She reads the book fastidiously, trying to observe as much as she could, not just for wanting to be closer to the boys but as a way to distract herself as well. To keep her mind from worrying about them while they were gone. She worried. She worried tremendously. So she read, she absorbed the words in hopes to express just how worried she was one day, she hoped soon. She almost lost one of them, her sweet little Ocsar was almost obliterated yesterday, and she has been terrified since then. What if something bad happens to them while they're gone? What if they don't come back? What if they g-
She wasn't aware of them returning, not till a hand reached out gently, turning her head to face them. Axel's eyes softened as he stared down at her, his thumb reaching up and wiping a trail of tears away that streamed down her cheek.
"You guys are back?! Are the other two okay? They didn't-?" She worked herself up so much upon seeing him she begins to push herself up, him holding a hand out to stop her and instead sits at the edge of the bed beside her.
"Yes. They downstairs. Eating." She couldn't help but chuckle out at this, reaching up to wipe her face.
"Of course. Hardly a time I don't see you three eating." She jests lightly, a smile breaking out on his face as he nods. He stands after a moment from the bed.
"I be downsta-" He had gotten nowhere hardly in his torturing today, but he was still determined to get blood. To do that the boys would need a plan, something since they haven't been having the best of luck as of late.
"Kommer-!.. du att sitta med uh.. häst? Will you sit with uh.. horse?" She stops him abruptly, grabbing him by the wrist to stop him. He was stunned, by her touch but by her choppy but albeit Swedish, as well. May have gotten it a little wrong but, she was nearly perfect. A thought he couldn't agree with more. He closes his eyes, biting back a smile. She pulls her hand back suddenly, gasping in as she covers her mouth sheepishly.
"Ohhh- How badly did I mess that up?!" She panics as she rushes to pull the book out from under her pillow, flipping through the pages. He lets out a low chuckle as he stops her.
"It fine. You were very close. But you are young lady, not horse." She turns red, something he always found amusing as he straightens.
"But yes. I will sit with you. For as long as you would like." He rounds the bed, going to sit on the other side of the bed next to her. He falters, finding himself getting to comfortable before seeing her eager and pleased face, relaxing more as he pulls his legs up on the bed, propping his back against the wall, gazing at her as she watches with interest. He notices her eyes flicker, his own slowly lowering. It was blood, blood he still hadn't washed yet. No, he wanted to see her first.
"Are you sure you guys are really okay? Not hurt?" She worries, her eyes meeting his once more. He smiles softly as reassurance, giving a light nod.
"Not our blood. Enemies." She frowns, even so, she still worried.
"But why? Must you?" He cocks his head some to look at her more, inhaling as he internally seethes.
"Öga för öga. An eye for an eye." He says, in both languages, confusing her more. She look at him strangely.
"But none of you lost an eye." He almost wanted to laugh, but he doesn't, as his eyes gaze to her back. She frowns more.
"What is it exactly you three do?" He side eyes her, a bit playfully. She rests her head onto the pillow.
"Is it something you three are stuck in for life?" He was thrown by the question, shrugging a shoulder invalidly. She took that as basically.
"So.. you are hitmen..?" She comments, with slight humor but sadness underlying her tone. Something he sensed. He bobs his head, I mean, they were to some degree. But how would he even explain the commission to her? How could he?
"We kill, only those who get in way." She almost smiles.
"Hitmen and spies are the only thing coming to mind." He chuckles at this, shaking his head. He lets it go quiet for a moment, a seriousness to him he wasn't sure if he wanted to indulge.
"I ask.. personal question?" He tilts his head to gaze at her, unsure if he should proceed.
"Why did.. Why did she hide you, in basement?" He regretted it instantly as her eyes drifted, but was surprised as her eyes waver, blinking herself from it without assistance. She gives a little shrug, picking up her head and rests her chin on her folded hands on the pillow.
"I was.. That woman, the one who was pregnant.. She and the other kids used to spread rumors about me, ones my mother was already convinced about me committing. All my time spent at the library or outside exploring, she thought I was doing the stuff rumored by the others. It was a loose loose situation anyways. She didn't like me reading either. Not unless it was homemaker guilds.." He wished he hadn't of killed her mother, not so cleanly anyways. She didn't deserve the swift death she got, no he wanted to make her suffer. For what she did to her daughter, to his Maria.
"Why didnt.. Why didn't you kill me? You just, you let me out instead.." She spoke slowly, the same dubiousness he had moments ago. He took in her details, soaking in each distinguishable feature of her face. His heart skips a beat, something that surprised even him as he suddenly leans in, his finger and thumb gently holding her chin, lifting her head to meet his. He falters for a split of a second before connecting his lips with hers, surprising them both with how deep it was.
"Somnade du där uppe?! Did you fall asleep up there?!" Ottos voice could be heard yelling out impatiently, causing the two to pull apart abruptly.
"Skulle du lämna dem ifred?! Would you leave them alone?!" The two begin to bicker down stairs, the girl bashfully lost.
"I go break up argue. You get rest." She nods once, more as she comes out of her daze.
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