JAN 6
After that awkward experience in the storeroom, the two older kids couldn't even look at each other without turning into tomatoes. Kind of embarrassing, really. You'd think a spell had been put over them.
I relaxed myself and leaned on the little Grimm. It was nice to just sit here on the porch and enjoy the snowy sight that was January.
Splat.
Oh no.
Why did they have to ruin this for me every time?
"YOU DID NOT, GRIMM"
"I SO DID"
"You WILL fall under the mighty rule of the Trickster King, unworthy one!"
There they are now, having another one of their ridiculous snow fights, just so they could show how much they hated each other.
Well, there's a very thin line between love and hate, and they were, little by little, crossing that line. They did not realise it yet, as it was still subconscious to them, but in time, they would become inseparable.
I sighed. These children made me feel so old. But still, I hoped that my little Grimm wouldn't rush growing up.
"Lieblings! Come in for lunch now, I made fish and chips!"
I enthusiastically followed the brown haired girl as she rushed into the dining room, wondering which faraway reef the fish was bought from and which exotic country the tubers were imported from. More importantly, how they tasted together and if they would poison someone.
A wiser part of my mind was telling me that even if two things were from two corners of two entirely different worlds, if they felt good together, then no amount of bad luck could make you not want to go ahead having them together. The fairy boy and blond girl were proof of that theory.
