A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2019-03-24 06:44:23 +0000 UTC]

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2019-03-24 06:45:07 +0000 UTC]

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2019-03-24 06:45:30 +0000 UTC]

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2019-03-24 06:46:04 +0000 UTC]

 
um
i think the fuck n OT
//yeets away
 you'll never catch me ; ^ )

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2019-03-24 06:46:27 +0000 UTC]

okay, i don't like exercise anyway

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2019-03-24 06:47:54 +0000 UTC]

im a lesbian

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2019-03-24 06:48:14 +0000 UTC]

i thought u were american

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2019-03-24 06:49:26 +0000 UTC]

  just for that
//hands him eva
change her dipey > : (

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baellissima In reply to baellissima [2019-04-23 02:44:55 +0000 UTC]

{ i need to redo my cannons, info on my page, and so much moooooore but im so lazyyyyyyyyy }

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alma-al-aire In reply to baellissima [2019-04-17 14:48:30 +0000 UTC]

[[ your headcannon pics for feli are so pretty kjhfkdjfhgs 
overall just a very nicely designed account 1000/10

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baellissima In reply to alma-al-aire [2019-04-18 01:41:13 +0000 UTC]

oh thank you!! I try my best!! ; v ; i would love to rp sometime. ❤️

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alma-al-aire In reply to baellissima [2019-04-18 08:59:46 +0000 UTC]

[[ yes! I would love to do that, just drop me a message or something! Let's plan!

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baellissima In reply to alma-al-aire [2019-04-21 23:27:06 +0000 UTC]

{ aww yes u v u v excited! }

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2019-03-24 06:49:17 +0000 UTC]

"Hey Feli, guess what, I'm pregnant. It's not yours. It's Ivan's. Kms."

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2019-03-24 06:50:32 +0000 UTC]

"ah, fucking finally."
//she sighs
"I always knew you not having a prostate would bite you in the ass"
//snorts
"literally"

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-29 23:24:37 +0000 UTC]

It had been four months since the birth of their second daughter: Eva. With their 2 year old toddler, Isabella, and newborn, the mother and father utilized any spare time for the basic fundamentals: eating, resting, and maintaining an orderly household. Spending time with one another was scarce. As Ludwig was too honed on baring the balance of fatherhood-domesticity and national service; whilst Feliciana centered herself around motherhood and housewife obligations. Their exchanges were brief, their two schedules paralleled, and their intimacy was rare. In fairness, they weren't 'deprived' of one another, as they were both too consumed and exhausted to focus on marital affairs. However, when Ludwig's sister, Julchen, had taken notice of their lack of affection towards one another: she decided to remedy it. The Prussian insisted she watch Isabella and Eva for the weekend, allowing for the German and Italian to have two days to themselves. Highlighting to Ludwig in private how the duo's dynamic had changed since Eva's birth; which, Ludwig agreed to with honest acknowledgment. On the evening of Saturday, after Ludwig and Feliciana had dressed for their activities, in which the attentive husband planned, they brought over their two children to Julchen's quaint and humble home, helping to settle them in before returning to Ludwig's sleek ebony BMW. He waved to Julchen and began the car, driving them down the dirt road as he reassured his concerned wife that Isabella and Eva were in good care, and that she could savor the evening without worry. He promised her that the anxiety she had would ebb away when she saw their 'surprise' destination. After a brief twenty minute drive, Ludwig presented the illuminated establishment with a hint of hope, "Bunte Gaumen," he introduced, "this is the art gallery you had mentioned to me last year that was in construction. Apparently," he assumed from memory, "you paint a designated picture with an instructor. I believe tonight's painting is suppose to be a colorful scenery with a pathway. I may create a tragedy instead though." Ludwig exited the car and went to her side, opening the door for her, offering her a hand, "Ready for a comedy?" 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-29 23:46:41 +0000 UTC]

Motherhood filled the Italian woman's life with the utmost joy. Ever since she met Ludwig, she knew he was the one she desired to create a family with. A couple of years passed and the couple had been blessed with two beautiful girls. Although the girls made Feliciana's day filled with the utmost happiness, there was  hardly any chance for her to spend quality time with her husband. Some days were worse than others, him being gone for 18 hour shifts and then having little energy to interact with her, and save it for the children. So when Julchen declared she could in fact handle both Isabella and Eva, why did she feel so guilty when her desire was filled by spending time with Ludwig? Feliciana tried to forget about her kids yet every little thing seemed to remind her of them. She sighed, hopping in Ludwig's car, her honey amber orbs watching his appearance. He always looked so nice, and even she decided to clean up, going all out. As opposed to the everyday mom look of a messy bun with a large shirt that most likely had baby spit up on it, Feliciana looked beautiful. Her hair swept past her hips in elegant curls, beautiful crown braids in her hair. Even the casual dress she had on hugged every curve in the right manner. Perhaps this did feel like a nice change of pace. Stepping out from his BMW, Feliciana's heels clicked against the ground. Her lips parted in a surprised gasp, "No way, really? Oh that sounds like so much fun! I don't even remember the last time I've painted. Oh this is wonderful!" She walked towards him, pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek, then lips. Taking a look around the Italian noticed, "Oh my, there are quite a lot of cars here. Hopefully we can sit next to one another." Taking her hand in his she walked with him inside the shop, all the canvases and paints laid out. The woman noticed all the seats but two were taken, but they were on opposite spectrum of the room. Feliciana frowned, "I guess we won't spend as much time together as we wanted to, huh? Oh well.." She seemed quite sad, her eyes giving away her emotions. 

