Log: We live in a dream; Ophelia & Laertes
who; Ophelia and Laertes
what; Late night baking
when; After this.
where; Their home
It was late, but recently Ophelia had been having trouble falling asleep, or even wanting to sleep, until much later into the night. The year would have to pass for her to rest easy again, because for now, there was still a war going on that she had to win.
In the confines of her home, it was easier to relax, though, knowing her brother was somewhere close. Walking into their room, she looked at him for a moment, surprised that he was still awake.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Laertes finished his post and closed the window, turning to his sister with a smile. "I was just thinking and waiting for you to get back." he lifted his arms high, stretching and then pushed away from the chair towards Ophelia.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet, sister?"
"I'm not tired yet," she answered simply, still standing in the doorway.
Laertes offered another smile, "Neither am I, really." he bit his lip, "We can stay up together, and do something." he fidgeted a little looking to the side, thinking of something to do.
But then, he'd rather let Ophelia pick. "Is there something you want to do?"
"Mm, maybe." She paused in thought, not really having any preference as to what to do. Laertes always liked to cook and do things in the kitchen, though, so that seemed like the most obvious choice, even if it was late.
"We could eat something."
"Oh!" he seemed rather pleased at that, "We could, cook something together, if you'd like." he blushed a little and shifted, "Something sweet, like brownies or... cake, what about some cake?"
"Alright."
Not waiting for him to follow, she started down the stairs herself, making her way into the kitchen.
Laertes followed behind her, knowing his way around the house perfectly. He really spent too much time in here anyway.
"What type of cake will you like? I think we can do chocolate cake, or vanilla cake... hm." he went through the ingredient list in his head.
"Vanilla," she answered, opening the cupboards to fetch what she could remember as the necessary ingredients in cake.
Laertes noded, "Vanilla it is!" he brought out bowls and other ingredients, switching on a small light in the kitchen to help their endevours in cake-making.
While it was true that Ophelia usually led Laertes in everything they did, she let him take the initiative in this, as she wasn't the greatest of cooks, and had never really cared to learn.
Which suited Laertes fine, he saw this as something he could do for her and with her. So he smiled and began the cake mix, pouring and measuring flour, butter and the like. "Would you mind measuring the sugar out and pre-heating the oven?"
She shook her head.
"I wouldn't." The oven was set to a high temperature, and meticulously, she poured the sugar into a measuring cup, not noticing a little of it spill onto the counter.
Laertes went on with the mix, adding all into the bowl and mixing, poking- something. He knew what he was doing after all. "Mm. I think we have everything in and all."
"That's good," she nodded, walking off to the side a bit and turning from him.
"When this year is over," she started, staring stonily at the wall. "... Everything will get better."
Laertes stopped what he was doing and turned to her at her words, looking a bit conflicted for the moment. He went to her side, slipping his arms around her and nudging her shoulder. "I know."
what; Late night baking
when; After this.
where; Their home
It was late, but recently Ophelia had been having trouble falling asleep, or even wanting to sleep, until much later into the night. The year would have to pass for her to rest easy again, because for now, there was still a war going on that she had to win.
In the confines of her home, it was easier to relax, though, knowing her brother was somewhere close. Walking into their room, she looked at him for a moment, surprised that he was still awake.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Laertes finished his post and closed the window, turning to his sister with a smile. "I was just thinking and waiting for you to get back." he lifted his arms high, stretching and then pushed away from the chair towards Ophelia.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet, sister?"
"I'm not tired yet," she answered simply, still standing in the doorway.
Laertes offered another smile, "Neither am I, really." he bit his lip, "We can stay up together, and do something." he fidgeted a little looking to the side, thinking of something to do.
But then, he'd rather let Ophelia pick. "Is there something you want to do?"
"Mm, maybe." She paused in thought, not really having any preference as to what to do. Laertes always liked to cook and do things in the kitchen, though, so that seemed like the most obvious choice, even if it was late.
"We could eat something."
"Oh!" he seemed rather pleased at that, "We could, cook something together, if you'd like." he blushed a little and shifted, "Something sweet, like brownies or... cake, what about some cake?"
"Alright."
Not waiting for him to follow, she started down the stairs herself, making her way into the kitchen.
Laertes followed behind her, knowing his way around the house perfectly. He really spent too much time in here anyway.
"What type of cake will you like? I think we can do chocolate cake, or vanilla cake... hm." he went through the ingredient list in his head.
"Vanilla," she answered, opening the cupboards to fetch what she could remember as the necessary ingredients in cake.
Laertes noded, "Vanilla it is!" he brought out bowls and other ingredients, switching on a small light in the kitchen to help their endevours in cake-making.
While it was true that Ophelia usually led Laertes in everything they did, she let him take the initiative in this, as she wasn't the greatest of cooks, and had never really cared to learn.
Which suited Laertes fine, he saw this as something he could do for her and with her. So he smiled and began the cake mix, pouring and measuring flour, butter and the like. "Would you mind measuring the sugar out and pre-heating the oven?"
She shook her head.
"I wouldn't." The oven was set to a high temperature, and meticulously, she poured the sugar into a measuring cup, not noticing a little of it spill onto the counter.
Laertes went on with the mix, adding all into the bowl and mixing, poking- something. He knew what he was doing after all. "Mm. I think we have everything in and all."
"That's good," she nodded, walking off to the side a bit and turning from him.
"When this year is over," she started, staring stonily at the wall. "... Everything will get better."
Laertes stopped what he was doing and turned to her at her words, looking a bit conflicted for the moment. He went to her side, slipping his arms around her and nudging her shoulder. "I know."