#except Luther who’s male and blonde

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I HAVENT SEEN THE KLAUS X DAVE ONE TILL NOW AND WOW????? ITS SO GOOD???

Hargreeves’s boys and their blondes.

Bonus:

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Left | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five time travels into the future but is haste to realize his mistake.

His heart was pounding. Heart rate was beyond average. His body ached and yearned for the feeling of euphoria again. The boy’s brain was rushing with thoughts. Every possible outcome, every memory, every word spoken was flashing across his head. But it didn’t matter. 

He left her. 

He didn’t think that it would come to this point. He didn’t know that it would work. Ending up in the future was an accident. He didn’t mean to, and now he was facing the consequences. His breathing sped up, and his throat closed. 

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t see straight. Everything was dizzy and moving in a circular motion. The food he ate earlier that day for breakfast seemed to want to leave his stomach at the point in time.  

It was lurching and begging to leave his stomach. Bile began to form in his mouth, and he felt sick. It was too much. The boy collapsed onto his knees. The feelings only intensified. He felt as if he was having a heart attack, anxiety attack, and panic attack all at once. 

Looking around at his surroundings only made it worse. Fire was littered everywhere. Destruction could be seen in every direction. Debris and ashes were everywhere. The boy’s face was covered in soot, and his lungs were embracing the smoky atmosphere. 

No one to be seen for miles. No one to be seen at all. It was the end of the world. The only thing left intact was a newspaper that read the date April 1, 2019. Last he checked, it was 2002. Dropping the newspaper down in disbelief, he looked around. 

The boy saw a hand sticking out from the ground. Hesitantly he made his way towards it. Inside the grasp of the hand was a prosthetic eye covered in sticky blood. He took the eye and admired it, trying to figure any sense of clue. Then to take a closer look at the male who was holding the eye. 

Again this male was covered in soot like the boy was. He was probably around his late twenties early thirties. But he looked a lot like Luther Hargreeves, the boy’s brother. He stood up in disbelief and saw a woman. She looked to be the same age with curly ombré hair– brown to blonde. Maybe it was Allison Hargreeves, his sister. 

Another male was found again, the exact age or appeared to look that way. He wore all black and had knives on a belt. No doubt about it, this was Diego Hargreeves. Turning a corner, he saw a curly-haired male with an umbrella tattoo. Klaus Hargreeves. His fears were proven true when looking at the tattoo. 

His siblings were dead. 

Five Hargreeves had traveled seventeen years into the future and saw every sibling of his dead except for two. The boy couldn’t figure out where they were, and he searched for days. There was one person he wanted to see– or so he thought he did.

Her. His pride and joy. She wasn’t exactly ordinary. She had some form of telepathy, and they were trying to figure it out together since she hadn’t been adopted into the academy. But she was his best friend. She was more than a best friend. 

She was his girlfriend. 

She was an all-in-one deal. His best friend, his girlfriend, his partner in crime, his everything, his world, his number one supporter, and most importantly– his future wife. 

This girl made his days so much brighter. The consequences he faced were so worth it for the hours of euphoria he was given when in her presence—the hours of watching movies together or taking naps. 

The times where she would take care of him while sick after he spatial jumped to her house. Even after missions, he felt so exhausted and just wanted to sleep on her bed covered in her scent. Times where he could be her safe place just like she was his. 

His siblings never got to meet her, and now they would never get the chance. He remembered her saying that once she was old enough that she’d get a tattoo of his name on her collar bone– his favorite place to kiss her. 

He always laughed and told her that it was a stupid idea, but she never thought so. It was a promise she made to herself. After his disappearance, it only made her want to get the tattoo more. 

Five years after being stuck, the yearning for her only got worse. The overthinking caused so many anxiety attacks. The ‘what ifs’ began to haunt him. His heart ached for his lover. The girl who was always there was now gone. 

He had to learn to live without her, but he swore to himself once he got back, he’d do anything in his power to protect her. She always felt safe in his arms. While Five seemed sweet and was sweet, he didn’t fear having to fight someone for the people he cared about. 

The boy feared what she would think of him when he returned. What will she say when she finds out I’m mentally fifty-eight? What happens if she figures out I’m an assassin? 

Nightmares were more frequent. Throwing up became normalized. Dizziness became the standard. Lungs aching became ordinary. Heart begging for his lover became common. He was the living embodiment of a mess. Thoughts were scattered twenty-four seven. 

But it didn’t matter because he left her. 

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

If possible... Headcannons/fanfic from 2p Germany and 2p Russia, separately, taking interest in a friend from one country? Context: The country's friend is immortal, because of problems she went in her country's replacement at the meeting with the other countries. She has a very affectionate and outgoing personality, so she quickly picks up romantic interest from the attendees.

Sorry it took so long. Here it is!

2p Russia

A lone tall man walked through the basement halls of the United Nations building. His large, long blacked coat protected him from the chill of the A.C. and in his left hand was a simple black briefcase. His steps were quiet along the concrete, but his momentary silence would not last for much longer.

