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Post by berwald on Oct 1, 2010 1:28:15 GMT -5
That boy...worried him, even if he wasn't much a boy now. The time as a pirate crew member had wiped what innocent any of them had possessed away long ago, forcing them all to grow up. Tino was the one though who kept smiling, while Nikolai seemed to have gone mentally inward using the cold they lived in as a model of how to handle the world.
"Y' worried me." Berwald told the Norwegian as he came trudging in from where ever he had been hiding for the time being. His face was the same expression he always wore, the stern one that sent most people skittering away in fear.
This really should have been his job, Tino after all was the one in charge by all consideration but Berwald at least had access to the airships and could keep Nikolai out of there and from disappearing with one of the other crews.
He kept his stance relaxed though his arms were crossed, eyes focusing all the other's, "Where did y' go?"
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 1, 2010 1:38:08 GMT -5
Surprise, surprise. There was someone waiting for him.
Nikolai's eyes looked through the taller man completely as he gave a simple answer. "The beach." It was short, sweet, and to the point. The Norwegian made his way into his front entrance and headed for the stairs. He need to change out of his wet clothes before he caught a cold or some other illness.
A pause at the first step. "Did you come for anything?" A small hope was lit within his heart. A hope that was always there. A hope that never failed to be shot down. All he wanted to hear was his brother's name. Nothing else.
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Post by berwald on Oct 1, 2010 2:24:30 GMT -5
"T' look after y', nothing more." he kept his answers just as short , blunt and quick. There was no need to waste breath on rambling on the weather or how he had little luck finding the noble's younger brother who since their escape had vanished into thin air. It left only handful of options of what had happened, one of which made Berwald twitch.
"Still h've not found y'ur brother." he added, still frown as he trailed after the other. While the bot changed, he would linger outside the doorway like an overgrown guard dog, his stares and grunts a bit more effective then anything a hound could do.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 1, 2010 4:26:02 GMT -5
Nikolai nodded, not caring about the first response. Even with the same expression displayed on his face, if you looked close enough you could see the whites of the young man's knuckles while he grasped onto the rail. The grip loosened, finally ending the same process he goes in every time when the hopes of ever finding his brother are shot.
A hesitant first step upward, awkward footing keeps him from starting up at full speed. Nikolai slowly made his way up the stairs, making a sharp left and walking straight until he reached his room. No idea why it was needed for the noble to live in such a villa. The young lord was the only one who permanently lived here.
He stepped inside, promptly shutting and locking the door behind him. An unnecessary step for this part of the process seeing as how Berwald would never intrude but you can never be too careful. Nikolai turned around and stared at his bed, the blankness of his eyes being replaced with a touch of warmth. There was a lone stuffed rabbit laid on the top of the Norwegian's pillow. "Solfylt...how did you get out of the closet?" He whispered. In actuality, Nikolai probably just left this plush out in the open be accident but since his memory failed to remember that, he chose to believe one of the 'fairies' moved it.
A dainty hand reached down and picked the pink rabbit up, holding it in a sort of embrace. Instead of changing, Nikolai chose to simply lay down for a second. Maybe a minute. It was comfortable...
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Post by berwald on Oct 1, 2010 15:45:28 GMT -5
There was a sigh, the sound exasperated and tired. It was the same reaction every time, the Norwegian would hide and drift a little more into his ‘fantasy’ land. As silently he could he trailed after the other, allowing him his moment of quiet, and just leaned against the wall next to the door frame. How long had this been going on? This song and dance of them looking every time they took to the air and then returning home empty handed was getting old and wearing on them all.
“Lillebror…M’y I come in?”” he said, going to finally knock on the door, and waiting until he heard the tell a tale click that may never come from the other side. This made his heart ach, and Berwald honestly hated to see these episodes of depression that seem to wash over the other.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 1, 2010 15:59:48 GMT -5
Tired eyes fluttered open at the sound of a knock. Nikolai sat up and shook his head, realising he probably just nodded off for a couple minutes or so. He waited for a moment and then stood up slowly, never replying to the question at the door. A slow trudge to the small closet in the corner of his room and the Norwegian reached out to open the door. "Just stay here for now..." Another soft whisper. Cautiously, he placed Solfylt inside, trying to not cause an avalanche with all the other stuffed rabbits.