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-30 00:19:20 +0000 UTC]

When Ludwig kissed his wife's tempting lips back, he complimented her as they separated, "You are sensational tonight, ma dame," he seductively teased with a lick of French, "il n'y a pas de princesse, mais une reine élégante (there is no princess, but an elegant queen)." Subtly mocking his in-law's perspective, whilst complimenting his wife's radiance, it was as if he were not solely her husband, or father of her children, but merely her lover. A lover who seemed to hold no sense of responsibility besides prioritizing her, as if there were nothing more attached to their arrangement. Ludwig adored his daughters; however, he managed to slip them from his mind. They were in the responsible care of his sister. It was only she and him. He held no guilt towards centering himself around his wife for an evening, they may have been parents, but that did not invalidate their individuality or personal marriage. Ludwig retorted, "I do not remember the last time I painted either," he muttered beneath his breath, "that didn't involve organic resources." Deciding to remain charming instead of sinisterly humorous, he teased, "The only art I have ever produced was our children." He took ahold of her hand and strolled in nonchalantly with her. Surprised momentarily at the amount of people, but seemingly unfazed. Hearing her melancholy remark, Ludwig glanced down at her and raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? There are two seats." He led her over to the furthest end of the room, and sat down onto the stool, "One," he counted aloud," two." Ludwig brought his hands to her defined hips and slid her onto his lap. He rested her against him as he scanned over all the arranged brushes, picking the first one up and bringing it to her lips, "Now," he huskily ordered, "smile. Or I'll have to paint one on, and you don't want an expression more heinous than my scowl." 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-30 00:36:42 +0000 UTC]

"Well you look like a piece of art yourself, dear. Everywhere we travel to I notice that all eyes always tend to fall towards you. I don't mind though, because I know that you love me." She smiled at his comment, her cheeks tinting the perfect shade of pink from feeling absolutely beautiful by him. "Even though you aren't so comfortable with painting dear, don't worry! I will teach you some basics. I'm quite a good teacher. Even Isabella and Eva enjoy taking lessons from their mommy. Did you know they found some of my old sketchbooks? Now they make me prove my artistic abilities by drawing anything that comes from the top of their heads." Looking around there were tons of canvases too choose from, so Feliciana picked the largest one since she and Ludwig were supposed to be sharing- yet all the seats were taken. All hope was lost until her small body began to be pushed back into her husbands strong arms, surprised that he had himself wrapped around her. At that moment, it felt as if they only had one another. All background noise seemed to fade away as she looked into his eyes, the once small pout turning right side up into her beautiful smile. "I kind of like your scowl, I can't imagine anything else on your face. When it's forced- anyway." Feliciana grabbed another brush and the cup of water, readying themselves for the painting adventure they were about to get into. On the right side of the wall a large painting of the goddess Aphrodite hung up, making Feliciana gasp. "Dear, look! Did you know I ah, I modeled for that painting back in the 1500's! It's true, I remember everything about it, ah it was so lovely. You don't mind, right? I promise I didn't show that much skin to anyone else until I was married-" her fidgety hands poured different colors of the primary paint into the small artist mixing tray, the instructor getting ready to teach his lesson. He smiled, approaching the couple. "Hello there, nice to always have some first timers here! You're girlfriend here is quite the beauty sir, she reminds me of my lovely Aphrodite over there!" He said and laughed. One of the older woman in her 30's sat close to Ludwig and Feliciana with her girlfriends, attracted to Ludwig but jealous of the beauty she held. The girls scoffed and whispered towards her colleges, "Probably reminds him of that girl because she's definitely a whore."

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-30 01:09:05 +0000 UTC]

"You should teach them while they're young," he commentated as he placed the brush down, "any 'natural talent' they could have acquired in the fine arts  from you was instantly cancelled out when my genetics infused. Lessons will spare them from the impending collision of biological sabotage." The German bore a canine smirk, "Well aren't I flattered." Ludwig hummed as he directed his attention towards the grand painting, commentating, "Yes, it it quite the masterpiece." He seemed impressed when she revealed her contribution to the renowned artwork, "Why would I shun a part of your historical documentation? Considering the renaissance was a keen event in Italian culture, it is only proper to have its representation encased in its memory. Now that I examine it closer though, I can see your figure in the depiction of the goddess. Regal, yet relaxed." An amused purr rumbled through his throat, "You do not need to justify yourself to a man who wasn't born until the 1800's." When the instructor introduced himself, Ludwig corrected him, "Good evening to you as well. This is my wife actually, we've been married for three years now. We have two children and decided to have a night to ourselves." He agreed, "She does bare a strong resemblance to Aphrodite. Considering the painting was modeled off of her physique." His iceberg hues fell onto the paints, deciphering the vague color he saw. He was not artistry inclined, but he would make an effort to mirror the instructor's creation, or so he intended. Ludwig muttered to the woman who sat comfortably on his lap, "Why does this brush have the appearance of a flogger?" He took the fan brush in-between his fingers, and out of curiosity, dipped it in some paint and swiped it against the paper towel, observing its stroke. "Interesting," he analyzed aloud, "it has a fingernails down the back pattern."