A set of steel doors sat closed and was located at the end of the hall. The sounds that lied within warned of chaos and death. Viktor blew a hard breath through his nose, as much as he wanted to leave, this meeting was important. It was the first time in a long time that all the 2ps were meeting and to avoid it could be costly.

Opening the door Viktor noticed that many nations were grouped together. The Nordics were in the back corner of the room talking about business. Germany and Italy were near their seats, both seemed to be scanning the crowd. Viktor guessed it was to see the missing member of their trio. Once Viktor found his seat, his eyes wandered around again.

This time his eye drifted over to the FACE family. Normally there were shouts and the clink of coins hitting glass, but today it was much quieter. As Viktor looked closer at the four, he realized something. Allen wasn’t there. Instead, there was a woman among them. She was (Y/H) and had (S/C) skin. The strange woman was leaning against the sitting blond Canadian. Both were talking and were smiling. Viktor did note that Matt seemed to have a small blush on his face. His observation was interrupted by a voice.

“All right-a everyone. Take your-a seats and shut-a up!”

Viktor grunted and looked over as the woman moved to take Allen’s seat. His eyebrow rose, this would take some investigating. But that would have to wait.

The meeting went almost as Viktor had expected. Various nations would present an issue, try to make it seem that their homes were thriving, and others would say their piece on an issue. During each part of this song and dance, some nation would then distract everyone. The main offender this time happened to be Macau. He had been going around attempting to piss of Italy so that he could win a bet.

Overall a normal meeting, but Viktor could not help but be distracted by the (E/C) beauty. She had been outgoing the entire meeting. Asking questions to the presenters, offering solutions, and overall being pleasant. It was cute, but there was one habit that stood out, pet names. Each person was given their own.

Despite the cuteness, Viktor was getting annoyed. It was not at the charming lady, but rather at his fellow nations. Their infatuation was apparent in the blushes and sudden smiles that came from their interactions with her. Viktor was not pleased with how others looked at her like a meal or a treasure. He also wasn’t pleased that he was feeling this way over a stranger, better yet a stranger attached to Allen.

With the end of the meeting came the desire for answers. Viktor rose quickly like a weasel looking for prey. He moved calmly and quickly over to the stranger. There he stood, in front of her but unnoticed, while she giggled and affectionately was playing around with England. Viktor felt his ire increase when she gave the killer baker a kiss. His blush made Viktor’s stomach twist in a painful way.

Before confronting her, Viktor looked over to the Canadian that seemed to be looking over at the pair jealously.

“Kaнaдa, who is this?”

“That’s (Y/N) (L/N). An old friend of Al’s, we’ve known her since childhood and since Al’s buried under work, he asked her to step in for him.”

Viktor just hummed in response. This woman was becoming more interesting. With two steps and a cough, Viktor stood in front of the playful pair.

Their attention turned to him quickly. The Brit did not look happy to be interrupted, while the woman smiled at him. Using his practiced grace Viktor reached out and took her hand. A gentle kiss was placed upon it.

“Hello, Ms. (L/N). I am the Russian Federation. Is there a chance you have a moment to discuss some things with me?”

(Y/N) covered her mouth and giggled. To Viktor, and many others it sounded like silver bells.

“Of course, I have some time before I have to get these notes to Al.”

Being the gentleman, he offered her his elbow. She responded with a bright smile and (Y/N) hooked her arm into his and followed the red eyed male out.

It was not long before they found a spot to sit and discuss. Their conversations soon left the topics of business and became more personal. Viktor was intrigued, despite the difference in the centuries she had lived, he couldn’t help but feel connected to her. To him her presence felt like a balm for his soul.

A beeping turned the chatting duo into silent statues. It was (Y/N)’s phone. She glanced quickly at it and grimaced.

“I’m sorry Viktor, I have got to get going. Al’s waiting for me and these papers.”

Of course. Allen just had to cut their time short. Standing alongside (Y/N), Viktor offered to give her a ride. Just something to give him more time to bask in her glow.

Being the true optimist, (Y/N) accepted with an enthusiastic yes!

The trip to his car and then to Al’s apartment felt too fast for Viktor. Before (Y/N) could leave the car. Viktor looked at (Y/N), he felt emotions that could not be explained easily, but he knew one thing. He needed to get to know (Y/N) better. So, he was going to take a chance.

“Would you care to go on a date with me? It is nothing serious, just a chance for us to get to know one another better.”

(Y/N) was not surprised. She just smiled and looked back at Viktor while getting out of the car.

“I would love to, but you need to realize one thing. I have noticed quite a few nations giving me the same goo-goo eyes that you have. So, be prepared for a fight for my heart.”

With a wink and giving Viktor a small sheet of paper, (Y/N) was gone. She had waltzed into Allen’s apartment building like a dream.

Looking down Viktor saw that the sheet was her phone number. Despite his cold heart, Viktor smirked to himself. He would figure out these feelings and if God willed it, he would secure her heart.

2p Germany

It was too loud and cold in this basement. The chaos had decided to get started before the meeting. Nations were yelling and weapons were flying. The A.C. was blowing like it was the reason for the next ice age. It was all annoying. All Luther wanted to do was sleep, maybe people watch, but that wouldn’t happen if these conditions continued.

