Less Is More

Örjan Byström || 10 || Les Jacobs || dependent blog for Disneytalia  ((blog under construction))

[icanhandlethismyself-blog]

That… doesn’t really count. And isn’t ten old enough to tell a good cake from a bad one? Sorry to break it to you, but this is most definitely not one of the good ones.

[les-is--more-blog]

Watcha talkin’ bout, ma’am? This is most certainly a real delicious cake I gots here!

[pennyforakiss--blog]

[the waves are getting choppier, pushing it around more] [was it her, or does the ocean seem kind of restless?] The tides—!

[les-is--more-blog]

[yelps as a wave splashes in his face]

I’ll-- I’m okay! Don’t worry!

[soldier-ofwinter]

Anythin’ for you big man. Anythin’ for you. 

[les-is--more-blog]

Awesome! [tugs him by the sleeve] C’mon, slow poke!

[icanhandlethismyself-blog]

[ walking through the halls when ] [ she just stops and turns with a absolutely disgusted look on her face ] What… Is that?!

[les-is--more-blog]

[wide grin] It’s a double chocolate chip cake! I made it all by m’self. Well actually not I walked to th’store in town and bought it with my own cash! It were real fun! It’s ‘cause I’m ten now so I’m all grown up. [puffs out his chest]

[scxrletvxlentinov-deactivated20]

Arthur rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore all the insults. Technically, it was the boy’s loss that he wasn’t open minded enough to understand the wonders of communication. He frowned, and the bird nestled deeper into his hair. “They aren’t ‘dirty animals’, they are wonderful creatures.  You shouldn’t make accusations like that.”

[les-is--more-blog]

“They lives in th’dirt. They’s dirty,” Örjan stated bluntly, as if it were as clear as crystal where he was coming from. “And they’s an animal, so they’s a dirty animal. Ain’t sho what kinda creature yer lookin’ at, but it sho ain’t a clean one.” He crinkled his nose with a frown. “And why is ya lettin’ it sit in yer hair like that? Yer gonna get all sorts a nasty diseases and things.”

[scxrletvxlentinov-deactivated20]

Arthur looked down at him, and the bird fluttered up and onto his head, nestling in his hair.  “She’s telling me plenty. I’m a Fae, remember? I understand them, and they understand me.  Actually, they understand you, too, but you don’t understand them. You should talk to animals more frequently; they make excellent listeners, if you’ll give them the chance.” The bird chirped. “…She says hello to you, by the way. She’s also wondering if you have any bread on you; apparently she’s getting a bit hungry.”

[les-is--more-blog]

Örjan gave an annoyed huff, looking up at the other with a look of annoyance. “Yer brains are totally scrambled. Why would ya be talkin’ to a bird? They ain’t got nothin’ t’say!” He frowned slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I ain’t got nothin’ fer no birds. Even if I did, it’d be fer me to eat, not fer some dirty animal.”

[scxrletvxlentinov-deactivated20]

It had been a long time since Arthur had felt genuinely happy, but even then, there was always a reason for his being excited. Today, though, he was just…happy. For no reason.  It was strange, but he was too joyful to care, really. He was perched in his favorite tree, as per usual, but this time was giddily chatting away with the multitude of birds that lived there; one of the perks of being a Fae was that you could talk to any animal, so there was always someone to have  a conversation with. “…Did you see all those twigs over by the pond? You could use those for your nest.  They’re a lot stronger than the straw you have, now.” The bird chirped in reply, and tilted its head in askance. “I mean, sure, you already have it built, but if you would need to reinforced it at all.” Another chirp. “Ah, that’s true.” He was so busy talking to the animal that he didn’t notice the person watching him from below.

[les-is--more-blog]

Örjan was typically your average kid. Full of energy, excitable, perhaps a bit more prone to causing trouble than others, but overall, he was usually rather normal. But today, he was just in a bad mood. Sure, he’d had days like that before, but this felt amplified. Everything about anything annoyed him, and he kept finding was to be ticked off by the smallest thing. Walking through the gardens, he couldn’t help but grumble under his breath about the dirt that was getting into his shoes. Soon he came to a pause, noticing a disgustingly happy person who was... talking to a bird? Örjan observed for a while, brow furrowed in annoyance, before speaking. “What, is yer brain all scrambled or somethin’? That bird ain’t sayin’ nothin’ t’ya.”

[soldier-ofwinter]

[can’t help but laugh] Good. 

[gives him a good squeeze] Thanks pal. You are too. 

[les-is--more-blog]

[grins up at him] Can we go get cake now?

[soldier-ofwinter]

Well I bet ya Henry could. Like I said he’s gettin’ a lil soft if ya know what i mean. 

[grins and hugs him back] [careful not to squish him] 

[les-is--more-blog]

[sniggers] Ohhh I get it.

[hugs him tight] Thanks, Tommy. Yer the best.

[soldier-ofwinter]

Well I betya she’ll make you two then [he probably shouldn’t volunteer people] [but Orange was just so happy with it he couldn’t help it] 

[shakes his little hand firmly] Alright. Good doin’ buisness with ya then boss. 

[les-is--more-blog]

Two cakes? I don't think I could eat all that.

[giggles] The deal's sealed. [and gives him a huge hug]

[soldier-ofwinter]

Mmmhm. A big fancy one! [laughs] 

[spits on his hand and offers it] Fine. Spit shake. Promise not to tell no one that I’m your favorit. 

[les-is--more-blog]

Wow... I ain’t never had a big fancy cake befo’.

[spits into his hand before slapping them together, giving a firm shake] I promise I ain’t gonna tell a soul.

[soldier-ofwinter]

I betcha anythin’ she’d make you a big ‘ol cake for youur birthday. 

[laughs] Okay. I promise I won’t tell noone. Wanna spit shake on it? 

[les-is--more-blog]

[perks up] Ya think so?

[grins] Sho thing.

[soldier-ofwinter]

Super nice. Makes the best food I ever eaten. Don’t burn it neither like Henry does. [grins] Henry done got himself hooked on her I’d wager. 

[laughs] Don’t tell no one but you’re my favorite too. 

[les-is--more-blog]

If it’s good food she makes, I gotta meet her soon! 

[snickers] [then whispers] Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna tel nobody if you ain’t gonna tell nobody.

[soldier-ofwinter]

Pfff. Henry gone and got himself soft. Been eatin’ too much of  Miss. Marianne’s cookin’. 

[grins] Ya still love me though. I’m your favorite and ya know it.

[les-is--more-blog]

I ain’t gotten t’meet her yet, is she real nice? Henry seems awful smitten by her. [snickers]

[rolls his eyes] Ye, ye, whatever ya say. [but grins]

[prince-ludwig]

[haha what] 1889?

[les-is--more-blog]

Ye. That’s when I’m from. When do phones get this fancy?

[soldier-ofwinter]

[pretends like it’s the worst pain he’s ever experienced] Damn Orange…you’re stronger ‘an Henry now. Careful with that fist. 

[rolls his eyes] You love me anyways ya little shit. [kisses his forehead] 

[les-is--more-blog]

[snorts] Ye right, Henry’s way stronger.

[makes a fake grossed out face] Aw, Tommy, quit it, ya big sap--!

[soldier-ofwinter]

Lady friend. [keeps teasing] I’m only yankin’ your chain pal. Now come on we got some chocolate to snag.

[les-is--more-blog]

[punches him lightly] Tommyyyyy!

[huffs] Let’s get goin’, ya big meanie.