[Peter had made a good friend in the little one. The new one, Tayrus. The one he had found and brought back to Alexandru’s home. He was proud of that, and he loved having the new child around.

It made him feel a bit more mature, like a big kid, even if Tayrus was a bit older then he was, at least physically. But that didn’t matter to him. Because Tayrus cried often for his mama, or someone far away, and he was always alone. Peter wanted to help him, and that’s just what he did. He always held the small Lithuanian when he cried, and made sure to wipe the tears away with a smile.

Today, however, he was on an important mission. He was going to read to Tayrus like he had promised before.

Gathering up a big book he had brought with him—because Alexandru didn’t have children’s books—he toddled into the living room, calling for his friend]

Tayrus! Hey, Tayrus?

Are you there?

baklavaland:

“Well , the small portion you did counted a lot. That’s the important part , Peter.” he smiles again , trying to cheer up the lil’ guy.

“Mmh,” Peter nods, scuffling his feet as he looks away. After a moment, he reaches up. “Ah! Uhm, piggyback?”

baklavaland:

He sighed a bit , knowing the other wasn’t telling him everything. “Really? Well ,I know that you’re one strong soldier.” he smiles. “Resisting the war like that-you’re one of the best ,kid.”

“I didn’t do much,” the boy frowned, rocking back and forth on his feet. “I didn’t do much at all, sir. But I did try, and that’s what counted.”

romaniankingdom:

fortroughs:

romaniankingdom:

fortroughs:

romaniankingdom:

fortroughs:

…

Uh huh.

/and the mood dampens because of it. Peter fidgets with his fingers, the smile still shaking on his face, before taking the bowl and hesitantly sipping it—cereal and all. Fuck spoons, who needs them.

I—I don’t want to go home because Arthur’s still there. 

…

I don’ want him seeing me. I don’t know if he wants to see me.

… /sighs.

Come here, dear. /takes a handkerchief, wipes his mouth, and then picks up.

You can stay with me how much you want, alright? No one can stop us from spending time together, even Arthur. So stop feeling so down, and cheer up. Uncle Alexandru is here for you, and he loves you very much! /nuzzles all over the face.

I am cheered up—honest—

/and oh okay nuzzles over the face alright i can deal with this this is good and yes and oooh—mmmghuh

I’m not sad at all, you see?

/BIG SMILE

I—‘m not sad. I’m happy cause I get to stay with you.

That’s good! Whenever you feel upset, come to uncle Alexandru, alright? He will be forever there for you!

/huuuuuuug my precious baby let me love you forever

Uh huh.

/he nuzzles against the other, just kind of…petting at his head and pressing his face into Alexandru’s shirt. He doesn’t really know what to say or what to do so he’s just kind of chilling.

Mmmh. Okay. I will.

Good boy.

/smooches his head

So, shall we eat now, or do you want to later?

Uhm…we can do whatever you want.

/sudden SHY AND NOT SURE WHAT TO DO

/so kind of cuddles there and ughuuhhh 

baklavaland:

“Yeah , sailor ! Because you wear  a sailor uniform so often!” he chuckled. Sadik then looked at the other’s smile. The Turk frowned a bit. “Are you sure everything’s ok , Peter?”

“Yes sir, ‘m alright,” Peter assured, fidgeting. “I—I wear this sailor uniform because it’s what Arthur gave me, when I was a war fort. So I like wearing it. I’m a soldier, though, not a sailor.”

grayfeathers-wiltedrose:

fortroughs:

grayfeathers-wiltedrose:

I will stay safe Peter, don’t worry about me. -rocks him gently- I will never find you annoying or  troublesome. Never. -kisses the top of the child’s head gently- 

I love you too Peter….

and you know, it’s okay to be sad Peter… 

…

It’s not okay to be sad.

[and there it is, a bigger smile. He nuzzles against Frankie, hiding his face in the other’s chest]

It’s okay. I know you’ll be safe and be good and I know that you love me so it’s okay.

