“No, I am definitely not skipping,” Sigrid was quick to assure him, getting up to fill her travel mug with coffee, “And don’t worry, I took a nap from like…midnight to three,” she added, fishing her waffle out of the toaster and sticking it in her mouth as she put the lid on her coffee mug, holding the waffle between her teeth until she had a free hand to grab it. “Mmm—no, don’t ‘back in my day’ me,” she protested as she chewed, sitting back down at the table, “I need at least five hours of sleep before I can hear that speech,” she added teasingly. She knew he meant well with his lectures, but it wasn’t going to change her study habits. ”And yeah; midterms are this week and I have a practical later today.”
"How do you kids stay awake nowadays? But I guess you’re all young and lively, unlike ol’ me. Because I think I’d drive straight into a car accident under three hours of sleep.” He teased with emphasis on his age, though the joke was truly on him at the rate he was going at. That meant Bard had to stop. “One of my professors told the class that sleep was just as important as the amount of studying you do. So I better hope you hit the pillow tonight rather than the books under no rest other than your nap that I can hardly constitute as enough."
He lost track of time so easily, and he’s still typing away, the hours gone before he knows it and the cup of tea he had by his side appallingly cold. Bard snapped out of his routine when he heard shuffling of feet, and he looked up sharply to see Bain in sleepwear. “Sh-, what time is it? Thank you,” he acknowledged the cup of hot cocoa in his son’s hand, and smiled warmly.
The boy’s yawn and a little smile, was his response at his father’s reaction at recieving hot cocoa. Thankfully, his mother had left the concoction made and the only thing he had to do was to warm it in the microwave.
Bain had gone to the kitchen for his own, but seeing his father’s figure made him change his mind. The older man needed it more.
“No problem, but you should be sleeping, you know”
“More or less, I would have thought you to be the one that was asleep. Don’t worry ‘bout me, son."
That being said, he could hardly shoot the other a scolding expression when he was appreciatively gulping down the drink. "What are you doing up anyhow? Unless video games kept you up or something of that sort."
“Lots and lots of coffee?” Sigrid gave a little shrug and a yawn. She was tired, yes, but she had exams to study for. Sleep could wait until she’d graduated nursing school.
“I’ll drop you off at school if you need me to. I don’t agree with the idea of you having no sleep and operating the car. Unless you plan on skipping the day to catch up on rest.” He was not the strictest of fathers, nor was he the most lenient, but at least Sigrid was up studying and not partying hard or anything rowdy of that sort. “Exam soon?” He sat down in front of her, letting out a sigh. “It’s not healthy, you know? Back in my day–” He cut himself short, knowing his children heard this speech way too many times to really take it in.
{— Gentle laughter escaped her as she took a step forward, hand branching out to reach his shoulder in clasp. “No it’s not, but I understand where you’re coming from.” As long as he’d been around guns, she could manage. A few short lessons and he’d be up to snuff, it didn’t take much. Aim, squeeze trigger, shoot. What really mattered was your timing. If you were quick, you had nothing to worry about.
“Tomorrow night, then.” She gave a nod. “Gun range.”}
“If you’re positive, I’m game.”
If anything, he was just thankful that she wasn’t leaving him in the dust, that she entrusted him with this. Bard smiled, turning to her straight on, shaking his head. “Undercover. Would not have suspected it at all. And what? If you’d never said anything, would you just have disappeared in a day, without a trace?"
•{ text ] friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere. [only because I feel they would have some interesting ass conversations xDD]
[text] oh sure, yeah, im sure they’re allowed to because the next morning they’re likely not to be friends anymore
Somehow Legolas managed to get himself up to walk towards….who the hell knows what. He couldn’t truly make out where he was going, and he was guessing at this point. His hand found the countertop and from, Legolas lead himself to his room—giggling and rambling into the phone. How he managed to keep a hold of it was a miracle in itself.
Inside the room, and stumbling about, Legolas managed to land face first into his bedding—in the middle of the bed but in bed all the same. Atleast he didn’t hurt himself too much on the way getting there. His face turned to the phone, giving a groan.
“Ssshhhh….tooo loud. Hhhnnngn…zight. Gotta telll ya. Dooon’t teeell him kay?” WIth his intoxicated self, everything faded from his thoughts. Who he was talking to. What was going on. When did his bed get so comfortable? And it was in that moment, everthing came out. “Baaaardd…its baaaaardddd…umzleephy. Nighhhrt nigghtss..”
“Nope, I wouldn’t tell anyone your secrets. You know that better than anyone else.” He distracted himself, putting the phone on speaker phone as no one was around his place. Bard chuckled as quietly as he could, despite being positive that Legolas was long gone from even really focusing on what really was buzzing on the phones, when it sounded as if he was bounding from wall to wall.
“What sort of ruckus are you making there? You’re going to hurt yourself!” Bard hesitated, genuinely concerned as he stopped organizing his books, having prepared for bed while being entertained by the other.
But nothing prepares him for the answer Legolas ( sort of ) murmurs out, muffled among what is likely a pillow and fatigued by drinking too much ( he’s positive Aragorn does not have a present any longer, as it has likely been partially consumed by the blond . ) "What? Legolas, wait- what?“ But unfortunately only silence and light breathing responded back to him before he even had a chance to say goodnight.
➸ shgghrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ➸ sorry didn’t m an to sedn that ➸ but sinc were talk king nwwwhy dont we keep talking ➸ is that your real hair
“You aren’t a bother. Don’t think that way.”
When the other took the clothes from him, it meant that he was indeed going to stay until the morning and who knows, maybe even longer than that. It did not matter to him either way. Atleast the walls he lived in would have some different sounds other than the classical music he played for white noise.
Quietly, he placed a hand on the male’s shoulder, patting it gently. He would not strike him. He would not yell at him anymore for the night. No. it looked as though he had gotten the point and it sunk in deep enough. Legolas allowed his regular expression at that point to return. That kind, gentle look he always had about him. The Legolas he was sure Bard knew and remembered. His head leaned abit to the other.
“We’re gonna sober you up now, alright? I’ll put on some coffee while you change.”
A small smile came across his face. It wasn’t huge; didn’t need to be. It was small and it fit his features. Pulling back from Bard, Legolas moved from him to make it towards the kitchen and put on the coffee.
He wanted to repeat a thanks, but it would partially fall on deaf ears after repeating it multiple times this nigh already. He would apologize again, but likewise for that. Bard was a mess. Maybe this was why Legolas insisted many times. To lay off. The damn ale.
Cloudy eyes follow the other’s, a sigh that coursed through his body when he was granted a gentle pat on his shoulder. Relief.
“Yes, sure. Whatever you think is best, considering that I’ve woken you up for the night.”
He sat, looking around the room rather dumbly in his lonesome. Only coming in hastily in the past, for minutes when waiting for Legolas or otherwise, Bard never truly had the chance to glance, take in, everything that surrounded the other. A humble and modest abode, but it was fitting. Hearing the rumble of coffee machine, he waited, eyes blinking, tempting him to doze off. That would be too unfair to Legolas wouldn’t it? Coming back to a sleeping man, the exact one who had roused the host out of his sleep.