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-30 01:35:20 +0000 UTC]

"Don't be preposterous Ludwig of course the girls in due time will inherit other skills from you! Even Eva who is only four months old has taking her liking to classical music. While Bella is taking her usual afternoon nap and I have to clean the house, I place Eva in the little carrier that rocks her automatically and she doesn't cry as long as I play her some of the classics you and I listened to way back one. She really loves classical pieces, it's quite adorable! maybe when she gets older you can teach her how to play an instrument, Isabella as well. Did you know Roderick once tried to teach me? I ended up breaking the piano from pressing the keys too hard out of frustration-" Feliciana paused for a moment, watching as the instructor of the class came over to their side. She thought for a moment he was going to tell her to get off of them, but instead he complimented her. The Italian woman smiled, nodding at Ludwig's remarks. "I have always wanted to do one of these classes and now the time is given it seems perfect!" The instructor eyes widened, "If you don't mind me asking- are you the representation of Italy? And you, Germany? it's an honor! I knew that painting was far too special to be modeled after any woman- you have not changed a day Ms. Vargas- or excuse me." He cleared his throat, "It's Ms. Beilschmidt now." The instructor told everyone to begin painting any background they wanted, but to follow his lead if they were unsure how to begin. Feliciana took a hold of Ludwig's right hand, "This is called a fan brush honey, though I can see why you may call it a flog. Naughty boy." She glided his hand near the forest green paints and made him dip his brush in it, making small soft strokes in the upper hand corner. "I know how much you love trees and such, what do you think? Can you handle something like this?" She flirted with him, batting her eyelashes.

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-13 21:09:33 +0000 UTC]

The evening had concluded; Eva was in bed, and the two exhausted parents were able to rest. Their eldest daughter, Isabella, had decided to partake in a camping trip with her friend, Harbor, and her two parents: Angelika and Markus. A quaint, modest family, whom Ludwig favored out of her selective pool of friends. He had became acquainted with Harbor's parents for four years while their children were in the same classes, and developed enough trust towards the couple that he would allow for them to take Isabella along on a camping trip to keep their own daughter company. When Harbor's father suggested to Ludwig that Isabella join, he encouraged her to accept the invitation; desiring for her to make fond memories with her friend, as well as increase her connection with nature. She seemed excited the night she departed, hugging her father, and excitedly sputtering how she couldn't wait to see all the different types of wildlife, and array of trees and foliage. It seemed ideal for her, at the time. She would only be gone for two days. The first day passed without implication of issue; the parents didn't contact Ludwig or Feliciana, and Isabella didn't call. There was reception from their camping location, which comforted the German father about his daughter's safety. Ludwig and Feliciana were sleeping when at 2 in the morning his cellphone rang. The android's screen lit up the dark room and his ringtone blared through the silent atmosphere. He instantly awoke and sat up, reaching over for his phone. He immediately answered, assuming it was work, due to the contact being unknown, "Beilschmidt." He greeted curtly, his tone solemn but groggy. 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-13 21:25:11 +0000 UTC]

Being a protective Mother, the idea of her little one going on a camping trip without her or Ludwig at her side made the Italian Mom feel quite uneasy. Taking a bit of persuasion from her beloved husband Ludwig, Feliciana agreed to it because it made Isabella light up with happiness. Shifting over when Ludwig sat up, Feli was in a deep sleep, continuing to cuddle into the blankets. Because she was such a heavy sleeper, the ringtone did not disturb her at all in the slightest. As long as Ludwig was by her side, to where she could feel his warmth, her small body always felt safe. In another manner, their daughter Isabella snuck off Harbor's dad's cellphone, dialing up her Father quickly. For some reason when she looked up at the stars, they aligned as if they were creating a path home. The camp site was very close, though the hours felt as if they were weeks. Sure, she completely adored the surroundings of wildlife. Ever since Bella was a little girl, she desired to go out and venture off into parks, or trails with her family. A dream come true, to be let go by her protective parents and get to have some freedom. So why did it feel so lonely? The five year old who soon turned six, upon hearing her Father's voice, began to cry. "D-Daddy..!!!!" She whimpered out, "Daddy please, I miss you. I miss you so much. I want to see you now. I'm so lonely without you a-and..!!" Choking on a sob she put her little hand over her mouth to quiet herself, as if not to wake the other campers. "Please Daddy, I miss you.."

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-13 21:59:34 +0000 UTC]

When he heard Isabella's distraught sobs, the grogginess that clouded his mind dissipated, alertness overwhelming sleep deprivation. Before he could inquire as to why she was mewling, he heard her spew out agonizingly, 'I miss you!' Sympathetic, he leaned down in bed and reassured his wailing daughter, "My Berlin," his voice was a soothing purr, "you will not be there for too much longer; you'll be home in the early afternoon." It pained him to hear her desperate cries, as he was unable to hold her and wipe her pouring eyes, but he attempted to comfort her as best he could. "I miss you as well, but you do not need to fret. I'll be right here waiting for you when you arrive." Concerned, he inquired with an edge of anger, but curiosity, "Did something occur that made you this upset? Did you have an argument with Mr. and Mrs. Richstein?" He mellowly continued, "Are you not having fun? Or do you simply want to come home?" Various scenarios went over in his mind; however, he thought through each one and analyzed the compatibility with his daughter's character. Leaving the most sensible option to assumption: her separation anxiety. The grandfather clock in their bedroom ticked on, as he glanced over at the time: 2 in the morning. How did she manage to find a cellphone without the chaperoning parent's being concerned as to her whereabouts? His paranoia about her safety caused him to interrogate, "Sweetheart, where are you? Are you still in the camp? You didn't wander off, did you?" 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-13 22:15:04 +0000 UTC]

