Move Along Monday
Sep. 11th, 2023 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosanicusHad a tricky day at work today so I am very pleased to now be sat in my armchair looking through Fic In A Box prompts. However it DID remind me that I've been slacking on my other WIPs, so have a snippet of the Frau Lowenhardt fic in heartfelt apology.
“I heard my siren call,” he said to Biggles, in English. “What sort of foolish business has dear Erich got himself wrapped up in now?”
Biggles shook his head. Frau Lowenhardt had extracted a handkerchief from her handbag and was using it to dab at her eyes. “He’s not made the trouble this time,” he said quietly. “This is his sister.”
“I’m shocked he’s got any family that’ll speak to him,” said Algy mulishly. Biggles frowned. Algy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on, Biggles. I know you and he have your… understanding. But you must admit he’s not the conventional image of a family man.”
Biggles had to admit nothing. He had never thought of von Stalhein as such, no, but then when he did think of von Stalhein it was usually in the context of his work, and when or if they might meet again in some far flung region. It went against that to think of him returning home to anyone in particular, whether a wife - singularly difficult to imagine - or in this case to a loving sister and adoring nephew.
Frau Lowenhardt folded her handkerchief away and sat, primly, with both hands on the close of her handbag. It seemed to Biggles that she was awaiting the decision in the same way he had more than once waited for the sharp report of a firing squad.
It's growing very slowly now that it's term time but at least I can relax into it from time to time.Biggles shook his head. Frau Lowenhardt had extracted a handkerchief from her handbag and was using it to dab at her eyes. “He’s not made the trouble this time,” he said quietly. “This is his sister.”
“I’m shocked he’s got any family that’ll speak to him,” said Algy mulishly. Biggles frowned. Algy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on, Biggles. I know you and he have your… understanding. But you must admit he’s not the conventional image of a family man.”
Biggles had to admit nothing. He had never thought of von Stalhein as such, no, but then when he did think of von Stalhein it was usually in the context of his work, and when or if they might meet again in some far flung region. It went against that to think of him returning home to anyone in particular, whether a wife - singularly difficult to imagine - or in this case to a loving sister and adoring nephew.
Frau Lowenhardt folded her handkerchief away and sat, primly, with both hands on the close of her handbag. It seemed to Biggles that she was awaiting the decision in the same way he had more than once waited for the sharp report of a firing squad.
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Date: 2023-09-11 06:22 pm (UTC)This is delightful; I am hanging on every update. :D
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Date: 2023-09-11 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-11 06:30 pm (UTC)I look forward to the rest of the fic :D
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Date: 2023-09-11 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-11 06:36 pm (UTC)I shall look forward to that, too.
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Date: 2023-09-11 06:46 pm (UTC)YES, I was imagining that exact thing too. :DDDD
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Date: 2023-09-11 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-09-11 06:32 pm (UTC)And sorry to hear about the rough day, I hope Biggles is proving nicely distracting <3
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Date: 2023-09-11 06:36 pm (UTC)It certainly is, I managed to white knuckle my way through a torturously boring lesson on Ancient Egypt (extremely difficult feat to plan a boring lesson about Ancient Egypt, I applaud the teacher that left the supply notes) all for Biggles. He is an inspiration.