contain it when she saw her husband´s incredulous stare. He raised his eyes at her, a drop of cherry juice slowly dripping down his nose.