Neuhaus Chocolate Indianapolis "The war is over" # 7: Lullaby

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Ling was used to blood, since I was little. It was something that would repel or cause discomfort. I'd never see her splashing unfazed by the air during a battle. I'd never scared. He had never been afraid. But Lan Fan's blood had a smell unlike any he had seen so far. Just to see her, her stomach twisted and felt like vomiting. Had barely suppress the gag, his knees trembling, beads of sweat on your skin. Not remember having seen something more unpleasant in his life. And thatwas terrified.

That sea of blood on the Ed and he smelled blood walked Lan Fan. Ling could not go a step further, overcome by nausea. She felt sick. Her eyes clouded by fatigue, and then the arm amputee volvíaa see in his hands, while it was tied to that damn dog with trembling fingers as the fabric tape is slipped over and over again. What a horrible memory. What a horrible feeling. He put his hand over her mouth to try to control himself, but his hands also were soaked with blood. That she smelled blood. That smelled muerte. The hands that were wrapped tightly maimed body of the girl with his own jacket, trying to stop the bleeding. And the stomach volvíaa contraérsele violence. She closed her eyes, trying to escape the images. But in the darkness that awaited him after his eyelids, those memories were even sharper, clearer. Open meat, muscles and bones exposed. White skin Lan Fan, pale as a corpse, from the dense red blood pouring from his shoulder without stopping.

Idiot. He had not even allowed to say &frown. Never allowed to say sorry. " Never. Inched mass he, holding his wrist for hand away from the face, and wiped the sweat from his forehead delicately with the sleeve. Ling closed his eyes, sighing, letting console. Touch calmed him slowly pulse. - It was just a nightmare, "muttered Lan Fan tender voice, looking at him affectionately. It's over ...

Ling chuckled.
- Sometimes I think with all that hemes seen and lived here we have enough material to fuel nightmares for all our life ...
But the discomfort is dissolved. Fan Lan shook his head with a small frown, as agreeing with him. The moonlight fell upon it, dimly illuminating half of her face. Ling looked at her for a second and raised a hand to touch her cheek, her forehead against hers.

- Thanks ...

She frowned again. Never allowed him to say "thanks." But his expression softens securaround him by the shoulders to wrap too, "tell me a story? She let out a murmur of laughter from her hair.

- No. You are more for those things.

- How about a song? - No way.

- ... I think I'll have another nightmare soon.

- whiner ...

Lan Fan threw her head back, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully, until another smile curved his lips. And bowing her face again, he began to sing orute; maximum possible. The memory of the nightmare was dissolved as a vapor cloud blown by the wind, was replaced on the spot for the old memories of home and its people. Ling felt his eyes moist, but do not know if it was because of the laughter or the other feeling that had suddenly enveloped the heart.

- I think this song is not the most appropriate for someone trying to sleep ...

- not specified.

Fan Lan pulled the embrace, burying his face in the hair of his master. He knew he was smiling. Silent paround, hugging a pillow with grief. Pei, who was in charge of checking that everything was in order for the first night that the Prince was passing in his new bedroom (windows tightly closed, fluffy pillows, hand warmer under the blankets to keep warm bed) left escape an indulgent laugh.

- Ling, and are too old to sleep in a crib. You'll be cramped if you go on. You have to sleep in a bed like the elderly. You are growing very fast.

- I do not want to sleep here alone, "he repeated, looking around suspiciously. I do not like being alone. &C

- Of course, he is my husband-Pei stood proudly, taking a hand to his chest in a theatrical gesture. I have to sleep with him to look after and protect you while you relax, that's what we wives.

- And ... you can not take care of me too?

- What are you saying? Pei was the victim. Does not care of you every day as if you were my greatest treasure? Ling

puckering again in another face, this time embarrassed. The woman could not repress a smile by Mastime. He sat on the side of his bed beside him and took one of the tiny feet that were outlined under the sheets. The child squirmed and tickling, laughing softly, and his expression relaxed.

- You have to get used to this, Ling-Pei then added softly. Sooner or later. And the sooner you do, the sooner you take him off, huh? Do not worry, because we will be in the next room. But the big boys do not sleep with their nannies! And if you are brave princes. CHT MLXC

He opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when she heard a noise at the door. The small Lan Fan appeared in the doorway, with a modest gown of pale ivory and black hair falling loose over her shoulders. Seeing that the other two looked at her, dropped the door and scampered barefoot towards them.

