Doubleshot: 5.3.13 and 7.3.13
Torrential
I hate being late for things. Maybe it's part of being German, like everyone seems to assume: our trains are on time, appointments... hells, most concerts I've been to even start at the time stated on the ticket instead of half an hour later. I've only ever met one person who complained about this, and it was in relation to the trains-- she said that when the train leaves exactly on time there was no wiggle room, and it made it very difficult to catch a train. I didn't and don't understand that opinion. Maybe it was because she was an Austrian and trains run differently there. But whatever it is, being late gets under my skin, to the point that if I even think there's a small chance that it'll happen, I'll call wherever I'm going or whomever I'm meeting with to let them know. I'd much rather be a few minutes early.
My beloved Ryn, on the other hand, doesn't quite see things the way I do, and I'm almost certain its because she is of the opinion that the world revolves around her. Trains should be on time because she needs them to be, heaven forbid any sort of public transportation be late. If, however, she chooses to show up a few minutes late to, say, a board meeting or some such then that should be okay because, well, she is Ryn du Vent. And should someone have an appointment with her and keep her waiting... may whichever god or God they follow have mercy upon them. I learned a long time ago that the right time is the time she says it is, even if she shows up early and you show up at the appointed time.
[Explaination of Fußgängerzone & Dom]A/N: 1. "Fußgängerzone" literally means "foot-goer zone", and it is probably the coolest thing in German cities. Cars are allowed only in certain areas, and even in those areas, pedestrians have the right of way--more so than, say, if you were crossing the street anywhere else in the city. Usually in the Altstadt (historic district). The one around here has frequent outdoor markets and it's actually really awesome.
2. If you look up "Dom" it'll translate to cathedral, but one has to understand that a lot of places in Germany have more than one church which could be considered a cathedral. E.g., there are six cathedrals within walking distance of my dorm, five of which are on the same side of the river and the other is across the river in the Fußgängerzone. Der Dom is the biggest one, so to speak; the primary one. All the others are just called "Kirche" (church).
"I don't want to go," Ryn said quietly. It wasn't quite a pout, not really, more of dejected acceptance of fate.
"Hey." Torrential wrapped her in a hug. "It'll be fine; you'll like it, I promise. There are plenty of parks, a nice Fußgängerzone, a beautiful Dom..."
"But I like it here."
"I know, Mausi." He pushed back her hair, cupping her cheek and watching as her hair spilled over the back of his hand. He'd lived in the same apartment for what felt like eternity; he wasn't sure anywhere else would feel like home. Moving was tough. "I know."
I hate being late for things. Maybe it's part of being German, like everyone seems to assume: our trains are on time, appointments... hells, most concerts I've been to even start at the time stated on the ticket instead of half an hour later. I've only ever met one person who complained about this, and it was in relation to the trains-- she said that when the train leaves exactly on time there was no wiggle room, and it made it very difficult to catch a train. I didn't and don't understand that opinion. Maybe it was because she was an Austrian and trains run differently there. But whatever it is, being late gets under my skin, to the point that if I even think there's a small chance that it'll happen, I'll call wherever I'm going or whomever I'm meeting with to let them know. I'd much rather be a few minutes early.
My beloved Ryn, on the other hand, doesn't quite see things the way I do, and I'm almost certain its because she is of the opinion that the world revolves around her. Trains should be on time because she needs them to be, heaven forbid any sort of public transportation be late. If, however, she chooses to show up a few minutes late to, say, a board meeting or some such then that should be okay because, well, she is Ryn du Vent. And should someone have an appointment with her and keep her waiting... may whichever god or God they follow have mercy upon them. I learned a long time ago that the right time is the time she says it is, even if she shows up early and you show up at the appointed time.
[Explaination of Fußgängerzone & Dom]A/N: 1. "Fußgängerzone" literally means "foot-goer zone", and it is probably the coolest thing in German cities. Cars are allowed only in certain areas, and even in those areas, pedestrians have the right of way--more so than, say, if you were crossing the street anywhere else in the city. Usually in the Altstadt (historic district). The one around here has frequent outdoor markets and it's actually really awesome.
2. If you look up "Dom" it'll translate to cathedral, but one has to understand that a lot of places in Germany have more than one church which could be considered a cathedral. E.g., there are six cathedrals within walking distance of my dorm, five of which are on the same side of the river and the other is across the river in the Fußgängerzone. Der Dom is the biggest one, so to speak; the primary one. All the others are just called "Kirche" (church).
"I don't want to go," Ryn said quietly. It wasn't quite a pout, not really, more of dejected acceptance of fate.
"Hey." Torrential wrapped her in a hug. "It'll be fine; you'll like it, I promise. There are plenty of parks, a nice Fußgängerzone, a beautiful Dom..."
"But I like it here."
"I know, Mausi." He pushed back her hair, cupping her cheek and watching as her hair spilled over the back of his hand. He'd lived in the same apartment for what felt like eternity; he wasn't sure anywhere else would feel like home. Moving was tough. "I know."