#a happy memory

[fortunaestalta]

[wingbeatz]

little roark mimicking his cranidos and headbutting his dad in the leg probably, just think about that for a moment

[itspileofgoodthings]

thinking about when I told my sophomores that it was a childhood dream of mine to get on a plane and go to my cousin’s wedding because it just sounded so grown up

[turtlecult89]

[christiandomme]

[seancetm]

❤️- a happy memory! I know Klaus probably doesn’t have a whole lot of these, but there’s gotta be some good things he can look back on and smile at

They’re all sat around a table at Griddy’s, looking over their shoulders in case they’re discovered, but happy. Diego has two doughnuts in his mouth and is trying to speak through them, while Allison, Ben and Vanya are in fits of giggles. Luther is adamant he can fit three in his, while Five eggs him on. Klaus just grins, nibbling on his own chocolate dipped confection, heart filled with warmth at this very rare moment of pure joy. The one time they’re all together, being kids.

[batbobsession]

Midnight Waltz by David Garrett

The Midnight Waltz

The candlelight flickers gently against the walls of the ballroomas the sound of a mellow violin solo wafts through the open doors andinto the rest of the castle.  The servants don’t have much to worryabout; this is not an extravagant ball like the others the king hadrecently thrown.  As the queen put it, it was simply “an elegantgathering.” Which meant that her closest friends and family,instead of French noblemen, are the guests, and the ballroom stillfeels spacious enough.

That does not stop white-gold dresses to float when their ownersspin around their partners, whose jackets and coats gleamed withsilver and gold trim.  There are no dark colors in the small crowd ofdancers tonight, only lighthearted colors that bring to mind a coolsummer’s eve.

The queen, wearing a gown of cream and gold trimming, dances atthe center, alone but certainly not lonely.  The king—cloaked in adeep gold waistcoat and jacket—watches from a seat at the edge ofthe merriment, his dark, strict eyes allowing a hint of adoration tocolor them as he watches his wife dance.  She is like an angel;tonight, she can do no wrong.

The curtains are half-closed to shut out the moonless night, butthey provide convenient cover for the curious blue eyes of a youngprince whose bedtime was several hours ago.  He too is transfixed bythe music and the dancers; he does not know who they are, but theirspirits seem to be visible in the way they carried themselves, likethey were lighter than air.  Their feet barely touch the ground;their arms come up above their heads as if to embrace thecandlelight.  And his mother is the center of it all, the mostbeautiful soul in the room.  He can see her wonder when she entersthe world of faerie-tales in the library.  He can see her kindnesswhen she kisses him before bedtime.  He can see her happiness whenshe flies through the halls of the castle like a bird.  She is thequeen, but the young prince sometimes wonders if she ever trulycrossed that line into adulthood.  All of those expressions arenestled within the one she wears tonight among the brushes of whiteand gold makeup.

What the prince does not guess is that the queen knows where hehides and his hidden presence makes her laugh.  She makes no attemptsto usher him back to bed, only continues to let her heart soar intothe night.

And she’s not the only one.  The music swells, reaching even thedarkest parts of the castle, and the other servants respond to it. The majordomo checks to see when the guests will be leaving.  Hisaide listens to the music in the corridor, his fingers moving alongwith the ever-climbing notes the soloist brings forth.  A footman anda maid waltz across the kitchen floor while the head housekeeperwatches and smiles, wishing her husband could be here to witness it.

On the eve of the summer solstice, all is well, and everything isperfect.