”Es war nicht zu hart. Sie Namen reist weit und breit, Fräulein..” Said the boy - perhaps a bit on the flattering side, though entirely true. With only one place for freaks left to go, Miss Mars had made quite the name for herself amogst the right circles.
”Auf gute Zeiten und Kriegsende.” He echoed. Admittedly, he had never had to suffer through the troubles of either wars – his parents certainly suffered the consequences of WWI – but they had moved from Germany before the second, and he was born States-side; hence, saving himself at least part of the trouble.
“Prost!” He declared, gesturing his glass towards her before having a long sip, lips twisting at the unfamiliar bitter taste.
Laughing softly, Elsa gave the boy a small nod. Many people knew her name, but it was obvious that she wanted more than being the poor freaks’ mother. She had worked too hard – this would not be enough, of course not. “Ja? Ich hoffe, dass du nur von guten Sachen über mich gehört hast.”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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