Jacob Ludwig Carl Grimm (macabre_whimsy) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-01-03 00:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | jacob grimm, wilhelm grimm |
Who: Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
What: Just the boys!
When: January 3rd, evening!
Where: Their house.
To Jacob Grimm, few things were more important than tea. He liked his subtances of choice which got him through the occasional writing slump; alcohol, opium, and tea. Tea he needed daily. He drank it the same way every time. White, one sugar. And they were out of milk.
Despite the cold and the slightly later-than-normal hour, Jakob had gone to the store to buy milk to soothe his addled mind. Tea did that wonderfully.
As he returned home, he shut the door loudly and he hung his coat on the rack before he was nearly accosted by his younger brother.
"JACOBJACOB!" Wil leaped to his feet like a scarecrow in a hurricane. He'd been waiting, nay, agonising, for seven long minutes, the ideas bubbling around in his brain, looking for an escape. How dare Jakob leave the house without his phone!
"I HAVE TO THERE'S A GIRL AND SHE BLUE COAT WALKING AROUND AND IT'S RAIN HAT" he said, before choking on his own tongue and coughing loudly and wheezily.
Jacob's eyes widened as Wilhelm flew at him, screaming words he hadn't even quite caught. This wasn't out of the ordinary for Wilehelm, though usually Jakob wasn't holding a very cold bottle of milk in his hands.
Then Wilhelm started to wheeze and Jacob nearly dropped the milk on the floor in his haste to reach his brother's side. He managed to set it down before racing over, taking Wilhelm's hand so he could help him into whatever the nearest chair was. "Wil, where's your inhaler?" he asked, his voice panicky.
He hated when his brother couldn't breathe right.
Wil waved a hand as he got his breath back, holding up one finger to wait a minute. "M'okay," he managed to get out. "Just- swallowed my spit wrong." He leaned backwards to open his chest out, a last couple of coughs coming out. "I just wanted to tell you my idea." He cleared his throat loudly and took a couple of deep breaths to half clear his lungs and half prove he was fine.
"Okay," Jacob said, his voice calming mostly because he was trying to calm himself. He would have gotten Wilhelm a glass of water, but he knew better than to leave Wil when he wanted to explain something. It would only mean more coughing.
"Just breathe for a second. I'm here now," Jakob said, taking Wil's hand into his. He stayed there on the floor, kneeling to the side of Wil's chair. "And when you're done, feel free to wow me with your genius."
"I saw this girl out the window," Wil began, "wearing a blue coat..." He started off on his story inspiration, bouncing up from the chair and pacing as he spoke, coughing fit forgotten, his voice excited and intense on his idea. As he got near the end of the story he got his inhaler out of a drawer and took a triumphant puff off it as he finished.
"So? What do you think!?"
Jacob had been watching Wilhelm pace and speak from his spot on the floor and he only rose when Wil finished speaking. "I think it's wonderful," he said with a wide smile. He moved to lay a hand on Wil's shoulder and then he gave his brother's shoulder a squeeze. "We can flesh things out, but I like it. And Wil, I'm so sorry I was out."
"No no, be honest with me," Wil said firmly, gesturing one arm defiantly. "It won't be any good without true feedback, and you're the only one I can rely on for that! You owe me one for leaving your phone at home." He wagged his finger dramatically, but there were no real hard feelings.
Jacob laughed loudly and he gave his brother another affectionate squeeze on his shoulder. "Alright, let's go through it, but before we do that, I have to have some tea. Come into the kitchen with me?" He would get Wilhelm a glass of water too, even if he did seem to be okay now.
Wil laughed and nodded. "I'll have one too, since you have the milk," he said, glancing cheekily at his brother as they walked through to the kitchen.
Jacob just chuckled and he retrieved the milk before heading into the kitchen with Wilhelm by his side.
First he filled a glass with water and pressed it into Wil's hands before he flicked the kettle on and poured tea leaves into his pot. He preferred his tea this way instead of using tea bags, which he considered akin to the degradation of language. The degradation of tea was crippling too.
Then he leaned against the bench and he gave his brother a thoughtful look. "I like the story idea but I want to know more about this girl with the blue coat. Even if just so you know more about her. Unless, of course, she's a symbol instead of a character."
Wil sipped the water dutifully. Jacob worried far too much, really.
"Oh yes, you're all about the symbolism," he said, rolling his eyes. "You'd find symbolism in anything. It's about the purity, the innocence. Of course." He nodded meaningfully. "The essence of the story! You used to be all about the essence, man, what happened to you?" He nudged Jacob playfully with his elbow.
"I am still about essence," Jacob said with a chuckle. "Don't mock my symbolism, I may be forced to spank you." Jacob grinned and then he turned to pour the boiled water into his tea pot.