Tag: insanity is spreading

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emptynarration:

Markus held Mae close to himself, gently rocking her. He hummed a soft lullaby he used to sing in the kindergarten for upset or sleepy children, hoping it would help her too. It was still rather early, but he felt like perhaps a nap would still be good. Crying was exhausting after all.

But first, he waited for her to calm down some. 

Mae slept for few hours waking before lunch. She didn’t want to bother Markus though so sat by a dolls house she had and started to play quietly.

Wilford was inching to call and check up on them but knew he shouldn’t. If he couldn’t trust Markus today what would he do any other day? He needed to expand his trust.

Markus was humming softly in the kitchen. He had explored it and was pretty sure he could manage to make something for lunch, so here he was. He didn’t make too much, since he didn’t know how much Mae would like to eat, and he didn’t want to eat anything. But cooking was calming for him, cutting up whatever he needed easily, listening to what was cooking. It was nice.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Markus held Mae close to himself, gently rocking her. He hummed a soft lullaby he used to sing in the kindergarten for upset or sleepy children, hoping it would help her too. It was still rather early, but he felt like perhaps a nap would still be good. Crying was exhausting after all.

But first, he waited for her to calm down some. 

“Daddy the bestest daddy.” She yawned pulling the stuffies closer as she was tucked in. “The bestest.” She yawned again curling up under the duvet. “Na-night Markus.” She cooed before hiding her face onto one of the stuffies as she dozed off.

“Nighty Mae.”, Markus smiled lightly. He stayed by her side for a while, just to make sure she was alright, before getting up again and leaving the room. He left the door open like before, and went on to explore the apartment. Just to know where the rooms were, and feel more confident walking around.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Markus held Mae close to himself, gently rocking her. He hummed a soft lullaby he used to sing in the kindergarten for upset or sleepy children, hoping it would help her too. It was still rather early, but he felt like perhaps a nap would still be good. Crying was exhausting after all.

But first, he waited for her to calm down some. 

After loosing her mother Wilford couldn’t bare loosing Mae. She was literally the light in his life, he’d do anything to keep her happy. And she knew she had lots of things and was very happy with what she had. She was very clearly spoilt, but she wasn’t ungrateful. She tidied her room and kept her manners and always tried to help; Wilford took this as justification. He wanted to give her the childhood he hadn’t had.

“Daddy tells my lots and lots an’ I tell him lots and lots too!” She smiled. “Daddy the bestest.” She cooed softly, giggling. She furrowed her brow and rubbed her eyes yawning again. “Bu’ always have nummy food! Last ‘inter daddy said we needed to move, bu’ santy clause helped! ‘N’ we didn’t!” She cheered sleepily curling up smaller. “Daddy the bestest.” She repeated.

Markus smiled softly, tucking Mae into bed, making sure she was comfortable.
“Your daddy does sound like a great daddy.”, he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re very lucky to have him look after you.”. He couldn’t worry about them, he was aware. It was none of his business. But he still worried a little.

“Sleep tight, alright? I’ll wake you for lunch if you’re not up by then.”, he said then, gently petting her hair. He’d get a little more used to the layout of the apartment while she slept, and explore the kitchen.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Markus held Mae close to himself, gently rocking her. He hummed a soft lullaby he used to sing in the kindergarten for upset or sleepy children, hoping it would help her too. It was still rather early, but he felt like perhaps a nap would still be good. Crying was exhausting after all.

But first, he waited for her to calm down some. 

Mae nodded against him holding the stuffies to her chest. “This side.” She mumbled tapping his left shoulder. “Open door.” Her door was open most of the time, and she had left it like that after getting the stuffies. Wilford had clearly given her the bigger room and if Markus could see the room it was clear she got almost everything she asked for. “Daddy says he’ll get me a kitten for Christmas.” She yawned holding onto him. “A little cute one. Bu’ he needs to talk to the landlady. She’s mean.” She told him randomly. “An’ can’t ‘fford one. Dunno what tha’ means.”

Markus grabbed his cane and tapped it on the ground as he walked, carefully walking until he found the open door which must be Mae’s room.
“Your daddy loves you very much.”, Markus said softly. It was pretty worrying to him how Wilford spend everything he seemed to have for Mae. He understood that Mae must be the most important thing and person for Wilford, but it didn’t change that he spend all he had on her without worrying about it.

“Not being able to afford something, means that your daddy doesn’t have a lot of money. And you need money to buy food, and continue living where you are right now.”, he explained to her, finding her bed where he sat her down.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Markus held Mae close to himself, gently rocking her. He hummed a soft lullaby he used to sing in the kindergarten for upset or sleepy children, hoping it would help her too. It was still rather early, but he felt like perhaps a nap would still be good. Crying was exhausting after all.