Isabella held onto the phone with two trembling hands, her tears falling down her small face like a storm swooping over the forests in monsoon season. Afraid she might drop the cellular device onto the cold hard ground, little Bella sat down at the edge of the trailer's steps. Deep ocean eyes looked at the blackened sky, finding comfort in the starts shining above her. North, that's where home was. Took everything inside her to not follow the urge to follow the path. "Oh Daddy.." Isabella hiccuped out, snuggling into her giraffe Ludwig gave her when she was just an infant. Always, it provided comfort, a piece of him being with her always, no matter the distance. "Do you really miss me too? D-Do you promise?" Pausing for a moment, she tried to calm herself down, taking a few breaths, and grabbed a stick from under her. Smooth small strokes into the reddish dirt under her, she felt a tiny bit better hearing his calming stature. "It's not like that at all, Daddy.. I promise. I am having fun. So much fun, really. It's just.." The little one broke, wanting to be home with her family most of all. As much as she loved the outdoors, who did not want to return to a warm, and happy home? "I'm outside of the trailer, sitting on the steps. I just miss you! I miss everyone, I'm so lonely and it's not the same. I just want to be with you, mommy, and Eva. Please, a-are you mad at me..? Please don't be m-mad!! Daddy, I'm so scared without you! It hurts and-!! Wahhh!!!" Bella cried all over again into the phone, her tears staining the dirt beneath her from all the tears.

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-13 22:44:33 +0000 UTC]

His indignation subsided when Isabella reassured her she was safe, and that she was still near the trailer; the weight that submerged his heart with hysteria began to lift. Relief washing over him when she claimed she was having fun, and a quarrel with her chaperones didn't help bloom this yearning despair. Ludwig soothed, "Isabella, when you're not with me, all I focus on is how I wish you were with me. Out of altruism, longing, and love. I do not desire for you to leave my side, or leave my grasp. Of course," he admitted, "I have to let you explore without me, and accept opportunities that allow you independence. That is apart of developing into an adult, even if I refute." He lulled to his daughter, "I would never be upset with you over wanting to be with your family, it actually warms me to hear you want to be with us. That means you prioritize your family, and that you place your security with us. There is nothing more a father could want for." When her cries rang through the phone louder than before, Ludwig was tempted to depart immediately from the household and bring her home. He wasn't sure how he could bring her racing mind to rest without his physical presence; that wouldn't keep him from verbally bringing solace to the fearful child. "Isabella," he interrupted her panic, "Isabella, listen to me..." His tone became lower and smoother, his voice equating to the peacefulness of olden church bells, "I want you to go back inside and rest. Tuck yourself into bed and hold your giraffe close. When you open your eyes in the morning, you'll be on your way home. If you continue to stay up, you will feel as though the sun will never rise. Do you want me to sing to you to help you fall asleep?" He compassionately instructed her, knowing with her lack of sleep, her mood wouldn't enlighten, even with extensive exchanging. The father patiently waited for her sobbing to finish so he could understand her. Reaching over to his nightstand for his glasses, slipping them onto his face before turning on his light. 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-13 23:18:24 +0000 UTC]

Surprising enough with all of Isabella's cries, the sleeping family was not even fazed by them. Heavy sleepers was a trait they all shared, so Bella knew she didn't really have to keep down her volume to well. Though at the time, the only thing on her mind was her Father, and how she longed to return to his warm embrace. A wave of feeling relieved washed over her, knowing Ludwig felt similar to not having his daughter near her. Isabella began to think of all the fun she had without her Father being present. Loving nature, exploring little animals and insects, and taking pictures with the disposable camera all felt wonderful. Her best friend was with her too, and the girls talked, and held hands as they explored with her friends parents. "O-Okay Daddy.. I'm sorry to call you so late. I knew you would answer." She closed her eyes, her tears halting one more time. The sound of her Father's voice combined with the calmness of the crickets, felt calming. She imagined his warm arms embracing her smaller figure, her little giraffe being the only comfort at that moment. Just as he said, the little one nodded, "Okay. I'm going inside now to my room.." She climbed inside of the trailer, the squeaky door opening so even Ludwig could hear it on the other line. Isabella sniffled, "I'm pulling the blankets on me now. It's warm, feels nice.." She commented, the phone between her little fingers on the right hand side. She plugged in headphones to the phone, so her hands were free to cuddle the giraffe. This made it much easier to hear his soothing voice. "W-Will you do that for me? I want the All the Pretty Little Horses Song, p-please.. I like it when you sing it to me, Daddy.." She responded, her little thumb making its way to her mouth. "I want to hear it.."

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-14 03:45:52 +0000 UTC]

Ludwig lulled," There is never a moment in which you cannot call me, my Berlin. I will always be here." When Ludwig heard through the line her footsteps echo throughout the clearing while she reentered into the trailer; he felt the remaining amount of tension dissipate. Knowing she was genuinely secure with her temporary guardians. Ludwig smiled when she narrated she was in bed; her comfort was his own, when his daughter was content he was content. He questioned her once more, "Are you alright now, Isabella? Do you feel better?" He would not end the call until he was reassured she was settled in and relaxed. When she confirmed she was warm and nestled into her covers, Ludwig purred, "Good, I want you to sleep well." When she requested one of her favorite lullabies, he half chuckled, "Yes Berlin, I will be more than elated to sing you it." With a voice comparable to the smoothest of velvet, deep and enrapturing, he began to sing the nursery lyrics with love and adoration entwined in the words: 

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake, you shall see
Coach and six-a-little horses


 Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
All the pretty little horses

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses

 Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
All the pretty little horses...

