Stille wijsheid

Her hand gently cups the underside of his chin, thumb stroking at his cheek as Christiane presses a chaste kiss to her husband’s cheek. “Mhm, it is. I went ahead and ordered dinner for the both of us. It should be here soon, if I can tear you away from your numbers for a little while.”

She knew his work was important, and as such tried her best to let him get on with it. But, he needed to eat, and she wanted to snuggle with him. Even if just for a little while.

Bastian melts. Positively melts into his wife’s touch, a low sigh leaving him. She knew exactly how to get him to relax. “Okay, okay,” Bastian murmurs and he gets up from his chair with a low groan, arms wrapping around her as he scoops her up.

@stillewijsheid

Ignore him. He rests his arm along Bastian’s shoulder, drink in hand and mostly empty. How many had he enjoyed thus far? Kaas was not one to usually get wasted at a public event (thank fuck it wasn’t formal) but tonight, all stress was gone.

“Hey, bro…. Got any interested laaadies tonight?” Kaas, he’s married you fuck.

It’s us, you fool.

[He squints at it further.]

[It is?]

So it is.

[ he stands outside a little hole-in-the-wall shop, fists on his hips as he peers up at the sign hanging there with a look of both accomplishment and fear on his face ] This was a horrible decision, but look how nice it looks.

It's a phone case, duh.

@hailcolumbia || wtf jj

 Put this ugly ass thing on your phone or catch these hands. 

“Double fry it? Why in Heaven’s name would I do that?” When Bastian says to double fry the frites, Lilli can only think of that dreadful McDonald’s and its french fries. The very thought of all that oil puts a lead weight in her stomach.

However, his notes on the wine sauce are heard clearly. She will have to make another batch at Mikael’s, where she can get her hands on some pretty fresh mussels. The poor Swede has been swimming in mussels for the past few days. He may turn into one, eventually. “More butter and a little more onion. Of course.”

Bastian looks shocked. Dismayed. Horrified. Deceased on the inside at her rebuttal to double frying the fries. “Just do it. Trust me. Also, did you soak the fries after cutting them and before cooking them?” That makes a huge difference and Bastian judges a good fry based off of their soak. 

“Oh? The hermit finally emerged from his hidey hole?” Emma grins, resting her head against Bastian’s arm as the Belgian continues to hug her. She was definitely not going to say no to little brother hugs. “Oh, love, you didn’t need to worry. Really. Pinky promise.” She holds up her pinky and wiggles it for emphasis. “Ah, not yet, no. Guinnie doesn’t travel as well as Koda does.”

[ good, because she will take all of them, and then demand even more ]

Something is an accurate term. [ she just laughs, tipping her head back ] By the sheer will of not wanting to deal with his complaining about everything while in a cast because he broke something. 

Or, I can just show you instead. 

[ das a lot of kissies. like big kissie energy. ]

I legitimately don’t think the Benelux would actually survive of Koen hurt himself and then sat there whining whilst he recovered. Mayhaps that is actually a good move on your behalf my love.

[ hell y e s kisses ]

I’m so sorry for the past, present and future exasperated conversations you had, are having, and will have with him in my absence. [ mwah! and another, for good measure! ]

Godiva has good sense, I’m glad you listened to her. I have missed all of our babies, and my big baby too.

[She can have all the kisses in the fucking world!]

Listen, your brother is...something. [He shakes his head.] Dunno how you haven’t just kicked him off a cliff yet. [mWAH!!!] 

“I’ll let her.” He’s absolutely serious. 

Klaas hums and nods at the idea of Chrissie nursing. “Makes sense. A better use of her skills than being sexually harassed at the office constantly.” She was beautiful and he has lost count of how many times he’s had to have A Talk with a coworker about their glances of her figure, to say the least.

He sighs, taking a sharp inhale before turning back with their coffee. Sugar and cream are already on the table, so he takes the whipped cream from the fridge to fill his mug half way. “Take a deep breath, Bas. I could talk to her, but when has anything I ever said ben taken to heart and abided by? She’s her own woman. I’ll make myself available to her if she needs, but Emma can be stubborn.” Maybe he’ll send a text later to at least announce he isn’t dead. 

“Good. She’d enjoy the fuck out of that.” Both Klaas and Bastian would sit on the sidelines and watch. Fucking rest in pieces, Koen. 

Bastian smiles a bit, more than grateful for Klaas’ defence of his wife whenever he wasn’t around to do so. Not that Christiane needed either of them. Nope. She could kick both their asses. And Bastian was more than happy to let her. 

Well, hello handsome!

[ u w u and she just tHROWS her arms around his neck ]

I’ve missed you too, duh. Did you forget to shave? [ she just, scritches his little scruffy cheek with a smile ]

[He just scoops!! Her up, twirling her around and kissing her.]

Jokes on you all, you can’t get rid of me that easily.

Baby!!!!

“You know your wife better than anyone. If you forgot, she might forgive you. Maybe.” He flashes a knowing grin, but it fades as quickly as it appeared and back to inspecting. The first batch gets rolled into the cellophane so he can test out if these designs would work. They pay extra for the little glittery hearts despite the fact it gets tossed out as soon as the flowers find a home. 

The entire ball idea sounded like a promising event actually. Twenty euro entry fee, the chocolate strawberries, black tie affair sort of thing. Champagne fountain. Hm. 

“And I hardly call you Bastian. Bas works just fine. As does Klaas.” Yeah Bas. Boy he does love to tower over the Belgian. That grin is more to annoy him than anything else. “A family discount? What do I look like? A charity?” Of course he would. Or throw in a fancy box of chocolates as a sideways poke at their chocolate rivalry. He knew Chrissie loved it. Even if she loved Belgian better. Traitor.

“White or red? I think I have black too.” Maybe a mix.

“That I do.” And he says that with immense pride. Christiane is the love of his life, he’d be absolutely nowhere without her. But, the Benelux siblings and their significant others themselves were extremely close; it would be odd if they weren’t together for whatever reason. He’ll have to send Emma some flowers and a card. 

Bastian sees the gears churning in his head and smacks Klaas’ arm. “Stop that. Stop thinking. Not everything needs to be a business venture.”

Man, what kind of fucking Belgian does not speak French? Actually— no, I respect that a lot. I have decided that I think the Fortnite is the downfall of this newest generation. Pure evil. It is very brightly colored and also when I tried to play I got called a bitch by a twelve year old.

I speak French fine, dude.

[HE SQUINTS.]