comforting nights with farmer könig
your husband, könig, flipped through the newspaper. you fought sleep, but tilted your head back against his burly chest. you could hear the faint sounds of cows and pigs squealing in the distance, drowned out by the noise of the fireplace crackling. the reds and oranges, the yellow and the bright flames along with the wood.
freshly cut wood thrown into the fireplace, giving you a beautiful view to gaze over at. the heat warmed your bodies. you closed your eyes gently, humming to yourself as you took in the scent around you. bitter coffee beans and vanilla, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes again.
you wore a snug, wool jumper that fit nicely against your body. you watched as könig's fingertips lifted a page and flipped it to the other, reading all about the village. he noticed your silence, coughing before speaking in a tender, soothing tone.
“are you alright, sonnenschein? you're awfully quiet?” he pointed out, placing down the newspaper against the couch and running his large, calloused hands against your bare, soft thighs. you hummed in acknowledge, brushing it off and giving him a warm smile by tilting your head back and looking into his silverish, blue eyes.
you gazed down at the mug full of black coffee which he held firmly in his large hands; the bitter smell and the familar dark brown, honey colour, your reflection gazing back at you. he leaned down to kiss your forehead, whispering something to you in german.
you both had decide to head to bed, or atleast try to get some rest. the floral print bedsheets pulled over your bodies, wearing nothing but your panties in a comfortable silence, an intimate moment you two shared as a married couple.
könig chuckled to himself, watching your eyelids flutter open and closed, fighting sleep. he ran his hand over your hair, warm fingertips running down your temple, pinching your cheek. “you're always so exhausted, aren't you?” you giggled quietly in agreement, inching closer to him.
you took in your surroundings; from the paintings that showed your personality and taste, to his many novels and books littering the shelf. his body pressed against yours, your rested your head against his chest, listening to the thumping sounds of his heartbeat, the rhythm, the beat. he always smelled heavenly; fresh with a hint of vanilla and coffee.
your eyes fluttered closed, falling asleep to the soothing sounds of his heartbeat. he listened, listening to the your breathing becoming more shallow, watching as you became more loose and relaxed, an elegant beauty before him.
your husband chuckled to himself, how peaceful you were in these moments... könig kissed between your eyes, burying his face in your hair, quickly falling into the same relaxed state at you.
two snoring, sleepyhead messes sprawled out, your legs intertwined and caught and your hands in eachothers.
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Uh-
just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.
@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance
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