- Mom! Exclaimed very seriously to get to her, raising his arms. Look! I have set myself the nightgown.

- Ohhh, really? Pei replied, excitedly. That's great, honeyo.

the soil up to sit on his knees, but the girl's smile vanished like smoke when he saw Ling looking at them with dog face.

- What is it? He asked puzzled, blinking.

- Do not want to sleep here alone, "said Pei for him, earning a horror (and exaggerated) look embarrassed by the child.

- Fan-Lan Ohhh ... stared at his friend with an expression of sympathy more like a funeral that ds that now I get used to sleeping together here too. Ling, this is your habitacióny have to sleep here alone.

- Nooo, Pei, please ...

- Come as you are over ...

- I do not want to sleep here alone!

- Mom, if you have fear, I have to stay with him!

Pei looked at her daughter with her mouth open to such a statement.

- And why, pray?

- For pecause I am your escort! Lan Fan replied as if it were obvious, putting their little hands on hips with solemnity, and Ling nodded enthusiastically to emphasize his words.

She struggled between the sudden urge to laugh at the situation in general and their responsibility to maintain composure for those kids respect their decision. It was not easy, in fact hurt his throat to swallow the laughter, but in the end everything was hawking a bewildered and could sustain his daughter looked almost unperturbed.

- Lan Fan, honey, the guards do not work for the n

stay there was horrible. Quite clearly went out the window, because in the garden lanterns were still burning, but almost worse was the contrast of light and shadows cast on the ceiling and walls. In areas of darkness seemed to move things spooky. Ling sat up in bed again, as if driven by a spring, and sat there looking around apprehensively. He thought of turning on a lamp, but was not allowed to use matches. Also, do not want them to see the glow under the door ... light had never needed to sleep and Peihad always praised the courage you, disappoint was the last thing I wanted.

course was also true that I had never slept alone ...

Ling got off the bed, feeling the warm wooden floor beneath her bare feet. He remained standing there for a while, undecided, until he finally ran to the door, glancing shadows around him if one is decidíaa attack on an oversight. But when he reached out again to stay static, tight-lipped. That was not worthy of a brave prince. & Am, He seemed like an eternity. Garden lanterns began to fade, leaving only the lights on defense. Each time the guard on duty passed under his window, his light paper even more sinister cast shadows on the ceiling. I was getting everything darker. Each time was more afraid, with a thick knot in my stomach. Until he could not resist Masy last rose of a jump, jumping out the door as he thought to be a brave prince did not deserve so much suffering and to give a damn.

had to estirarsand to reach the doorknob and was difficult to push the thick sheets of solid wood, but when she disponíaa out to the living room, with a heavy heart, was stopped suddenly in the threshold. A pair of big black eyes stared back from the darkness that reigned beyond the door. And Ling nearly screamed with fright.

- Shhh! Fan-Lan quickly covered her mouth with her hands, joke. Do not scream, I am.

Ling abruptly removed his hands and crossed his arms, angry at having scared so pathetic delaI, then under the covers, very happy.

- now to sleep, huh? "Cried Lan Fan, Pei imitating the tone, as he tucked in a professional and he planted a loud kiss on the head. I will protect and take care while you rest.

- Pei says that's what wives do, "said Ling from the pillow.

- Escorts also, "she said with a tone expert. Bao told me. Ling

closed his eyes, making attempts to sleep. But could not take three seconds or so. Then again nailingeyes on the girl, who sat on the mattress beside him, like a statue.

- Lan Fan ... do you not afraid?

- I have no fear of anything, "she answered smugly. If you have fear, could not be a warrior. And I want to be a warrior.

- The brave princes not afraid, "said Ling, wrinkling his brow. But ... I sometimes get scared.

- It does not matter. No matter if you get scared.

- Why?

hugged her tightly, wrapping his arms and legs and leaning his head on his chest. Fan Lan hugged her back and both ended up getting a ball so tight that no one knew where one began and the other ended.

The bed did not seem so large nor so cold. She wrapped him warm. Its smell always soothed inside. He could hear her heart beating rhythmically, his chest rising and falling with each breath. It was like a magic spell ... - Thanks ... "he whispered. Lan Fan

pursed

a little frown, but then smiled again. He began to hum under his nanny who always sang Pei. And Ling fell asleep with a smile.