| Feb 1, 2016 8:32:09 GMT -5 |
Post by Nickolaus F. Beilschmidt on Feb 1, 2016 8:32:09 GMT -5
Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment...
Into a land of enchantment...
Hope this works >3<
Russia was very different from Germany.
Or maybe it was Arcadia itself that was different from his tiny hometown. Or, perhaps, the biggest thing that made the difference was the different caretakers Nickolaus had. Well, now put in that way, that definitely was what made things so different.
Back at his parents’, Nickolaus had free reign. They let him go to the park alone (not that he ever wished to, really), let him play with any toy he wished that was bought and given to him, and stayed up as long as he wanted to at night. One might say the parents were carefree, but in reality, they were just indifferent. Nickolaus was a trophy, an accessory to show off to other people whenever they wanted to boast their status, and nothing else.
Once he started living with Gilbert however, that seemed to change. Gilbert cared for the boy himself, not necessarily the boy’s status. And with that, came more rules about life. Perhaps a normal child would throw a fit about the fact they got a much more disciplined lifestyle, but this little German boy was grateful. It brought order to his life, and let him know what to expect and was expected of him every day. A tight schedule Gilbert made out for him was placed on the wall, colorful and full of pictures to encourage the boy to read, with clocks on top to show what happened at what time.
The schedule was something Nickolaus seriously needed. Even when Gilbert was sometimes caught up in his own sudden plans, all the toddler had to do was look at this chart, and he would know what was expected of him. It might be a picture of a bed, indicating he was to take a nap, a book to show he was required to read for the next half an hour, or one Nickolaus came to love, a picture of a television, to show he was allowed to have control of the channels for the hour; a whole fairytale movie could be watched or he can spurge the hour on a cartoon channel.
However, these past few days, it had become difficult for Nickolaus to simply stick to his own schedule. Ever since his brother bought in that strange monster into the house, the man also became one of the people of Gilbert’s focus. Of course, it couldn’t be helped seeing this mutant was his brother’s old friend, but that wouldn’t make it any different for Nickolaus, who was used to having his brother all to himself unless his brother was busy with work. So while the two spoke to one another, enjoying their times soaking themselves in their past memories and catching up, today Nickolaus found himself looking to the schedule that was posted on the wall.
With the teddy bear shaped clock next to his schedule to help him match the clock and the pictures on the chart, Nickolaus looked back and forth several times to make sure he was on the right timeline of the day, blinking slowly at the picture of a ball, swing set and a slide. It was outdoor activity time, and though this would be changed to indoor activity if it was raining or too cold outside for the boy to play, one look to the window showed Nickolaus the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. Sure, it might not be warm, but it couldn’t be freezing.
The toddler looked over to the living room in silence, finding his brother and his mutant friend still laughing and talking to one another, and hesitated. He thought for a moment about asking Gilbert about going out and playing in the nearby park, but decided against it, his eyes widening at an idea.
Why wait and make his brother have to stop having fun?
He could just go all by himself!
Why not? When he was living in Germany, he would walk out the house and no one would even care! As long as he was back in time for dinner, his parents didn’t even seem to realize he was even gone, honestly. A grin came on the child’s face, an innocent gleam shining. He moved further away from the living room, hearing his brother let out his signature laugh at a comment his monster-friend said. The timeline before the outside playtime was his naptime, so maybe Gilbert thought Nickolaus was still asleep? He didn’t walk into the living room and greet the two, having been avoiding the two overall mostly because of the presence of Francis, in the first place.
Wrapping his scarf around his neck after putting his coat on with ease, the four-year-old quietly opened the door and easily snuck out, closing the door and humming.
He was sure he knew where the park was. He walked to it several times already with Gilbert, it was not that far away. It was, in fact, on the way to Alfred’s! Skipping out to the sidewalk, the child grinned wide when his boots sunk into the snow, leaving a distinctive footprint. He walked away from the house, towards the direction he figured the park was—only to not realize he was going the complete opposite way. Well, oops.
xxx
It wasn’t until he reached an unfamiliar street, that the boy frowned, coughing into the scarf and looking around. The park certainly was not this far away; the walk with Gilbert usually was only 5 minutes, 10 at most. He had been walking for over half an hour, certainly. Nickolaus whimpered and stopped walking momentarily, his brows furrowing in both fear and confusion. Where was he…?
He didn’t recognize this street one bit, and when he looked back towards the way he came from, only then did he realize it started snowing again. The boy’s tracks were already beginning to cover up, leaving the boy stranded in the middle of the city, unable to find his way back. The child blinked back his tears and quickly turned around, trying to walk back the path he came from, turning corners he thought he passed, getting himself even more lost than before. Only when his legs began to cramp did he slump down, hugging his legs close to his chest and leaning against one of the buildings. Several people passed by him, not caring for the lost toddler, figuring he was told by his parents to wait where he was.
Trembling, both the cold and fear finally getting to him, the child buried his face into his knees and began to sniffle and weep, his voice choking in his throat, refusing to come out. He wasn’t sure how long he was curled up, only freezing in fear and slowly looking up when he realized a shadow looming over him, his eyes meeting the other’s orbs, he himself not realizing just how alike he looked to this man.