Why is it not okay to be sad Peter? -holds him to his chest and rocks him gently-

And I will. And I do. I love you very much Peter. You mean an awful lot to me, so much that you are the only person right now who knows I’m going to be leaving. You can’t let anyone else know okay?

…

I promise, I won’t let anyone else know. [he nods, letting himself be rocked. He avoids the question as best he can, instead choosing to keep himself occupied with staring up at Frankie’s eyes.]

And I know. I promise.

baklavaland:

He frowns a bit. “Well Peter , if you want to be with me , then you just have to say so. I’m a busy man , but I will always , always have time for my favourite lil’ sailor.” he smiles a bit.

“…sailor?” Peter mumbles, shifting his feet. He looks up and smiles at the other, trying hard to do his best. “Ah, okay!”

nesf-e-jahan:

fortroughs:

nesf-e-jahan:

*comes back with a little bowl of buttered, microwaved rice.* Peter? I hope you haven’t fallen asleep.

…

/peeks up/

I’m awake.

Okay good, good. *kneels down to hand him the bowl.* Careful, it’s hot.

/he takes the bowl, though he doesn’t really feel the heat, and starts to eat, slowly at first/ …mmh. ‘s good, thank you.

grayfeathers-wiltedrose:

fortroughs:

I want you to stay safe. I don’t want you to worry about me or find me annoying or troublesome if you just keep coming back.

[he looks up at Frankie, trying not to let his lip quiver; trying not to let the other see how heartbroken this conversation is making him]

I love you, Frankie. An’ I always will.

I will stay safe Peter, don’t worry about me. -rocks him gently- I will never find you annoying or  troublesome. Never. -kisses the top of the child’s head gently- 

I love you too Peter….

and you know, it’s okay to be sad Peter… 

…

It’s not okay to be sad.

[and there it is, a bigger smile. He nuzzles against Frankie, hiding his face in the other’s chest]

It’s okay. I know you’ll be safe and be good and I know that you love me so it’s okay.

nesf-e-jahan:

fortroughs:

nesf-e-jahan:

fortroughs:

nesf-e-jahan:

… No.

*getting all insecure about her own food*

Oh, okay.

[he smiles sleepily and nestles into the covers]

Mmh.

*sighs, rolling her eyes and heading to her kitchen to heat up some left overs*

/and he’s sitting there/

/in his little blanket fort/

/and he’s just going to/

/stay there/

*comes back with a little bowl of buttered, microwaved rice.* Peter? I hope you haven’t fallen asleep.

…

/peeks up/

I’m awake.

baklavaland:

I muste’ve done something to upset you for you to think like this. 

No sir! [he shakes his head, waving his hand in the air] I just—lately, I just—and—no sir! Not at all! [he frowns seriously] I just want to be with you an’…an’ I don’t know…

romaniankingdom:

fortroughs:

romaniankingdom:

fortroughs:

…

Uh huh.

/and the mood dampens because of it. Peter fidgets with his fingers, the smile still shaking on his face, before taking the bowl and hesitantly sipping it—cereal and all. Fuck spoons, who needs them.

I—I don’t want to go home because Arthur’s still there. 

…

I don’ want him seeing me. I don’t know if he wants to see me.

… /sighs.

Come here, dear. /takes a handkerchief, wipes his mouth, and then picks up.

You can stay with me how much you want, alright? No one can stop us from spending time together, even Arthur. So stop feeling so down, and cheer up. Uncle Alexandru is here for you, and he loves you very much! /nuzzles all over the face.

I am cheered up—honest—

/and oh okay nuzzles over the face alright i can deal with this this is good and yes and oooh—mmmghuh

I’m not sad at all, you see?

/BIG SMILE

I—‘m not sad. I’m happy cause I get to stay with you.

That’s good! Whenever you feel upset, come to uncle Alexandru, alright? He will be forever there for you!

/huuuuuuug my precious baby let me love you forever

Uh huh.

/he nuzzles against the other, just kind of…petting at his head and pressing his face into Alexandru’s shirt. He doesn’t really know what to say or what to do so he’s just kind of chilling.

Mmmh. Okay. I will.