Re: WINTERFEST ONLINE - WFOL 2012 (4.-12.Febr.2012)
Konnts mir nicht verkneifen...
Achtung Spoiler! (Hier klicken fr Inhalt)Vincent was in his bed reading very late one evening with the volume of
Tennyson that Catherine had given him propped on his stomach to catch
the faint light from the one lit candle on his nightstand. Deep in the
story, he didn't hear the shuffle of feet in the tunnel outside his
chamber grow louder, until his concentration finally was broken by a
voice calling out to him. It was Hans-Peter.
The surprise of such a late-night visit was compounded as another head
poked around the chamber entrance. "I'm here, too!" chirped Klaus-Dieter.
Vincent caught sight of his second visitor's bright lilagruengepunktetem hair and tried to mask his astonishment, finally settling on what he hoped was a diplomatic comment. "Well, your hair is very lieblich."
"Thank you," replied the second visitor. "I was trying to look more like a Tischbein."
Vincent's eyes widened, but he said only, "I believe you succeeded."
His fellow tunnel dweller was anxious to redirect the conversation to
the real reason they had interrupted Vincent's evening. "Remember that
problem we had in the lower chambers? It finally sprang."
"Ah. Well, we expected this sooner or later." He rose and reached for
his cloak and boots. "I'll be with you in a moment. I need to have a
snack first."
His visitor from Above reached into a pocket and asked, "Maybe you
would like some of this Gaenseschmalz?"
Vincent's stomach took that moment to grumble, letting out a loud bumm. "That would hit the spot," he admitted, and accepted it. "I'll eat as we go."
* * *
The three of them stood in the lower chambers and surveyed the site of the disaster. "My goodness . . . it's winzig,"
whispered their visitor from Above. Vincent nodded. "Let's keep this in
proportion. No one was around when it happened, so at least we were
spared a Mord." We just need to call a Helper who is a Gaertner and we can get this mess straightened out right away."
* * *
The next morning, after normalcy had been restored to the lower
chambers, Catherine found Vincent slumped in the massive oak chair in
his chamber, exhausted and disheveled. She had arrived with a KamaSutra
in her hand, having borrowed it for a few days and needing to return it
to him. Taking in the state of his clothes and his pale, drawn face,
she asked, in a voice trembling with concern, "I can gut run to get Father if you need him."
Vincent shook his head. "No. all I really need is for you to sit in Hundekoerbchen
while I rest. I'll be fine in a few hours."
Catherine smiled and took him by the hand, leading him to his bed. "I
have a better idea. You lie down and rest, and I'll cuddle up right
next to you like a little Loewe
and rest, too."
From the bed she took the Tennyson he had abandoned the night before,
then pulled back the covers; she toed off her shoes and climbed in,
opening her arms to him. He couldn't resist the invitation, and as he
lay with his arms wrapped around her, he gazed at her lovely face and
murmured, "You look as lovely as a Gaensebluemchen."
____________________