#kleineerde

[notjustpainandangcr-blog]

@kleineerde (x)

ruth startles and jumps back a flicker of fear on her face. her hands twist together as she steps away from him looking down.

‘I-I’m sorry. You were screaming…I just wanted to wake you…I…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t yell….I’m so sorry.’

It wasn’t him, it wasn’t. Just Ruth. He didn’t like her touching him, but he had never yelled at her like that again.  “I am so sorry, Ruth. I didn’t....I am sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. I was just back--” he brought his knees close to his chest “I am sorry.”

[genotypiic-a]

sinnamon roll

u know it 

[tclcpathy]

@kleineerde​ – — 「HERE」

     ❛  you’re...❜  the sentence ends in uncertainty. stunned as he is, charles can’t find             a proper way to express his surprise. she’s something he could have picked up              on using cerebro, NO DOUBT. but sorting through millions of minds at once is             like sifting through sand; grabbing at a single grain is fruitless if one doesn’t know,             at the least, WHAT to search for.   ❛  it seems there is a lot erik failed to tell me. ❜

[notjustpainandangcr-blog]

@kleineerde

‘I don’t-’

she cuts herself off knowing she hasn’t told him yet. knowing she needs to choose her words carefully. she’s thrilled that they’ve found each other again and learning just how alike they were had been….a blessing. but she still hadn’t told him. still hadn’t just…told him they were the same.

                                                    ‘I think I do know, Erik. I think I know very well.’

“How can you know?” How could she possible know what it was like to have a power that both saved his life and made him suffer for almost five years? He didn’t want to tell her about that, he hadn’t even told her how their mother really died nor how Birkenau was. Just vague information, just that he was the only one left. He couldn’t tell her. “We barely even knew I had a...gift.”

[illfatedpartners]

[𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: @kleineerde​​ [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: max [𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄]:  ❛ In this world, we’re always on our own. ❜

Max is both happy and sad to hear her say that. It’s true and it’s a good thing she knows that. This world is not made for the dreamers, those that see good in everyone. This world is not a good one and it can be deadly if they let it. They should not rely on anyone else, no heroes saved them when they were children and no one is going to save them now.

❝We have our powers.❞ he tells her. Is this supposed to be comforting? He is not sure, it’s almost as if he has forgotten how. (Where is that boy that used to tell his sister tales, giving her magic charms that could protect her from the storms, the soldiers?)  ❝We have each other. What else do we need?❞

[vjestyca]

@kleineerde​ said:  “ i can tell you’re upset, talk to me. ”

—          SHE JUMPS SLIGHTLY at the voice at her side, then settles against seeing who it is.  she forces a lightly smile, pushing a hand through her dark curls.     ❝ i’m fine, ❞     she replies lightly, but she doesn’t even believe her own voice.  she closes her eyes, leans her forehead into her hand.     ❝ it is nothing, really.  just one of those days, i suppose. ❞     one of those days when bad memories come back to the forefront of her mind, when her aches are too much, when the tire sets in her bones. 

[vjestyca]

@kleineerde​ said:  “just keep stirring ‘til your whole arm falls off.” (let ruth teach you family recipes!)

—          A LAUGH ESCAPES her at the comment.  at times when it came to the more monotonous tasks of cooking, she would use her magic.  now though, she had no problem with doing it herself.  in a way, it’s almost like cooking with her mother again, waiting eagerly at the side for whatever tasks might be relgated to her.  she sets to work stirring the ingredients together in the bowl, free hand steadying it.  her mix-matched eyes flicker towards ruth and she smiles.     ❝ remind me, what is this called again? ❞

[illfatedpartners]

@kleineerde​ (cont)

❝It was a smile!❞ his grin is wide, happy to have succeeded in his endeavour. The past week, with all the moving and food shortage, had been harsh for all of them but they were getting by. Soon Uncle Erich would be back and Max is certain he would give them good news; he would be able to get a job and after a while they’d be able to open their store again, here in Poland.  ❝Now, would you rather read something or play?❞