Double the Fun [for Hans]

[vicioussweetie]

Ali wandered the house, looking here and there for her currently-missing husband. It was a good hour past the goslings' bedtime, and a half-hour since the last request for milk, more pillows, fewer blankets, another story, or a final check for monsters in shadowy places. Where could Hans have wandered off to in the interim

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[hammerofhell]

Hans, fortunately, has not gone back to the castle! He had spent much of the time before bed putting together a model plane with Morty (A Sopwith Camel) whiles Hans regaled the lad with a somewhat cleaned up war story, before it was time for bed.

Following that, he had briefly retreated to his room, and the sound of pen scratching on paper could be heard.

"In Matt Savage," he says, talking to himself softly as he writes, "I was a strange mirrored version of myself. He came from nothing, I came from nobility. But both of us had risen to become among the greatest pilots of our day. The Hammer of Hell and the Balloon Buster, destine to meet time and time again..."

[vicioussweetie]

Ali had slowed when she heard Hans talking, and peeked into his room to see if he was alone. Since he is, she lets herself in and sets the tray down beside him before sprawling across the bed. While he writes, she will too--though it's a much more clicky sound than his pen.

[hammerofhell]

"But where we were very nearly matched in skill, we were very different in temperament. Savage was little more than a cowboy in the sky, delighting in his ability to shoot others out of the sky. We were both killers, but I took no pleasure in it..."

He stopped when the clicking of keys penetrated his concentration and turned in his chair.

"My love," he says. "I did not hear you come in."

[vicioussweetie]

Ali smiled, peeking at Hans over the computer screen. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I thought you might like some company, and some cookies, but you were so intent on your writing I didn't want to interrupt."