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Type'd yet another drabble I've written in France. Written for Jonas, as usual when you find strange prompts... XD
Unbeta'd, as usual. So, find any mistakes, please tell me. XD
Crossbow
“Grandma…”
Timmy’s voice is whining. Of course grandma Saar immediately knows what’s bothering the kid.
“I know it’s raining honey, but there are fun things to do inside the house as well.”
The boy nods. The pout however still remains on his face.
“I know.”
Smiling Saar takes her grandson’s hand.
“Come, let me show you something.”
Curious Timmy follows her. Up the stairs, to the attic. His eyes open wide when Saar opens the door and puts on the lights.
“Your father often used to play here when he was your age and it rained outside. He always claimed he was a pirate. Though when he came downstairs again, clothes and hair covered in dust, your grandfather always said he was more a treasure hunter than a pirate.”
Smiling Timmy runs in the room. It’s filled with books and old toys and paintings. He laughs when he finds an old carpet and used cloths and some wooden sticks. His mind is already figuring out what his camp is going to look like, and how he’s going to make it, and what treasures he has to protect and those he still needs to steal. He doesn’t even notice his grandmother leaving the room and walking back downstairs. Way too absorbed in his world of pirates and treasures to care about it.
~ * ~ * ~
“Evening mum.”
Eric gently kisses his mother’s cheek.
“Has Timmy been nice?”
Saar smiles when Lina asks.
“Of course. He’s such an angle.”
Her son looks around when they arrive in the living room. He doesn’t even have to ask his mother. Saar knows her boy too well.
“He’s upstairs. Just like you when you were his age and it was pouring outside.”
A soft chuckle escapes Eric and he quickly goes upstairs. Leaving it to his mother to explain everything to Lina.
Very silently he opens the door to the attic. His own childhood memories resurfacing when he hears his little boy talk to fellow pirates. Or treasure hunters.
“Now we must be very silent. If we want that treasure, we cannot afford to be heard…”
Smiling Eric looks around. It must be around here somewhere. He’s sure of it.
His eyes twinkle when he finds one of his old toys.
Without making any noise he walks until he’s right behind his son.
“Too loud little one. Now lay down your sword.”
Very gently he holds the wooden crossbow against Timmy’s back. He has startled the kid when he spoke up. However the boy quickly manages to overcome his surprise and fear. Without laying down his weapon he turns around, facing his father.
“I will dodge all the arrows that you fire at me. And then I will steal your treasure anyway.”
Eric laughs when he sees the happy twinkle in his son’s eyes.
“The stealing of the treasure will be for another time my boy.”
And without another word he takes his son under his arm, putting the crossbow and the sword in his son’s camp.
“Will you come and play with me next time daddy?”
Eric nods and he smiles when he hears Timmy’s happy ‘Yay!’.
He puts the boy down, watching him rush down to tell his mother and grandmother all the adventures he has experienced today.
He takes one last look into the room. Eyes glittering at the nostalgic memories. How often has he chased bad pirates through this room? With a sword tucked in his belt and the crossbow in his hands.
And now his son goes on adventures here. Fighting and dreaming.
Still smiling he closes the door.
The End