When he didn't hear her voice, and only her steady breathing, Ludwig whispered, "Goodnight Isabella, I love you." Concluding the call. When he hung up, he placed the phone on his nightstand once again. Taking off his glasses, and shutting off the light. The German man laid back into bed and put an arm around his inching wife, falling asleep next to her side once more until the rising of dawn. 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-14 05:33:06 +0000 UTC]

"You always sang.." The child yawned, her body calming down from the stress she felt moments ago. "You always sand this song to me when I was just a little baby. I remember, it makes me miss you even more. But.. I want to hear it Daddy, thank you.." She suckled her thumb, listening in to the comforting words. Every low note he sand felt as if an angel was rocking her to bed. The child imagined the warmth of the blankets embracing her more and more, like Ludwig did when she had a bad nightmare and desired to sleep between him and Feliciana. By the third verse, Isabella fell asleep to the sound of his voice. Nothing but soft and steady breathing could be heard, as the microphone of the headphones she wore was close to her mouth. "Mmm.. Daddy.." She muttered, snuggling into her little giraffe.
Feliciana snuggled up into Ludwig's chest, adoring it when he also held her back. She felt so warm, so safe in his arms like always. She almost woke up, but then her body relaxed into his. 

The next morning Feliciana woke up bright and early, making a welcome back breakfast for Bella. The fresh smell of waffles filled the entire home, making it feel warm and cozy. "I'm surprised," Feliciana told Ludwig, "Isabella didn't call. Not once! I sure hope she had a wonderful time with her friends family. Do you think she'll be surprised that I made some waffles?" Soon the door belle rang, and Feliciana smiled. "Someone is home!" She sang. Eva ran to the door and opened it in a swift flash. "Bella!!!" She exclaimed, and hugged her. Isabella hugged back, but then the moment she laid eyes omn Ludwig, large tears streamed down her face. "D-Daddy!!!!" She exclaimed, running over and hugged his leg tightly. "I missed you!!!"

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-14 05:54:31 +0000 UTC]

When Ludwig awoke the following morning; he glanced over beside him, but before questions could arise he began to smell the delectable wafting of waffles. As Ludwig washed up for the morning, the phone call with Isabella lingered in his thoughts, wondering if she was well on the ride home. He dressed himself in casual attire: wearing the shirt Isabella bought him on Father's Day, and the shorts Feli insisted he should wear more often. After tying his tennis shoes, he went downstairs and complimented the Italian's impressive cooking, "How wonderful," he purred, "I'm sure Berlin will be delighted to come home to waffles." When the doorbell run throughout the home, he went towards the door, but was beaten to it by his ecstatic daughter. Ludwig goaded to his love, "Despite Eva complaining about Isabella and Isabella complaining about Eva, they really do long for each other when they're separated. Stockholm Syndrome, maybe?" He caught Isabella the moment she ran into his arms, kissing her carnation lips, "I missed you too," he then kissed her cheek, "I'm happy you're finally home." He held her small body as close to his as humanely possible, "It is too quiet in this house without you, your mother and I don't know what to do with ourselves!" He playfully half laughed as he tossed her in the air, cradling her afterwards and tickling her stomach. 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-14 06:28:30 +0000 UTC]

"It's like all siblings. They may fight, but they will always come back to one another. Just like you always crawling back to me." She booped his nose. The housewife took the waffles from their maker, homemade batter looking fluffier than ever. Eva refusing to eat until Bella got home, as so happy for two reasons. One, Isabella was home, her only sister and the only one who really played with her. Two, the waffles were going to get cold if they waited any longer. She ran to Feliciana, her little hands being grabby indicating she wanted to go up. With a smile Feliciana put her little princess into her high chair, cutting her waffle for her into little pieces. Isabella snuggled into Ludwig, her tears coming to a stop as she kissed him over and over. "Daddy!!! N-No that tickles!!" She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I have so much to tell you, so much to show you- but.. I really missed you. I was a big girl though! Even without you. for the most part.. Sorry for calling you and crying. I don't want you to think I'm a baby." She admitted to him, getting a little shy from recalling her separation anxiety. "Do you want to see the gifts and pictures I brought? We developed them on the way back, and I wrote down on the back of them what each photo is. Everything is in my backpack. All my stuff is super great!"

