#she's spoiled

[sovlstie]

"     it     usually     doesn't     take     much     for     a     guy     to     fold     for     me     ──     but     you     ,     you're     different     .     you're     stubborn     .     you     make     me     work     for     it     …     i     like     that     .     i     like     that     a     lot     .     "

[lured-into-wonderland]

🎶 from a like here

Nezumi had pushed all the chairs to the corner, along with the dining table. He had cleaned up the piles of books from the kitchen and moved them to the living room to join their numerous brother and sisters. When Nunnally emerged from the bedroom where she'd been resting, he turned to her as if he were expecting her.

"There you are—I—," he paused, gesturing to the free space, "thought of something," Nezumi explained and set his phone on the kitchen counter. There was just enough room in the middle of the kitchen for an exercise—or for a twirl.

"You've mentioned living in a castle," Nezumi continued. "And it got me thinking about balls and music and—well—." He set up his phone and hit play. A soft piano tune emerged and filled the room—Chopin's Waltz in A minor.

Nezumi tucked one hand behind his back and extended the other towards Nunnally. "May I have this dance?"

Once Nunnally accepted, he placed one palm to the middle of Nunnally's back as was the tradition and held her hand gently in his, then elegantly led the dance. Not too fast and not too wild—the kitchen was just about big enough for a moderate dance.

"Do you miss home?"

She was surprised. Nunnally didn’t expect Nezumi to be so gentle and caring. She didn't think there was such a kind-hearted man behind all these rude remarks and harsh treatment he was delivering to her daily. Since he took her to his home. Like a homeless kitten. Nunnally was surprised he remembered (or rather that he accepted) that she was a princess. Although her life in the castle now seemed like happening centuries ago. Like it was just a dream of a girl who didn’t know any better. Nunnally wanted to refuse. But instead she offered Nezumi a proper curtsy; the one she would deliver only to the ones who had royal blood in them.

She didn’t expect him to be such a good dancer. Nunnally did enjoy how gently he led her; how caring his touch was. Or perhaps it was just her imagination. The yearning for something she never had (and never would have). No, Nezumi’s place wasn’t her home. And Nezumi wasn’t her family. She was just staying there for a short while. Getting some rest before gaining the courage to face the consequences of his reckless actions. Finding the way to keep him safe. But Nunnally didn’t want to think about it in that very moment. Instead, she let music enchant her; she didn’t feel anything nor hear anything apart from the gentle sounds of the waltz and Nezumi’s touch on her back. And her hand in his.

…until he asked that question…

She looked at him with a disappointment (and sadness) in her eyes; the dance abruptly coming to its end.

Did she miss home? Did she? She turned away from Nezumi hugging her slim silhouette with her own arms as if to unsuccessfully prevent herself from trembling. Did she miss home?

“It was never fully my home…” – it wasn’t technically an answer to his question, but it was the only one she had for him.

“But it was the closest to home I ever had.”

And now she also lost that. Nunnally knew exactly what to expect when she was to go back. Cause it was never a question ‘if’ but, indeed, rather ‘when’. Even if Nezumi was not aware of that. She wanted that foolish man safe.   

@nezumivc103221

[lesbianshepard]

my dad when we first found Wednesday: you need to make sure she stays off the counters and tables! we have too many cats! she’s not staying! >:(

[one year later]

me: *walks in the kitchen and sees wednesday on the counter drinking directly from the faucet while my dad watches her*

my dad:

me:

my dad:

me:

my dad: ...running water is cleaner than the bowls. 

me:

my dad: I just don’t want her to get sick.

[purty-pumpkin]

Molly, my precious rat-dog  : D

[wolvenflower]

[thatssojuliechen]

please accept this gift of soufflé photos

[chilita-chi]

Today is my daughter's fifth birthday and she was ecstatic to get another Finn to add to her collection.

[yes-this-is-not-ok]

Freya loves it when I work from home. She gets patio time in the sun! 😂