”...?”
Or maybe it was Arcadia itself that was different from his tiny hometown. Or, perhaps, the biggest thing that made the difference was the different caretakers Nickolaus had. Well, now put in that way, that definitely was what made things so different.
Back at his parents’, Nickolaus had free reign. They let him go to the park alone (not that he ever wished to, really), let him play with any toy he wished that was bought and given to him, and stayed up as long as he wanted to at night. One might say the parents were carefree, but in reality, they were just indifferent. Nickolaus was a trophy, an accessory to show off to other people whenever they wanted to boast their status, and nothing else.
Once he started living with Gilbert however, that seemed to change. Gilbert cared for the boy himself, not necessarily the boy’s status. And with that, came more rules about life. Perhaps a normal child would throw a fit about the fact they got a much more disciplined lifestyle, but this little German boy was grateful. It brought order to his life, and let him know what to expect and was expected of him every day. A tight schedule Gilbert made out for him was placed on the wall, colorful and full of pictures to encourage the boy to read, with clocks on top to show what happened at what time.
The schedule was something Nickolaus seriously needed. Even when Gilbert was sometimes caught up in his own sudden plans, all the toddler had to do was look at this chart, and he would know what was expected of him. It might be a picture of a bed, indicating he was to take a nap, a book to show he was required to read for the next half an hour, or one Nickolaus came to love, a picture of a television, to show he was allowed to have control of the channels for the hour; a whole fairytale movie could be watched or he can spurge the hour on a cartoon channel.
However, these past few days, it had become difficult for Nickolaus to simply stick to his own schedule. Ever since his brother bought in that strange monster into the house, the man also became one of the people of Gilbert’s focus. Of course, it couldn’t be helped seeing this mutant was his brother’s old friend, but that wouldn’t make it any different for Nickolaus, who was used to having his brother all to himself unless his brother was busy with work. So while the two spoke to one another, enjoying their times soaking themselves in their past memories and catching up, today Nickolaus found himself looking to the schedule that was posted on the wall.
With the teddy bear shaped clock next to his schedule to help him match the clock and the pictures on the chart, Nickolaus looked back and forth several times to make sure he was on the right timeline of the day, blinking slowly at the picture of a ball, swing set and a slide. It was outdoor activity time, and though this would be changed to indoor activity if it was raining or too cold outside for the boy to play, one look to the window showed Nickolaus the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. Sure, it might not be warm, but it couldn’t be freezing.
The toddler looked over to the living room in silence, finding his brother and his mutant friend still laughing and talking to one another, and hesitated. He thought for a moment about asking Gilbert about going out and playing in the nearby park, but decided against it, his eyes widening at an idea.
Why wait and make his brother have to stop having fun?
He could just go all by himself!
Why not? When he was living in Germany, he would walk out the house and no one would even care! As long as he was back in time for dinner, his parents didn’t even seem to realize he was even gone, honestly. A grin came on the child’s face, an innocent gleam shining. He moved further away from the living room, hearing his brother let out his signature laugh at a comment his monster-friend said. The timeline before the outside playtime was his naptime, so maybe Gilbert thought Nickolaus was still asleep? He didn’t walk into the living room and greet the two, having been avoiding the two overall mostly because of the presence of Francis, in the first place.
Wrapping his scarf around his neck after putting his coat on with ease, the four-year-old quietly opened the door and easily snuck out, closing the door and humming.
He was sure he knew where the park was. He walked to it several times already with Gilbert, it was not that far away. It was, in fact, on the way to Alfred’s! Skipping out to the sidewalk, the child grinned wide when his boots sunk into the snow, leaving a distinctive footprint. He walked away from the house, towards the direction he figured the park was—only to not realize he was going the complete opposite way. Well, oops.
xxx
It wasn’t until he reached an unfamiliar street, that the boy frowned, coughing into the scarf and looking around. The park certainly was not this far away; the walk with Gilbert usually was only 5 minutes, 10 at most. He had been walking for over half an hour, certainly. Nickolaus whimpered and stopped walking momentarily, his brows furrowing in both fear and confusion. Where was he…?
He didn’t recognize this street one bit, and when he looked back towards the way he came from, only then did he realize it started snowing again. The boy’s tracks were already beginning to cover up, leaving the boy stranded in the middle of the city, unable to find his way back. The child blinked back his tears and quickly turned around, trying to walk back the path he came from, turning corners he thought he passed, getting himself even more lost than before. Only when his legs began to cramp did he slump down, hugging his legs close to his chest and leaning against one of the buildings. Several people passed by him, not caring for the lost toddler, figuring he was told by his parents to wait where he was.
Trembling, both the cold and fear finally getting to him, the child buried his face into his knees and began to sniffle and weep, his voice choking in his throat, refusing to come out. He wasn’t sure how long he was curled up, only freezing in fear and slowly looking up when he realized a shadow looming over him, his eyes meeting the other’s orbs, he himself not realizing just how alike he looked to this man.
”...?”
by worldie for puchi