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-14 07:15:42 +0000 UTC]

Ludwig seemed enlivened when he heard Isabella brought back memors of her adventure; unfortunately, he couldn't attend the exploration with her, due to work obligations, so to see what she took part of would suffice his inquisitiveness. "I'm excited to see everything you brought home, Isabella," he entertained her, "I'm sure you captured beautiful pictures; we should make a scrapbook when we develop your photos." Ludwig had suggested, stirring her enthusiasm. "My Berlin, you're not a 'baby' for becoming upset over not having us there with you, you traveled alone for the first time, and that is intimidating. Yet, you handled it well, and I'm proud of you." He kissed her cheek and placed her down into her designated chair, her raspberry syrup drizzled waffle awaiting her. "You can show us all your memorabilia once you finish eating; I'm sure you must be famished, there is no breakfast that can compare to your mother's." Ludwig went over to fresh brew of coffee and poured himself a mug, using the Father's Day ceramic Isabella had crafted: his rainbow cat mug. He took a sip of the unsweetened brown liquid and sat adjacent to his two daughter's, Eva eating her cut up waffles obliviously, and Isabella eating hers with eager. "So what did you see while you were there?" He conversed with her, "Did you see the any herds of deer? You tend to see them around in the North during this time of year, considering it's birthing season." Ludwig hadn't traveled to the Northern forestries for a decade, having no spare time to indulge in a temporary escape from his reality, his agog clear. "Sometimes, when the fawns go astray from their mothers to graze, you are able to get close enough to feed them berries." He then questioned, "Did you find use for your butterfly encyclopedia? I heard Harbor enjoys monarch hunting as well."

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-16 04:41:34 +0000 UTC]

"A scrapbook sounds like a wonderful idea, Daddy! I have markers, glue, and the empty pages just waiting to be filled! Will you.. Do it with me? I have just so many photos. I hope they can all fit. Maybe I can title it My first Trip! Or, My Adventure in the wild!" The young girl felt so much better knowing she would never be a bother towards her Father. He never let her down, always answering every single call from her Mother's cellphone. Isabella repeatedly hugged him, until she broke away so he was able to get at the head of the table. Adjacent to him, she sat with her backpack on the side of her. Deep blue hues widened, "Mommy made my absolute favorite! Thank you so much!!" Feliciana leaned over Isabella, kissing her freckled cheek. "Only the best for my baby. There are fresh cut strawberries in the bowl to your left." In an instant Bella poured them all over her waffle, then shoved a mouthful of the crispy golden brought treat. "Mmm!" Her cheeks spread out from the big bite, looking similar to their pet hamster Squeakers. Swallowing, her attention from the yummy breakfast went right back to Ludwig. "The first day we got there in the morning and set up camp! It was fun because we had the trailer. Though I was a little disappointing because I thought we were going to have tents and sleeping bags. Then we got to swim in the lake! I wore a life jacket because they said I had to, but I know how to swim! I even got to see her Daddy's motorboat and we rode it super fast! After we swam we went hiking up the first trail. I saw a baby deer, some other cute birdies.." She thought for a moment, "Oh! I took my book, but I still couldn't find anything Daddy! We tried to look for butterflies but we saw none.. Just ugly moths. But since I love all creatures, I let it slide." 

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-16 05:43:10 +0000 UTC]

Ludwig thoughtfully pondered of an appropriate title for her scrapbook, suggesting, "What if you entitle it 'Young Adventuress?' To capture your dauntless personality. Though I do like 'My Adventures in the Wild' as well." He drank his coffee as he listened to her encounters, a small simper on his face. A monologue graced his thoughts as she continued her ardent recounts: Her love and appreciation for nature is sensational. It is a shame she will not be able to pursue a profession in biology or environmental preservation. She would have a niche for it. At least she delves herself into her experiences, and that will be enough to satisfy her, so I hope. Besides myself, I have not witnessed a child so informed about her surroundings and the diverse ecosystems of different regions. My Berlin, how you never falter to impress me. Bringing himself from his self induced mooniness, he comforted, "You'll be able to have the authentic experience one day, trailers," he validated, "take away from the intonation to nature. However, you'll have plenty of opportunity, that I assure you." He mused, "I'm appreciative he placed your safety into high regard, while you may be able to swim, Isabella, lakes tend to have unpredictable currents. I would have been angered had he let you swim without some sort of floatation." Ludwig exchanged with her, "Fawns are a calming sight. They contrast from the does and bucks, they're mellow, unperturbed. I'm glad you saw one." He hummed as he put his mug down, "You just have to scour in the right places, you won't see many in a very populated area, as they get startled. Which I assume you were in due to the fact trailers cannot penetrate deep into the forestry. Moths are pesky, but if you accept them, who am I to refute?" Ludwig was entertained by Isabella's stuffed facial expression, wittily shooting, "I knew those parents were squirrely." He leaned over to squeezed her cheeks, "You've gone nuts." 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-16 05:57:24 +0000 UTC]

Once Isabella finished her meal, she wiped her mouth and proceeded to wash her hands in the sink to rid herself of all the stickiness involved from fruit and maple syrup. Still wanting to show her Father what adventures she went on, Isabella took the pictures she collected from her film disposable camera, having 50 pictures. Most were blurry of course, a five year old not exactly having the most stable hands, and the camera itself not being a professional one to take a good shot. On the back of each picture was the name of what was in it. Her favorite one was selfie of me in the forest, labeled in the pink crayon for extra detail. The photo had a rather close up photo of Bella's upper face, from her nose, and the background of trees surrounding her. "See all the photos I took! I love them!" Even if they were not the highest of quality, she appreciated each one she took. She then reached into her backpack, grabbing a large, rough looking stone, and a smooth plain rock. "I found this one," She explained, "Down by the river. It feels so smooth, like a blanket! I wanted to give it to you. This other one is supposed to have a treasure inside?? That's what Harbor's daddy told me. but it just looks ugly. He called it something weird, not a rock. A.. A gina?" The word she was looking for in that moment was a geode. Feli smiled towards Ludwig, "Why don't you go figure out that treasure outside with Isabella, Dear?" She said, subliminally warning him not to crack it open and make a mess in the house for her. 

