@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder
(wait i thought it was night?)
(wait i thought it was night?)
(Evening, yeah, but it was just before their bed-time, but we can timeskip to morning if you want?)
Sure!)
Susan had gotten up at 5:00, she was always an early riser. Her hair twisted itself into a prim bun and she walked downstairs, ready to face a new day.
Lucky shivered in her sleep and held her bear tighter
(Is Hawkman on?)
(Idk)
(Okay, so what's going on rn? Sorry I haven't Rped on this one yet!)
(It's morning, everyone's waking up.)
(Okay, I'll write something then)
(Okay! Take your time.)
Persephone woke up to see rays of sunlight dancing on the floor, all scattered by the blinds. It was still early, yet she made herself get out of bed. She went downstairs, still in her pajamas, and she greeted Susan.
Lucky heard birds chirping and woke up, rubbing her eyes. She grabbed her bear and walked out of her room to go eat
Elliot dashed down the stairs, still in pajamas, and with a wild bed head. "WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?!" He shouted.
"Good morning. Tea?" Susan asked. She had recently removed all the books about red rubber balls and dogs called Spot that the previous governess had stocked the shelves with and had started Persephone on the campaigns of General Tacticus, which were both suitably bloodthirsty and more importantly considered too difficult for a child. As a result, Persephone's vocabulary was tripling every week and she could now use words like "Disemboweled" in everyday conversation. After all, what was the point of teaching children to be children? They were naturally good at it.
Lucky sat in one of the chairs and hugged her bear, “ what’s for breakfast?” Ah asked
(I love that so much… oml)
"Yes, please," Persephone replied. She took a book off the shelf and began reading the third volume on General Tacticus' campaigns. It was dense with words, but she still loved every bit of it. Persephone had always hated picture books about children who had petty little conflicts or conflicts that could never happen in real life at all. These campaigns, and this blood and gore she was forced to read about were intriguing and beautiful and most importantly real to her.
"Well, what do you want to eat?" Susan asked. There was no point in making food the children wouldn't eat, and she had let them learn their lesson when she had let them eat sweets all week. Now the children insisted on a healthy diet, which Susan gladly provided.
"Coffee!" Elliot chirped, plucking down on a chair.
(I love that so much… oml)
(Tongue-in-cheek moments are my specialty lmao)
“Um… eggs, toast, a little bacon, and some tea?” She asked
"Bacon!" Elliot said, nodding. "That sounds good!"
"Eggs, toast, bacon and tea it is then." Susan said, putting the kettle on and heating a pan.
"ANd COffeE!" Elliot said, still nodding.
“But Eli you are only 7” lucky asks
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