Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jun 14, 2013 23:59:28 GMT
Stretching out comfortably on the overstuffed, plush couch of the sitting room, Thorfinn Rowle tucked his hands behind his head & laid back, his last view was that of the ceiling before he closed his eyes to finally have some rest. It had been a long morning, by his standards, a whole 2 hours of it, actually. He loved seeing his wife get the chance to actually go back and work again, doing what she loved, but it was definitely taking it's toll on him to be alone at home with miniature tyrants all day. Wow, he really was getting old. The peaceful atmosphere almost lasted an entire three minutes before he heard it.
CRASH.
SHRIEK
Without even flinching, he let out a soft groan & sat up, swinging his feet over off the side of the chesterfield and ran his hands down his face tiredly before standing up properly. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him that Ashley would be home in another.. hour, if she took the long way. Okay, Thorfinn, he told himself, closing his eyes for a moment, You've definitely faced worse than this.
Another shriek from the main room followed by a chorus of sobs made him groan softly. Alright. To battle.
The man straightened his shoulders & marched into the main room, immediately going into 'daddy' mode, surveying the scene before him. Thorfinn-mini, as the senior called him in his own head, stood next to a broken lamp, sobbing his heart out, a bookshelf with the bottom two shelving units on it broken off in a heap on the floor. The boy stopped sobbing for just a moment, long enough to choke out a little 'I'm sorry..' before beginning again. Wordlessly consoling the little boy, Thorfinn crouched down & pulled the younger Thorfinn to stand between his knees, letting him bury his tear-soaked, snotty face in his father's shoulder as he continued sobbing.
"Hey, hey, now. It's alright, little man. C'mon. I'll show you." Thorfinn softly turned his son to watch as he pulled his wand out from his belt & flicked it at the pile of porcelain on the floor, the lamp immediately jumping to life to repair itself. The boy sniffled, going quiet for a moment, before his eyes guiltily traveled to the bookshelf. "How did that happen?" he questioned, though his tone sounded much more amused than angry, clearly what TJ had been worried about.
Wiping his eyes, the boy replied in a choked little voice, "I was trying to climb up to get the tape." Thorfinn's eyes traveled up as well, following the boy's gaze to where a roll of tape was neatly held up between a few empty notebooks & a cup of quills.
"Hm. Next time just come & find me, alright? I don't want you to fall.. again." Realizing that the boy must have fallen in the first place to break the shelves, he turned him around & checked him for bruises.
"Here." TJ held out his hand, showing off a little scrape on the inside of his hand, where he must have tried to break his fall. He widened his eyes & adjusted his glasses on his face, looking up at his father with wide eyes. "Is it real bad?" His tone was so serious & genuinely worried that Thorfinn had to use all of his will power not to crack a smile. He adjusted his features to look very grave, and took a deep, solemn breath. TJ squirmed - the suspense was killing him.
"We may have to take it off." he informed him. The little boy barely had time to register whether or not he was serious before he was picked up, Thorfinn pretending to gnaw on his hand.
"NOOOO! NO DADDY!" he squealed, throwing his head back & trying to squirm his way to the floor as Thorfinn's fake-bites and chomps traveled up his arm and finally attacked his sensitive neck, making him explode in giggles. The two of them were so caught up that neither of them seemed to look up as the front door swung open.
CRASH.
SHRIEK
Without even flinching, he let out a soft groan & sat up, swinging his feet over off the side of the chesterfield and ran his hands down his face tiredly before standing up properly. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him that Ashley would be home in another.. hour, if she took the long way. Okay, Thorfinn, he told himself, closing his eyes for a moment, You've definitely faced worse than this.
Another shriek from the main room followed by a chorus of sobs made him groan softly. Alright. To battle.
The man straightened his shoulders & marched into the main room, immediately going into 'daddy' mode, surveying the scene before him. Thorfinn-mini, as the senior called him in his own head, stood next to a broken lamp, sobbing his heart out, a bookshelf with the bottom two shelving units on it broken off in a heap on the floor. The boy stopped sobbing for just a moment, long enough to choke out a little 'I'm sorry..' before beginning again. Wordlessly consoling the little boy, Thorfinn crouched down & pulled the younger Thorfinn to stand between his knees, letting him bury his tear-soaked, snotty face in his father's shoulder as he continued sobbing.
"Hey, hey, now. It's alright, little man. C'mon. I'll show you." Thorfinn softly turned his son to watch as he pulled his wand out from his belt & flicked it at the pile of porcelain on the floor, the lamp immediately jumping to life to repair itself. The boy sniffled, going quiet for a moment, before his eyes guiltily traveled to the bookshelf. "How did that happen?" he questioned, though his tone sounded much more amused than angry, clearly what TJ had been worried about.
Wiping his eyes, the boy replied in a choked little voice, "I was trying to climb up to get the tape." Thorfinn's eyes traveled up as well, following the boy's gaze to where a roll of tape was neatly held up between a few empty notebooks & a cup of quills.
"Hm. Next time just come & find me, alright? I don't want you to fall.. again." Realizing that the boy must have fallen in the first place to break the shelves, he turned him around & checked him for bruises.
"Here." TJ held out his hand, showing off a little scrape on the inside of his hand, where he must have tried to break his fall. He widened his eyes & adjusted his glasses on his face, looking up at his father with wide eyes. "Is it real bad?" His tone was so serious & genuinely worried that Thorfinn had to use all of his will power not to crack a smile. He adjusted his features to look very grave, and took a deep, solemn breath. TJ squirmed - the suspense was killing him.
"We may have to take it off." he informed him. The little boy barely had time to register whether or not he was serious before he was picked up, Thorfinn pretending to gnaw on his hand.
"NOOOO! NO DADDY!" he squealed, throwing his head back & trying to squirm his way to the floor as Thorfinn's fake-bites and chomps traveled up his arm and finally attacked his sensitive neck, making him explode in giggles. The two of them were so caught up that neither of them seemed to look up as the front door swung open.
