- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
ARTIST TAG
HAAKON FREDERIC NISSEN
He imagined Elly's face to be reminiscent of the expression he had once carried as a child. Freshly dethroned and ignorant of the world. It was the coup that had granted him the privilege of knowing and understanding the hardships outside. Before that everyone had been too occupied cushioning him, just as that Elly had been kept out of all that could make her undesirably sentimental, or mouthy with her own set of thoughts.
"Whatever you say," Haakon dismissed while continuing to rummage in the back, pulling out more crates needed, "keep the sob stories for the library," was the curt exclamation before silence washed into the cabin once more, time slipping away in the barely lit room by the indication of the lowering candle. Bringing forward empty wooden boxes to easily contain all packages at once Haakon heaved a sigh before casting a look over the stump left of the candle.
"Supper should be ready, come," he orders the lady before offering her a hand to step across the crates and boxes littered over the floor as Haakon instinctively blew out the candle next, wishing to save wax, but condemning into the dark at the same time.
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