Words Are Life

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. [Ask/RP Blog for Liesel Meminger from the Book Thief.]

[wortesindleben]

"Hey Saumensch where were you yesterday?"

Liesel can’t help a grin when she hears his voice. It’s not exactly present on her face, no, but her mind knows it’s there.

"None of your business, Saukerl!" She’s quick to reply, expression not quite matching her words.

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Rudy grinned at her. “Good, I don’t want you getting sick.” He tugged Heinz along at a faster pace who was now complaining of having to use the bathroom. “You can go when we get to school.” He groaned.

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Liesel was quick to match his pace, wrapping his coat a little tighter around her (feeling guiltier every second) with each step. "Are we going to be really late?"

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It was a cold morning, at least in the basement; Max had noticed that much. But thin ribbons of sunlight were streaming down from the basement door to the wall by which he sat, vigorously painting over the pages of Mein Kampf. He looked up, however, as he heard Liesel’s voice, and smiled.

“Hallo, Liesel.”

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Already being dressed in her outdoor coat, Liesel wasn't quick to feel the cold, especially as she was being followed down the stairs by streams of the rare sunlight coming from outside. In fact, she didn't notice the chill at all until she noticed how uncomfortably cold her friend looked, a realisation causing a shiver to run through her as she spoke.

"Did you sleep well?"

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Realistically, the day hadn’t been longer than any other day, but it had felt that way.  Maybe he’d woken early, or it was just one of those days.  Sketching; sleeping, push-ups; simply sitting and thinking.  Everything Max normally did every day, yet it was hard to keep an interest in any of them for very long. 

Even the Fuhrer didn’t show that day, which was a pity, as he would have very much liked the distraction, even if it was entirely of his own mind.  So as the morning rolled into afternoon and afternoon into late afternoon and he heard footsteps on the stairs, he instantly sat aside the paper he’d spent the better part of forty-five minutes looking at without really taking much of it in, and looked towards the steps instead.  When he saw who it was, he smiled.

"Hi, Liesel." 

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Liesel's own day, if she was honest with herself, had simply been a repeat of any other day. Early start, a half-hearted attempt at enjoying Mama's soup (she really had excelled in its in-edibility that day, though Liesel was either too polite or did not dare say so), a rush to get dressed before Rudy came to take her to school, a brisk walk to the place her friend had so affectionately referred to as 'Hölle auf Erden', simply followed by the same walk home. Her life was repetitive now, certainly, but it had routine, something she had grown so used to being without, and was quickly growing used to cherishing.

After all, the monotonous nature of her schedule could be forgiven if it ended in the same way. There were so many ways she could imagine that decent of the stairs; she could be a Queen descending to her people, or a Lady arriving at a ball. But somehow it was the truth, the prospect of seeing her friend when she reached the bottom step, which excited and thrilled her the most. A fact evident in the pleasant curve her lips formed in reply to his smile.

"Hallo, Max."

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Max smiled at Liesel. "Oh hello, so do I have a weather report?"

Liesel was quick to nod, a smile of her own forming as she spoke. “I think the skies are in mourning. The clouds are a veil, covering the sun, which is just about visible, peeking through the mask of grey.”

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"I’m just thinking about a  friend of mine." He smiled softly. "I’m fine." He didn’t want to upset her so he tried his best to be fine, to look fine and act fine but he wasn’t. His heart ached. "How’s Rudy?"

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Although she quite desperately wanted to hear more about Max's friend, Liesel knew it was rather impolite to pry. A little disappointed, though she tried not to allow this to convey in her voice, she instead put her mind to answering Max's question. "Rudy's Rudy." She decided this answered his question. Rudy was Rudy. He was always fine.

[wortesindleben]

"Hey Saumensch where were you yesterday?"

Liesel can’t help a grin when she hears his voice. It’s not exactly present on her face, no, but her mind knows it’s there.

"None of your business, Saukerl!" She’s quick to reply, expression not quite matching her words.

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Rudy smiled back but didn’t say anything as his little brother had stopped waking. “Heinz Nein!” He groaned the eight year old boy was knelt in the snow petting a dog. “We’re going to be late!” He grabbed his brother and drug him on looking back at Liesel. “Warmer?”