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-17 00:01:45 +0000 UTC]

Ludwig leaned over her shoulder as he watched her pour through her rather poor quality photos. He could see the pride radiate off her face, and her articulation of her photos' descriptions, which was all that mattered. He smiled at her 'selfie of me in the forest,' finding her intentioned pose adorable. Ludwig pointed at the trees she had been surrounded by and informed, "Those are called Spruces; they're apart of the Pinaceae family." He then pointed to one tree in particular that was captured to her right, "And that one is a Pseudotsuga Menziesii, but commonly known as a Douglas-Fir." His iceberg eyes fell onto the presented rock, a tranquil expression gracing his face, he took the rock and ran his fingers over the smooth exterior, something so mundane suddenly becoming special. "Thank you, my Berlin, this is a lovely gift." He placed it onto the dining room table as he explained, "Geodes, when you open them, have crystals that align the inside, you can find: jasper, agate, chalcedony, and quite a few other types of nodules. They may be unpleasing from the outside, but they're quite stunning interior wise." Ludwig glanced over at his wife's subtle insisting, reassuring her, "We'll go outside and open it, come Isabella, you'll be impressed when you see it. It's as if you have your own unforeseen cavern." He stood from his seat and took her by the hand, bringing her out into their open backyard. He sat her down onto the ground and went towards their shed, bringing out a hammer and large nail. Resting beside her, he placed the nail onto the rock's center, holding it in place, and gave the hammer to the eager child, instructing lightly, "Go ahead and hit the nail with as much force as you can. No need to be shy." Since it was her discovery, he wanted her to be the one to unveil what was hiding inside. 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-17 02:07:37 +0000 UTC]

"The moment I saw the rock I knew I wanted to give it to you as a gift!" Heading outside, the smaller elbowed Ludwig softly, whispering to him, "The reason I wanted to give the rock to you and not Mommy is because she doesn't like anything about nature, or finds it interesting like we do! SO I hope you do think it's special. It's special to me." Isabella held the large geode while they headed outside , finding a place on their stone path to crack it. About 15 feet away from their home she set the rock down, circling around it. How did such a potato looking rock develop crystals inside? Frankly, she believed Ludwig wanted to play a trick on her. "Are you lying to me? How can it have different colors of crystals? how do they get in there? I have so many questions. But.. I'll try it!" Taking the hammer from her Father like he instructed, she hit the nail as hard as she could. It cracked a bit, so she hit it again, and again. Finally, the rock split open to reveal all sorts of black jagged crystals, reflecting in the sunlight. She picked up the two halves. "oh my gosh!!!! It's black but- it's also a rainbow!!!" She said, jumping up and down with excitement. Handing Ludwig the other half of the geode, she put them together again with her hand. "Daddy, you can have this too. One half for me, and one for you! We can be twins! I love it so much. Why is it black? Is it special?"

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-17 02:32:14 +0000 UTC]

"Anything you give to me is special," he purred in response, "your mother is an... uppity... woman. Or, someone who prefers the indoors. She isn't as in-tune to nature as we are due to the fact she wasn't reared in it; she was raised to be a proper 'lady.' Apparently," there was snide in his voice, "proper women don't associate with nature, as Francis had taught her." Ludwig hummed, "It is a shame, I believe she would enjoy it if she adapted herself, but I'm in a way, I'm glad she doesn't enjoy adventuring into it, because it's something special for you and I." As she was hitting the rock, he explained to her, "Geodes are created in the hollow areas of soil, such as animal burrows or tree roots. They are also formed in the bubbles in volcanic rock. Over time, dissolved minerals seep into a hollow area and harden into an outer shell creating the geode. The minerals continue to form on the inside walls of the shell, growing towards the center." Ludwig smiled as she cracked it open, "Hence, they have different color varieties. He passed her the two halves and watched her marvel at their unique coloration, adoration gleaming in his eyes at the sight. When she offered him the other half, he kissed her cheek, "Thank you, I love it as well." Examining the black-rainbow crystals, he declared, "It seems you found an iridescent black calcite geode." The German father complimented her, "It is quite the find! Usually, most have quartz, so to see you discovered a geode with black calcite is brilliant." Ludwig wrapped an arm around her side and pulled her close, raising the geode towards the sun, a rainbow shroud painting Isabella's face and upper body, "Though you're the true gem." 

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-17 02:53:16 +0000 UTC]

Isabella's giggle sounded like angles from the choir, an absolute delight to hear, making anyone feel happy to the brim. There was nothing better than spending quality time with her Daddy. Being around Feliciana all day was something she was used to, so getting to do things, go places, with Ludwig was far more special. Hey Daddy?" She asked, still observing the calcite geode in the sunlight, each black crystal respectfully reflecting all seven colors of the rainbow spectrum. "I am turning six this Friday. All I want for my birthday, well.. What I really want is to go camping with you! I want to see the mountains again. More animals, trails, because you know more about it than anyone! I have so many questions, and so many things I didn't get to see with Harbor's family." She snuggled into him, kissing his cheek. "And if I am with you, I won't be scared, or miss home. Having you by me makes me feel safe.. So, do you think we can? Go camping together?" her voice was shy, "I don't want anything else. I really want to be with you." 