But first, he waited for her to calm down some. 

Mae sniffled, sucking her thumb. She normally chewed the ears of her teddys when tired but they were on the couch so her thumb would do. She listened to him sing, her sniffles stopping completely. She closed her eyes resting against him. They had been up super early, 7am was very early for the child, so they could play before Markus arrived.

“Let’s take a nap, alright?”, Markus spoke up softly, when he felt Mae quieten down. “I’ll carry you, and you’ll tell me where your room is. It’s okay.”.
He carefully stood up, holding Mae in his arms. He grabbed the two stuffies off the couch and gave them to Mae, so she could carry them. He would manage to walk around on his own, he just needed to know which room was hers.

Markus held Mae close to himself, gently rocking her. He hummed a soft lullaby he used to sing in the kindergarten for upset or sleepy children, hoping it would help her too. It was still rather early, but he felt like perhaps a nap would still be good. Crying was exhausting after all.

But first, he waited for her to calm down some. 

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“Don’t be sad, Mae.”, he said softly, carefully reaching out and laying his hand onto her head.
“We both forgot. And that’s not a bad thing. Thank you for getting us our juice, and giving it to me. And don’t feel bad for forgetting I can’t see.”, he spoke softly. He didn’t want her to cry, especially over something like this -though he knew children cried more easily over little things.

Mae snuffled rubbing at his cheeks which just caused her to hiccup, crying audibly now. “ daddy say be nice an’ ‘member manners an’a can’t ‘member that you can’t see!” She exclaimed sniffling. “Tha’sa big thing to forget! N’you sad cuz I did it wrong!”

Markus frowned lightly. “It’s okay darling. I’m not sad, and I’m not mad at you either. I forget a lot of things too! Things that are very obvious. Like I forget that other people need the lights turned on, so I never turn them on when I have visitors.”, he spoke softly.

“Would you like a hug? I don’t want to just touch you without you wanting me to.”, he asked then, offering her his open arms to get a hug. 

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“Don’t be sad, Mae.”, he said softly, carefully reaching out and laying his hand onto her head.
“We both forgot. And that’s not a bad thing. Thank you for getting us our juice, and giving it to me. And don’t feel bad for forgetting I can’t see.”, he spoke softly. He didn’t want her to cry, especially over something like this -though he knew children cried more easily over little things.

She hastily wiped under her eyes, leaving her juice behind as she quietly podded back to the sofa. Mae sat in the corner holding Chicky to her chest as fat tears tumbled down her cheeks. She was supposed to be being nice and making Markus feel like a friend and she couldn’t even do that!

“Mae?”, Markus asked, voice soft, as he heard her walk away. Her steps were too quiet to properly track, but he knew she left the room. He bit his lip, setting his box down onto the counter as well, thinking about how to cheer her up. He didn’t know her well, so he wasn’t sure what she wouldn’t like.

He lightly tapped his cane on the ground as he made his way back to the living room, and back to the couch.
“Mae?”, he asked quietly, leaning his cane against the couch before he walked around it, crouching down in front of Mae.
“Do you want to tell me why you’re sad?”, he asked, hoping he could help her cheer up. 

“Don’t be sad, Mae.”, he said softly, carefully reaching out and laying his hand onto her head.
“We both forgot. And that’s not a bad thing. Thank you for getting us our juice, and giving it to me. And don’t feel bad for forgetting I can’t see.”, he spoke softly. He didn’t want her to cry, especially over something like this -though he knew children cried more easily over little things.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Markus smiled lightly as he listened to Mae. He didn’t know what was with her mother, but he wouldn’t ask Wilford about her. She wasn’t here now, and apparently Mae didn’t know her, so he was sure it was a sensitive subject to Wilford. He’d make sure not to ask about it unless he was sure he could.

“Would you like to have some juice? We could go get it together, with Bunbun and Chicky.”, he replied with a smile. It was nice to see how well Wilford was raising Mae.

The water was just normal bottles of water but the juice was little cartons. “Nope!” She chirped having already climbed down. “Straws~” She giggles having stabbed Markus’ for him and was now holding it out to him. “Whoopsy?”

“It’s alright.”, Markus chuckled lightly, smiling. “It’s hard to remember someone new is unable to see anything. I often forget other people can see too.”. Which didn’t happen all too often, but sometimes he did in fact forget that. He was used to not seeing anything after all, and that that meant he did things differently from people who could see.

“Will you tell me when you do things that I need to see to know? I wouldn’t know if you’re holding something out to me either, for example.”, he asked her then, though he was prepared she’d forget to. He would guess she had gotten him a juice box too, though he didn’t know if she held it, offered it to him, or put it down somewhere.