As opened, Nikolai slowly closed the door. He wouldn't have wanted to open the door only to be covered in pink later on whenever he chose to open the door again. The blank stare returned to his face, a reflex for whenever was about to face another human being. The man stepped to the door where Berwald waited and unlocked it, opening it while gazing upward. Although he did not speak, he was waiting to hear something. Nothing specific for once. Just a lack of ideas for what to say himself.
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Post by berwald on Oct 1, 2010 19:37:40 GMT -5
The blank stare, it was likely a habit picked up from Berwald as he would often give people the same one when confronted and they were going on something he did not particularly care about. He frowned, a look that most people wouldn’t take as worried but as an expression of displeasure that was a prelude to violence. The reaction though was far from that though when he rested a hand on the other’s head. “You’re goin’ t’ catch a cold.” he mumbled, the voice coming out more a serious of grunts then actually words, “your hair ‘s still wet.”
It was his body language more then anything that gave away what exactly on his mind, the stance like that of a worried mother animal. The frowned softened though into a more neutral look, eyes closing for a moment in a silent sigh. “need t’ eat as well Nik…” he added, looking the other over. If Tino was here it would be much easier to wrangle the other into doing so, as well as get the Norwegian to be a bit more social but for now that wasn’t the case.
“Let’s get something w’rm t’ drink and eat.” he offered his free hand to the other, taking on the role of the protective big brother.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 1, 2010 19:52:54 GMT -5
Oh yeah. Nikolai had forgotten about changing. And his hair being wet? Now that he thought about it his neck was a bit cold. Leave to Berwald to notice things even he didn't.
The blank stare moved from the Swede's eyes to the hand being held out to him. He wasn't a child. His hand did not need to be held in order to get around his own house. "I think I bought some tea recently..." A soft sentence. Not a whisper just...soft. That was fairly normal for him, though. Nikolai walked past the other and headed for the stairs once more, beginning decent and starting his way to the kitchen cabinet.
The young lord reached up once he got to the cabinet, opening it to find at least three boxes of tea bags. Peppermint, Fennel, and a mixture of Rosehip and Hibiscus flowers. "Which would you prefer?"
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Post by berwald on Oct 1, 2010 20:19:52 GMT -5
It was part of being the eldest . He had to look after all those around him and keep them safe, and as healthy as humanly possible. Even if this meant repairing things that were allowed to fall apart or forcefully changing someone who was soaking wet because they spaced out.
The hand fell to his side without another word, the same protective stance though stayed in place. This wasn’t his job technically but he took it over easily enough. He would follow Nikolai and Tino to the end of the earth if necessary if it meant keeping them safe and happy. He loved both, though the love directed at the Norwegian was more plutonic and brotherly then that reserved for the Fin he affectionately referred to as his wife.
“Any ‘f them.” he answered, not really caring about the options. He would take whatever he was give, and enjoy it.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 1, 2010 20:39:15 GMT -5
Nikolai reached up and grabbed the peppermint mix, seeing as how the other didn't care. It was a bit strong for him but some milk would take care of that, no problem.
He placed the box onto the counter top, stepping over to the wooden stove with the tea kettle still on top. Nikolai lifted the top and saw there was still water from the last time he made tea. Another careless mistake. The man lit the stove and took the kettle to the sink to drain it while the flames spread over all the coal within the stove. After refilling enough water for the two of them, he stepped over and placed the kettle back on top, giving it a few minutes and waiting to hear the whistle.
The Norwegian's eyes roamed and caught sight of a towelette. He walked over and picked it up, wiping the back of his neck and bringing the cloth back to his sight. A little damp. Amazing that he hasn't dried completely, yet.
