|Wilhelm Grimm (forloveofwords) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2020-07-30 10:26:00
|Entry tags:||fairytales, jacob grimm, wilhelm grimm|
Wilhelm looked down at his phone, then across at Jacob, who was making them both some afternoon tea in their tidy kitchen. He had heard his brother express a willingness to listen to the goddess’ words before, but he wasn’t sure how forgiving he would immediately be- which presumably is why the lady was messaging him and not his brother.
His fingers hovered a moment over the screen.
He opened his mouth to talk to Jacob and ask him what time would be suitable, to prepare him a little, and was interrupted by a knock at the door. Carefully, he got up and opened it.
“Hello!” A tiny golden-haired woman stood there, dressed in tulle and embroidered flowers and carrying a basket. “I brought tarts!”
“Good afternoon,” Wilhelm replied with a perplexed frown, because he didn’t recognise the lady, although he could tell she was immortal. She was looking at him with a hopeful, expectant smile.
He looked back over his shoulder at Jacob. “Ah- Bruder, I think Fairytales has come to see us.”