❀⠀𝒁𝐢ska,⠀( event )
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He covered his ears too. It sounded too much like that awful gun.
He laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms, careful not to squish her too much.
He laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms, careful not to squish her too much.
Franziska rolls over and nearly bumps her head into Miles’s leg. She peeks her eyes open carefully, realizing. When she hears thunder again, she is quick to cover both of her ears. Loud. :(
"Huh?"
Oh. She's trying to learn English. He cleared his throat.
"What dress do you want."
A little smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes.
"I want. . . this one."
He pointed at the dress in question.
"The red one."
Oh. She's trying to learn English. He cleared his throat.
"What dress do you want."
A little smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes.
"I want. . . this one."
He pointed at the dress in question.
"The red one."
Everytime Miles mentions something in English, she stares with curiosity. What is he trying- well, she tries ‘English’ to the best of her ability. Hmmmm. Brows are scrunched together.
“ What dress . . do you- ”
Processing ummmm. 🤔
“ Miles. ” Okay, you sound silly.
“ What dress . . do you- ”
Processing ummmm. 🤔
“ Miles. ” Okay, you sound silly.
Miles gently scooped her up and settled her on his hip. The me tuom of her mother sent a pang to his chest. He didn't know her that well, but the brief time he spent with her she was nothing but kind to him.
"Ich habe. . . sie schon einmal getroffen, aber ich kenne sie nicht so gut wie deinen —
"Ich habe. . . sie schon einmal getroffen, aber ich kenne sie nicht so gut wie deinen —
A gasp, her eyes light up briefly.
“ Kennst du meinen Papa? ”
She seems a bit more willing to cooperate in that moment. Her feet bounce and so does she. She’s letting out happy hums.
“ Wissen Sie, wo wir sind? Was ist mit meiner Mama? ” 💧
Franziska asks worriedly, she looks around.
“ Kennst du meinen Papa? ”
She seems a bit more willing to cooperate in that moment. Her feet bounce and so does she. She’s letting out happy hums.
“ Wissen Sie, wo wir sind? Was ist mit meiner Mama? ” 💧
Franziska asks worriedly, she looks around.
"Franziska. . . Ich bin Miles. Ich kenne deinen Papa, aber ich weiß nicht, wo er ist."
He very gently took her hand.
"Ich kann Ihnen helfen, ihn zu finden."
He very gently took her hand.
"Ich kann Ihnen helfen, ihn zu finden."
Franziska blinks and squints at him, she’s quiet — at least she’s able to understand him.
“ Ich bin Franziska. . .Kennst du meine Mama und meinen Papa? ”
She asks, taking a step closer. A small hand slowly reaches out to take his hand. Her lips are pursed.
“ Wir wollten in den Park gehen. . ”
“ Ich bin Franziska. . .Kennst du meine Mama und meinen Papa? ”
She asks, taking a step closer. A small hand slowly reaches out to take his hand. Her lips are pursed.
“ Wir wollten in den Park gehen. . ”
Oh this is definitely who he thinks it is. Shit.
"Wie heißen Sie? Ich kann Ihnen helfen, sie zu finden."
He held a hand out to her.
"Wie heißen Sie? Ich kann Ihnen helfen, sie zu finden."
He held a hand out to her.
Wh- His gaze felt like a hawk. She’s sure she flinched once. What kind of stare is that? . . . She’s a few moments away from hitting this man and running off.
Instead, she just stares. For some odd reason, he looks familiar.
“ Ich weiß nicht, wo meine Familie ist. Mama und Papa. . ”
Instead, she just stares. For some odd reason, he looks familiar.
“ Ich weiß nicht, wo meine Familie ist. Mama und Papa. . ”
Habit kicked in immediately. He found himself having a staring contest with a toddler.
What is he doing?
He blinked and looked away. Shaking his head he knelt down to her level.
"Uhm, are you-"
A pause. If this is who he thinks she is she doesn't speak English.
"Er, bist du verloren?"
What is he doing?
He blinked and looked away. Shaking his head he knelt down to her level.
"Uhm, are you-"
A pause. If this is who he thinks she is she doesn't speak English.
"Er, bist du verloren?"
Franziska is wearing a little scowl looking around, it seems like she’s lost. . . Now where did her brother go, or Papa or Mama? 💧
Maybe she’s the one who wandered off — she does a little spin around trying to check; when she spots Miles, she just stares at him neutrally with her brows furrowed.
Maybe she’s the one who wandered off — she does a little spin around trying to check; when she spots Miles, she just stares at him neutrally with her brows furrowed.