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-17 03:17:14 +0000 UTC]

Ludwig put the geode down and turned his attention to her, an inquisitive expression on his face. He listened intently to her wish, his rare smile returning. That was all she wanted? Quality time with him? He felt a mixture of emotions: flattery, elation, and excitement. Not only would it be his daughter's gift, but his own. There was nothing he desired more than spending time with his children individually, to grant them the quality time they deserved. It allowed him to show his unconditional affection, and give them his undivided attention, wanting them to feel as though the world orbited around them. Sometimes, that being difficult when his attention was constantly absorbed into a hectic home environment; three vibrant energies consuming his time in unbalanced amounts. Excitedly, he clapped his hands, "That would be brilliant! You and I could go camping in the Black Forest! It is in the state of Baden-Württemberg- the southwest of Deutschland, it's where I grew up. It has a beautiful lake, a plentiful amount of fishery, various animals, a multitude of hiking trails, and some of the most diverse trees and foliage in our nation. We could depart on our trip after your birthday party, and we'll return Sunday evening, or Monday morning, depending on what your mother and I decide. I don't believe school should interfere with an educational and celebratory trip. Besides, school is a societal concept anyway, you'll learn more on our adventure than you would have being contained in a cramped and chaotic classroom." He planned, "We'll make it a priority to find at least 20 of your butterflies as well, you didn't find any before because you didn't know where to look. However, I know of a place, a hidden cavern, that holds hundreds of butterflies. I would go to the cavern and study them when I was a young boy."

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-19 04:22:26 +0000 UTC]

Isabella being the firstborn child got all the time in the world to spend with Feliciana and Ludwig, until Eva came a long of course. It took a while for Isabella to understand the responsibilities of being an elder sister. She had to set a good example, not get jealous, and always abide by what Eva wanted to do. So when Ludwig decided he would in fact leave with Bella for a couple of days, just the two of them, there was nothing better to ask for. The birthday wish she had been dying to have would finally come true. "Oh my gosh I can't believe it! Yes, yes, yes!!" She practically jumped up and down, full of excitement. After so long of dealing with what Eva wanted, she could finally get something in which would stay in her memories forever. "this is the best birthday present ever Daddy! I want to learn all the things from you. I want to see animals with you, see the butterflies, and find more treasures.. We don't have an RV like Harbor's Daddy, so are we gonna get one? If I'm going to be honest, I rather have a tent and sleeping bag.. The RV is fun but, I like to be as close to nature as possible! And the tent encase it rains, but even if it does I promise I'll love it!" Isabella attached herself to his leg, giving it a squeeze. "You promise though, right? No taking it back.. I know Eva will try to take you away from me. She always does.." 

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A-ryan In reply to baellissima [2018-05-23 03:45:23 +0000 UTC]

Ludwig's usually chilled iceberg eyes lit up with glee at her excitement; it warmed him to see his daughter so enthused about spending three days with him. That quality time with him was all she wanted; how the innocence and emotional drive of a child was so admirable. Isabella's enthrallment over their impending adventure reminded him of his own childhood: when his elder sister, Julchen, would arrive home from her month long deployments, and spend her time at home with him, and solely him. How he would yearn for her to come home, patiently awaiting the time he would be able to bond with her, to hold her hand, and learn. In an odd way, peering at Isabella in that moment, was as if he was looking into the reflection of a mirror. 'How the roles have morphed.' Ludwig smiled down at his legs and took her into his arms, "No, we won't be renting an RV, that isn't true camping, true camping is when you have nothing more than a tent, a backpack, and a handmade fire. In another sense, it is essentially privileged survival. When I was a young boy, I would hunker down into a hollowed log, or create my own shelters from pine branches and catgut. Which," he chuckled, "is a natural created fiber- or string- harvested from the insides of animals. Needless to say, modern 'camping' is privileged, but I wouldn't want to expose you to the elements in their entirety. You're much too young. Tents will suffice your need for connection with the nature around you, that I can ensure." Titling his head he nodded with a small smirk, "We will not be taking your sister. This is your birthday present, and you're entitled to have quality time with your father. She may complain and have a tantrum over the announcement, but she'll eventually accept it. I won't allow for her to ruin your day. That wouldn't be quite fair, would it?"

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baellissima In reply to A-ryan [2018-05-23 04:40:14 +0000 UTC]

Isabella tugged on his hand, "Then if you really mean it Daddy, we need to go inside and let mommy and Eva know! I don't want it to be cancelled, or take back.. I'm scared. So I want to make sure." The little one had seen situations in which her younger sister cried and begged for hours at a time, until she got her way. Not this time, Bella wanted to be with her Daddy. Eva, or work, would not get in the way of her perfect birthday present. All she wanted was to spend quality time with him. As the duo walked in, Feliciana folded the laundry while Eva watched her cute German cartoons, blocks spread out on the living room floor as she played. Isabella stood in front of the television, blocking Eva's view. The younger shouted, "Hey!" But Isabella stood her ground. "Mommy! Eva! Daddy and I are going camping this weekend. Just the two of us. It's what I asked for, because my birthday is Friday. I'm having my party Thursday. Um.. yeah. Did I miss anything Daddy?" Isabella asked him. That is when Eva interjected, her little feet kicking her blocks. "No no no no!!! Daddy is not going with you because he's staying at home!! Mommy said he had the days off to be with us! With me! I won't let you take him!!" Eva began to sob, running to Ludwig, "Daddy tell Isabella no!! You're my daddy too, I hate her! Bad bella!!!" She said, making hr grabby hands for Ludwig to pick her up. "it's not f-fair!! Please don't g-go!!!!"

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