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Post by berwald on Oct 1, 2010 22:23:17 GMT -5
“Y’ never changed.” the Swede mumbled, shrugging off the jacket of his uniform, and wrapping the to big article around the other, and taking the towelette from him to at least attempt to dry off his hair. He mumbled under his breath, continuing to fuss over the other until the kettle whistles. Eyes flickered toward it and he moved taking over the duty of serving pouring it into each cup, and adding in the milk.
“Go change, Nikolai.” he kept his tone firm and as close to an order as he could, almost more glaring at the Norwegian to cow him into doing what he should have done a while. “Leav’ your door unlocked. I’ll bring the te’ up.” Even if there isn’t any protest he added in, “Tino will worry if y’ don’t.”
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 1, 2010 23:08:07 GMT -5
Nikolai's lips twitched down wards a little once the taller man took the towelette and proceeded to dry his hair a bit, the closest his blank face has come to showing expression the whole day. Shoulders slumped, most likely due to the jacket since he's not accustomed to heavy clothing, the Norwegian stared at Berwald. At least he didn't have to finish the brewing...
Without a reply, Nikolai turned around and trudged out of the kitchen and to the stairs, barely lifting his feet. The other had to pull the Tino card. The certain Finn may look sweet and timid on th outside but if you worried the man, it would be like worrying your mother. Nikolai preferred to avoid smothering and nagging.
Once walking the long path back up to his room, the young lord dropped Berwald's jacket onto his bed and walked back to his door to shut it. On reflex, unfortunately, it was locked promptly afterwords. Sliding over to his closet, Nikolai opened a drawer and picked out some clean underwear and bent down to open another drawer with outfits inside.
Sifting through the contents, the clothes laid out on the floor in the end were what looked like the blouse of a female bunad and a pair of baggy grey slacks, possibly one of the few articles of male clothing the man owned. Stripping down, Nikolai placed his wet clothing on top of a chair and changed into the separate set swiftly. He grabbed the pile beside him, grabbed onto to top of his pants to keep them from falling down, and headed for the door.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 1, 2010 23:49:54 GMT -5
Clunk. The blonde man winced a little as he shut the door, taking off his usual blue coat and brown boots, setting them neatly aside and hanging his coat up. "...I'm home." he called softly, wondering just who else was here. It was hard to tell sometimes. He looked at the ground again--one large pair of boots and one smaller pair, it looked like Nikolai and Berwald were home. The thought brought a light pink blush to his face, a pink hue on his otherwise colourless cheeks. "It smells good in here~" He called, brushing a few locks of hair out of his face and advancing towards the kitchen. Sure enough, there stood Berwald, recognizable even from the back.
"....you made tea?" he asked and smiled softly, sweetly. And then, another question. "Where's Nikolai-?"
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Post by berwald on Oct 2, 2010 0:00:55 GMT -5
“No…Nik did.” there was a warmer look at Tino’s entrance. With the technical ‘mother’ home things maybe able to run a little smoother. “ H’ went t’ the beach, ended up soaked.” with that he was back to pouring out the rest of the tea after pulling down a third cup. He stared at the other for a moment, not sure how to react, before continuing to explain what had happened before the other blond had returned.
“H’ went t’ his room t’ change, still up there I think. “ he added, going back to staring at waiting for a reaction. Just like with every other family, when the older brother/ father figure failed, it was time to send in the one who acted as the group mom.
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Post by Nikolai Korsmo on Oct 2, 2010 0:14:37 GMT -5
Nikolai unlocked his entrance and opened the door, catching his slacks before they slid below his boxers. He continued to slide around on his feet, not even bothering to shut the door behind himself. Upon reaching the stairs, the man simply stood there for a moment, pondering on how to go about footing and such with his hands full. He finally took the first step down and slowly continued in order not to end up face flat on the floor.
Finally reaching the bottom after a minute, Nikolai's attention was focused on the voices he heard coming from the kitchen. Instead of taking care of his wet clothes, he headed for the kitchen to investigate. A curious glace inside and he noticed the new figure. "Tino?" A slight murmur. Hopefully, the Norwegian avoided a lecture on personal health from the slightly older 'brother' of his.
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