Uh.
There is a toddler who looks like his sister. And there's no one else around.
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There is a toddler who looks like his sister. And there's no one else around.
@perfectionskin.bsky.social
That's too many words for him to translate at once. He instead moved to sit next to her on the floor.
"What- uh, Was. . . sollen wir. . . zuerst tun?"
This is making his head hurt.
"What- uh, Was. . . sollen wir. . . zuerst tun?"
This is making his head hurt.
Ziska nods resolutely, a barely visible smirk on her face. Next, she lets out a giggle while she adjusts the blue cat doll in her hands. Joy in its movements.
“ Ja. Papa will sich nicht mit mir verkleiden. Und Mama ist . . . um away, ja. ” She sits down on the floor, basically falling over. Oof.
“ Ja. Papa will sich nicht mit mir verkleiden. Und Mama ist . . . um away, ja. ” She sits down on the floor, basically falling over. Oof.
He's shaky, but he has to find his sister.
He finds her there and quietly sits beside her.
He finds her there and quietly sits beside her.
It seems she fell asleep there.
"Dolls? Are, uh, Werden wir uns verkleiden. . . um, dolls?"
Miles stared at the dolls for a moment before gently taking the red one. He likes red. It's not his favorite color but she seemed to favor blue.
Miles stared at the dolls for a moment before gently taking the red one. He likes red. It's not his favorite color but she seemed to favor blue.
“ Dolls. ”
Franziska says, she has basically disappeared under the height of the bed — it’s a wonder she can reach the bed for rest . . the little step stool by the side of her bed was a helpful friend for her. She picks up two little kitty dolls.
“ Red, and blue! ”
Almost to say: choose one!
Franziska says, she has basically disappeared under the height of the bed — it’s a wonder she can reach the bed for rest . . the little step stool by the side of her bed was a helpful friend for her. She picks up two little kitty dolls.
“ Red, and blue! ”
Almost to say: choose one!
Thunderstorm, she’s hiding under the dining room table crying.
Miles sat on the bed and watched her curiously.
"What are you doing, 'Ziska?"
He was under the impression the two of them would be dressing up. If he was just dressing up dolls that's something completely different.
"What are you doing, 'Ziska?"
He was under the impression the two of them would be dressing up. If he was just dressing up dolls that's something completely different.
The stare dulls a bit while she contemplates his words. But - how is she supposed to . . ? Maybe, another day. She skips over to the little chest with her dolls and dress up clothes.
“ Okay. . Little red clothes for my little brother. ” Surprisingly, she pulls out the dolls, wait does she mean-
“ Okay. . Little red clothes for my little brother. ” Surprisingly, she pulls out the dolls, wait does she mean-
O-Oh. . .
"Uhm. . . Okay. Just don't put me in a dress. I don't like dresses. Uh, Ich mag. . . keine. . . Kleider."
"Uhm. . . Okay. Just don't put me in a dress. I don't like dresses. Uh, Ich mag. . . keine. . . Kleider."
She looks up at him, and makes up her mind on the spot.
“ Dress. . . up! ”
She says doing a little twirl in her outfit, what a time to be alive . . a sweetie who is full of whimsy.
“ Bitte? ” 🥺
“ Dress. . . up! ”
She says doing a little twirl in her outfit, what a time to be alive . . a sweetie who is full of whimsy.
“ Bitte? ” 🥺
"Uh. . . Spielen, that's play, right? Yeah I can play. Uhm."
He scrunched his face, trying to remember his German lessons.
"Was. . . möchtest du. . . spielen?"
He scrunched his face, trying to remember his German lessons.
"Was. . . möchtest du. . . spielen?"
Franziska brightens up ever slightly, though her expression remains the same. Well, at least now she had someone to play with! She hadn’t seen him today, so it was joy to experience. 🥹
“ Ich bin nur hingefallen … Können wir spielen, Miles? ”
Her big eyes stare away shyly.
“ Ich bin nur hingefallen … Können wir spielen, Miles? ”
Her big eyes stare away shyly.
It takes him a second to translate her words. But once he does he hurried into the room.
"Are you okay? Let me help."
He gently put his arms around her to help her to her feet.
"Are you okay? Let me help."
He gently put his arms around her to help her to her feet.
It’s a surprise she hasn’t completely started crying yet. Still, she sniffles and her brows furrow into one another. She is.. making a neutral face at him.
“ . . Ich fiel. ” She utters, a little gasp, struggling to stand.
“ . . Ich fiel. ” She utters, a little gasp, struggling to stand.