Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-06-27 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~abigail knightly, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? The Old Man & the Princess
Where? Abi's apartment
When? Friday evening
What? Conversations, freaking out, cute stuff
Rating? Mediumish
Open? No.
When Ernest had come down to Abi's apartment just by chance, he could see that she wasn't well. Despite protests to the contrary, he'd insisted that she had a lie down while he calmed down the hyperactive toddler who was just refusing to settle for the night.
He'd somehow managed to get him into pajamas, with much wriggling and negotiating. Brushing teeth led to foam all over the place, and he was slightly concerned that washing might lead to a bathroom flooding incident- the bed was uncomfy, he wanted water, then he needed the toilet, then he wanted the giraffe, then he wanted a book under the covers- no, on top - no, under- he needed more water-
The toddler stage was a fairly distant memory to Ernest, but it was all rushing back now.
But finally, finally Charlie had given in to his exhaustion, and as Ernest finished the second book, Charlie lay sprawled horizontally on the bed, thumb in his mouth, lost to the world. Ernest was almost scared t move, but eventually he did, carefully turning him the right way up and pulling the cover over him, giraffe tucked in beside him. And very slowly, quietly, he backed out of the room, only daring to breathe once he was in the hallway.
He fixed the mess he'd made in the bathroom, and made tea before heading through to Abi's bedroom, still quiet, checking if she was sleeping or not as he gently placed cups on her bedside table, using his own novel as a coaster.
"He's sleeping. I don't know if you can manage tea. It might help," he told her softly.