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A laugh swam from the girls lips as she turned back to see her friend chastising his brother. She sped up a little, of course, as Rudy pointed out that they'd be late (heaven forbid they reached school a few moments after time), but her smile remained as she nodded quickly. "Ja. Much. Thank you."

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Having woken early, eaten Mama's soup with pursed lips, and dressed herself in quite a hurried fashion, Liesel found herself with a few spare moments before Rudy knocked to take her to school. This was, of course, a conscious decision, and Liesel had had every intention of sneaking down into the basement to steal a few moments with her friend. "Morgen." Morning.

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"Are you here for the laundry? You're a little early. It will be ready soon. Shall I call Mama for you? Or, no, I can bring it around later, if you'd rather."

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Max smiled at Liesel. "Oh hello, so do I have a weather report?"

Liesel was quick to nod, a smile of her own forming as she spoke. “I think the skies are in mourning. The clouds are a veil, covering the sun, which is just about visible, peeking through the mask of grey.”

[littlexbxrd-blog]

Max smiled at her. “That’s beautiful,” His voice was sad and soft, perhaps the clouds were mourning for the hundreds and thousands of his people who were dying each day.

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There was a moment when Liesel felt quite proud of his praise for her words, before she noted the unusually troubled way he presented his reply. He always spoke quite softly, yes. But it seemed different, to Liesel. "You seem sad." She thought aloud, questioning him with a concerned look.

[wortesindleben]

"Hey Saumensch where were you yesterday?"

Liesel can’t help a grin when she hears his voice. It’s not exactly present on her face, no, but her mind knows it’s there.

"None of your business, Saukerl!" She’s quick to reply, expression not quite matching her words.

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"Nein, if you’re sick take it!" He insisted draping it over her shoulders and continuing towards school.

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She felt more and more guilty while they walked as he continued, draping the coat over her, and repaid him with a small smile and a voice she hoped hid her guilt. "Danke."

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"Of course. I heard you like to read."

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A small hesitation follows, coupled with an inquisitive look. "Ja. Yes."

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"No worries, little one. I’m here for you."

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"For me?"

She looks up at her, a little in disbelief. People rarely come to see her, and she's confused as to why the woman would want to see her.

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Max smiled at Liesel. "Oh hello, so do I have a weather report?"

Liesel was quick to nod, a smile of her own forming as she spoke. "I think the skies are in mourning. The clouds are a veil, covering the sun, which is just about visible, peeking through the mask of grey."

[wortesindleben]

"Hey Saumensch where were you yesterday?"

Liesel can’t help a grin when she hears his voice. It’s not exactly present on her face, no, but her mind knows it’s there.

"None of your business, Saukerl!" She’s quick to reply, expression not quite matching her words.

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Rudy frowned. “Want my coat? You’ll  be warmer.” He offered slipping it off and holding it out to her.

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His offer made Liesel feel astonishingly guilty, and she was quick to shake it off, gesturing for him take his coat back with an assuring smile. "No, I'm fine. Really."

[wortesindleben]

"Hey Saumensch where were you yesterday?"

Liesel can’t help a grin when she hears his voice. It’s not exactly present on her face, no, but her mind knows it’s there.

"None of your business, Saukerl!" She’s quick to reply, expression not quite matching her words.

[theboywiththelemonsoakedhai-blog]

"Oh…" He sighed following her. "Are you feeling better today?" He took his younger brother’s hand and tugged him off with them to school.

[wortesindleben]

"Mm." Liesel was careful to add a few small, forced coughs to her story. She had to be believable, after all. "I suppose."

[wortesindleben]

"Hey Saumensch where were you yesterday?"

Liesel can’t help a grin when she hears his voice. It’s not exactly present on her face, no, but her mind knows it’s there.

"None of your business, Saukerl!" She’s quick to reply, expression not quite matching her words.

[theboywiththelemonsoakedhai-blog]

"Well your Mama said that too but I want to know. So why Liesel?" He grinned kicking his ball over to his older brother and starting towards school.

[wortesindleben]

"Well, she's right." She began to walk just a little ahead of him, eyes to the road as she turned the cogs in her brain to think of an excuse. "I was sick, if you must know."

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+elusivenumberthirteen

"I expect you're here for Mama. Shall I call her for you?"