Day 8 Prompt Horror Movies For @hetaween-event, But Started This For Day 2 Prompt Scary Movies @pruktober.

Day 8 prompt horror movies for @hetaween-event, but started this for day 2 prompt scary movies @pruktober.

The saddest cinderella story

The oldest of them knew what was happening the moment the sound of the front door slamming shut on the far side of the house reached his ears. It immediately woke up the boy who, having learned to sleep lightly just in case, got out of his bed right away. Holding onto his blanket, he only grabbed the torchlight off his nightstand and the book he always kept besides his bed.

As he left his room, the boy could hear the voices getting louder and he quickly ran to Emma’s room. He was by her bedside in an instant and dropped the items he was holding, so that he could shake her awake. When the girl slowly opened her eyes and saw her big brother, she wanted to ask him why he was in her room. Yet the moment she noticed his expression, the young girl knew things were bad.

“Go get Henri and get him back here.” The older boy ordered as he began dragging some of the furniture in his only sister’s room around. He took the blanket of her bed and laid it down on the ground as well as the pillows that had been on her bed. Then, just as the girl returned to her room with a small boy, Johan threw the blanket that he had taken with him over the rearranged furniture creating a small tent.

He motioned for them to get inside of the small sanctuary as they could hear the voices getting louder and angrier. He closed the door as quickly as he dared so that the sound of the door moving wouldn’t be noticed.

Then he crawled into the tent he just made, taking the book and the torch light as he took his spot between his younger siblings. Turning on the light, he opened the book and began reading from Cinderella. Tonight they would be safe.

He stayed silent for a moment as the bedroom door began to open, but them started speaking in a hushed voice. The oldest of the siblings had learned that despite the light and some soft spoken words, the angry voice would not disturb the pillow fort they were hiding in.

Maybe he would have to face the consequences of hiding away, but for now all of them were safe as he kept telling the story of Cinderella, the girl that had to work hard  and never got anything in return until she did.

He told them how a fairy godmother and a prince charming would rescue them. How he would make sure someone would come for them and get them out of here.

Even if that someone would have to be Johan himself one day.

Even if he would have to leave alone because fairytales weren’t real and his siblings would no longer listen to him when he didn’t have a pillow fort anymore and it wasn’t a magical pumpkin carriage he was leaving in.

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Day 4 prompt fairytales for @hetaween-event

After the second time she pressed a wrong key she was annoyed enough at the way he kept staring at her that she changed to Chopin. It had never been uncommon for Antonio to join her in the music room when he had the time to spare back when they had been married, but he had never looked at her quite like that.

When she played the wrong key yet again though, she was absolutely done with it and turned away from the grand wing to glare at him.

He looked at her in surprise. “Why did you stop playing?” Not the question he should be asking, he was playing dumb. The man was smarter then he usually let on, Anneliese knew that because she had known him so long and she knew him well.

“You should ask me why I’m angry.” She told him.

He smiled at her and asked “Why are you so angry, dear?”

The woman huffed and looked away. “You distract me, why are you here anyway?” Her ex had just shown up without any official business or other reason, but she had allowed him to stay anyway.

“Simply to visit you.” He answered, still smiling.

“And to stare at me.” She grumbled annoyed.

Antonio looked at her for another moment before walking over and sitting down next to her at the grand wing. He took her hands at placed the back at the keys and asked her to play something again.

As she began moving her fingers across the keys again, he began talking. Talking about the past and old glory. How, for as rich as he had been her eyes were brighter than the most beautiful gems he had ever owned.

“What?” She was the only thing she could manage.

“Especially when you’re playing Chopin.” Did the idiot really just say that? No wonder he was one of Gilbert’s best friends.

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Day 2 prompt "But none of those gems shine brighter than your eyes." For @spaus-weekweek.

Using the free day token for @hetaween-event with day 6 prompt Addams family for @pruktober.

@pruktober Yes those are little fairies. I usually draw my fem!England with some of them present.

Day 8 prompt horror movies for @hetaween-event, but started this for day 2 prompt scary movies @pruktober.

I made cannoli!

She couldn’t believe she was going through all this trouble just because he was coming over to visit, besides he was really here to hang out with Chiara’s younger brother anyway. There were so many places she could buy this and for some reason she had decided to make it herself. From scratch! She was rarely found in the kitchen because everyone already knows that Feliciano was the better cook between them. He was always better than her at everything.

Instead the woman found herself at the nearest store to get everything she was going to need to prepare this. Just the trip to buy all the ingredients had left her annoyed and nearly out of energy to even get to actually making it.

Chiara placed all the ingredients she would need to make this for him, to show all of them that she was as a good cook as well. All she needed for this was time. Making it was easy enough but simply required time to get it ready.

It took her all day to get this done and Chiara had only just finished the dish when someone was knocking on the front door. She could already hear her little brother running through the house to open the front door for his best friend, but the woman managed to beat him to it.

As she opened the door and looked at the blond man, she nearly pushed the plate with food into his face. “I made cannoli!” She told him loudly while the blush on her face was a bright red shade.

Behind her in the hallway, she could hear Feliciano complain that is was not the right time to eat that and that she was bothering his friend. Ludwig however ignored that and took one of them. Then told her the cannoli she made turned out very nicely and praised Chiara for her skill in the kitchen. As he spoke there was a slight pink colour noticeable on his cheeks and ears.

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Day 4 prompts Sweets & treats and Domestic for @hws-germano-week's 2nd week of 2023.