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arabwelYup, more of ÄMM. An ont he domestic fron,t, i managed to do somwe dishes 0_o
He grunted as he emerged from the cold water, his skin prickling as the chill wind met the rivulets running down his body.
As he waded towards the shore, Lordi deemed that his hair had dripped enough and shook his head firmly, to get rid of the excess water when he heard a small, unexpected gasp.
Intently, he spun around, to see little Anna standing at the edge of the pool, her eyes wide.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to intrude on you!” Anna stammered, her face reddening. Lordi watched her turn around quick enough to stumble.
Lordi smirked. Silly human notions of modesty.
**
Anna ‘s cheeks were flushed and she looked down, her hands twisting her apron as she waited for her friend’s reply. She should have realized he was bathing…
“You weren’t intruding,” she heard him grunt, accompanied by a splash that she took as a sign that he was out of the water. “You’ve been missed for the past fortnight.”
Anna blushed again. “I missed you too,” she said sincerely. “I wish I could have come here but Papa and Pastor Mullander made it impossible.”
“They left, then?”
Anna nodded, then realized he probably wasn’t looking at her. “Yes, they did. They left this morning.”
She couldn’t help but compare her Papa to her friend, her father was a large man, standing closer to six feet than five, and was built very broadly. He was bigger than most men she knew and yet… compared to Lordi, her father was so very small…
Lordi was so very tall and powerful; a warrior and a hunter. She had seen him slay a bear barehanded, once; something that would never leave he mind as long as she would live.
“Come here, girl.” Lordi’s voice was close to a growl and Anna started: Just how deep in thought had she been?
Quickly, she turned around, knowing that her friend would be decent if he was telling her to come to him. And he was, mostly anyway; his armour was still off and droplets of water clung to the bare, rough skin of his chest.
“Do you want me to help you?” Anna asked as she made her way to him, more out of habit than needing actual confirmation.
Lordi merely nodded, and with a smile; Anna began helping him with his armour.
The pieces were heavy, but much less so than when she had been little; now she could actually lift them up and help him put them on, rather than just fasten or undo the various buckles and snaps that held the black leather in place.
Lordi expressed his curiosity about her father’s visit, and as she helped him, Anna chattered on about how happy she had been to see her Papa and to spend time with him. When she mentioned Pastor Mullander, she bit her lip. She knew she shouldn’t speak ill of him.
“Something is troubling you, precious,” Lordi growled. “Tell me what it is.”
Anna lowered her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, squirming a little. “Pastor Mullander told Papa that I’m a dullard,” she said quietly.
Lordi’s reply was preceded by a wordless sound of anger. “And did you correct him, precious?”
Anna shook her head, “N-no.”
With a little more coaxing from Lordi, Anna told him everything the priest had said, and how her father had reacted.
By the time she finished, Lordi’s anger was palpable.
”That miserable fool,” he growled deep in his chest; Anna felt it more than heard and bit her lip. She didn’t want him to be angry.
She looked up, biting her lip. “Please don’t be angry,” she asked softly. “He’s not a bad man.”
“He might not be bad, precious, but he is a fool,” Lordi growled, but as his red eyes met hers she could see the anger receding. “You are a very intelligent girl, and no one should ever say otherwise.”
He warmth in his voice made Anna smile and reach out to wrap her arms around his neck in a grateful hug.
.
**
and. of course, i donöt have the faintest idea of where to go from here :P and I now the last bit is a bit weak...
He grunted as he emerged from the cold water, his skin prickling as the chill wind met the rivulets running down his body.
As he waded towards the shore, Lordi deemed that his hair had dripped enough and shook his head firmly, to get rid of the excess water when he heard a small, unexpected gasp.
Intently, he spun around, to see little Anna standing at the edge of the pool, her eyes wide.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to intrude on you!” Anna stammered, her face reddening. Lordi watched her turn around quick enough to stumble.
Lordi smirked. Silly human notions of modesty.
**
Anna ‘s cheeks were flushed and she looked down, her hands twisting her apron as she waited for her friend’s reply. She should have realized he was bathing…
“You weren’t intruding,” she heard him grunt, accompanied by a splash that she took as a sign that he was out of the water. “You’ve been missed for the past fortnight.”
Anna blushed again. “I missed you too,” she said sincerely. “I wish I could have come here but Papa and Pastor Mullander made it impossible.”
“They left, then?”
Anna nodded, then realized he probably wasn’t looking at her. “Yes, they did. They left this morning.”
She couldn’t help but compare her Papa to her friend, her father was a large man, standing closer to six feet than five, and was built very broadly. He was bigger than most men she knew and yet… compared to Lordi, her father was so very small…
Lordi was so very tall and powerful; a warrior and a hunter. She had seen him slay a bear barehanded, once; something that would never leave he mind as long as she would live.
“Come here, girl.” Lordi’s voice was close to a growl and Anna started: Just how deep in thought had she been?
Quickly, she turned around, knowing that her friend would be decent if he was telling her to come to him. And he was, mostly anyway; his armour was still off and droplets of water clung to the bare, rough skin of his chest.
“Do you want me to help you?” Anna asked as she made her way to him, more out of habit than needing actual confirmation.
Lordi merely nodded, and with a smile; Anna began helping him with his armour.
The pieces were heavy, but much less so than when she had been little; now she could actually lift them up and help him put them on, rather than just fasten or undo the various buckles and snaps that held the black leather in place.
Lordi expressed his curiosity about her father’s visit, and as she helped him, Anna chattered on about how happy she had been to see her Papa and to spend time with him. When she mentioned Pastor Mullander, she bit her lip. She knew she shouldn’t speak ill of him.
“Something is troubling you, precious,” Lordi growled. “Tell me what it is.”
Anna lowered her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, squirming a little. “Pastor Mullander told Papa that I’m a dullard,” she said quietly.
Lordi’s reply was preceded by a wordless sound of anger. “And did you correct him, precious?”
Anna shook her head, “N-no.”
With a little more coaxing from Lordi, Anna told him everything the priest had said, and how her father had reacted.
By the time she finished, Lordi’s anger was palpable.
”That miserable fool,” he growled deep in his chest; Anna felt it more than heard and bit her lip. She didn’t want him to be angry.
She looked up, biting her lip. “Please don’t be angry,” she asked softly. “He’s not a bad man.”
“He might not be bad, precious, but he is a fool,” Lordi growled, but as his red eyes met hers she could see the anger receding. “You are a very intelligent girl, and no one should ever say otherwise.”
He warmth in his voice made Anna smile and reach out to wrap her arms around his neck in a grateful hug.
.
**
and. of course, i donöt have the faintest idea of where to go from here :P and I now the last bit is a bit weak...