With a deep groan Luther sat up straight and stretched. The sound of a satisfying pop alerted him that his stretching had relaxed muscles.

Luther glanced at the clock, and his head tilted to the left like a confused puppy. It was about ten minutes after the hour. That means the meeting should have started ten minutes ago, why hadn’t it started? He glanced around and understood one thing. Luciano, aka Italy, was not there.

Luther felt a little embarrassed he should have realized that earlier, but in his defense, the exhaustion and the beginnings of a headache ate at his awareness. Before he could wonder about the location of his missing Genosse, a (Y/H) woman ran over to the podium at the front of the room.

Her hair was wild, her face was flushed, gorgeous (E/C) looked around excitedly. She carried a smile as she reached forward and tapped on the microphone.

“Hello everyone, I apologize for being late. But I am (Y/N) (L/N) and I’m stepping in for Italy today. Sadly, he is out due to getting grounded and he has asked that I lead this meeting.”

Luther raised a brow and smirked. How cute. This pretty little vixen was now attempting to lead the meeting. The next few hours would be fun, well for him anyway.

For many nations the meeting was considered normal. Interruptions and fighting, before the more business-oriented nations took back control. This included the lovely (Y/N), but try as she may to keep the focus, many nations shattered her attempts like already cracked glass.

For one thing, Austria could not leave (Y/N) be. He was constantly interrupting presenting nations by breaking in rock ballads, mostly singing about (Y/N). While Norway was asking her whether or not she wanted to see a flaming heart, no one was quite sure what that mean. Since it was Norway, everyone knew that fire and pyros should not mix, except for (Y/N). Luckily Denmark stopped him by confiscating his lighter. Lastly, Luther joined in. He was dropping pickup lines and teasing (Y/N). Other nations did some stuff too, but it was not as entertaining as those three.

Throughout it all (Y/N) just giggled and responded with affection. In some cases, it was a compliment, other nations got gentle gestures. Those that received her affection either blushed or looked a little shocked.

Luther knew (Y/N) was gorgeous before, but her outgoing and sweet nature made her much more lovely. He thought he might be developing a crush, but Luther didn’t dwell to long on that thought. Mostly because everyone was getting up to leave and some of his rivals were closing in on (Y/N).

Without thinking it through, Luther quickly moved to take a spot by (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) was surprised but didn’t seem to be against his presence. Luther gave a side smile and asked to walk her out. Somehow (Y/N)’s smile got even bigger, and she nodded.

Together they walked out of the cold, basement room. Luther gave dark glares at nearby nations while (Y/N) smiled and waved at the nations that walked by.

As they walked, Luther decided to get to know this little beauty more.

“So, how long have you known Luciano?”

“Since the third century, after all we grew up together in a way, though I am still way younger than him.”

This comment caused Luther to stop walking. Was she like them or some other thing that he didn’t know existed? Any way Luciano has some explaining to do later.

Luther watched as (Y/N) slowed, stopped and looked back at him. Her eyes seemed to be full of mischief and a cat-like smile rested on her face.

“Luther, if you don’t want to walk me to Luci’s I’m sure some other nation would be more than happy to take your place.”

Luther’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t expecting this sweet woman to be an observant and playful tease. It was hot.

“Liebling, why call someone else when I’m the only one you need.”

Both let out a chuckle as they stepped through the door that led into the stairwell. This seems to be the start of a classic love story.

[seawolvesanddragons]

Umbrella Academy Thoughts

-- why are they wearing domino masks if they don't have secret identities?

--are any of the kids even remotely curious about other powered kids?

--the whole "Vanya shouldn't go on missions cause she doesn't have powers to protect herself" kind of makes sense, but like...what did Klaus have to protect himself on missions? All the boy could do was talk to ghosts then.

--the blonde straight boy is the leader? Really?

--What did Vanya even right in her book that angers Diego so much?

--I can't tell if its the acting or the writing, but everything seems really rushed, forced, and like the decisions and characterization changes for plot convience. Especially Hazel and Cha Cha

--How long after Five left did Ben die and the others leave? What was the order?

--I feel like everything I see Ellen Page is lately is just her acting nervous about everything; is that her typical character or is my memory faulty?

--Diego went from "Vanya sucks" to "you can't lock VANYA up" with very little build up

--They fridged Patch, screw them.

--one non hetero relationships and its only shown in a handful of second long flashbacks, where we know nothing except the guys name.

--How does anyone in the outside world trust Allison, knowing that a) her power is common knowledge and b) people with regular abilities get accused of using bribery to get jobs, etc instead of their own talent? I like Allison, she's one of the few I liked but her post UA life was a little too smooth transition for me to swallow.

--How early did their powers develop? You telling me Hargreeves managed to stumble upon the fact that if Allison said "I heard a rumor..." That shit happens by the time she was FOUR?

--also, basically this whole season hinges on us accepting that one can determine a childs emotional and mental stability by how they act when they are FOUR? Like, I worked with four year olds for years. There were certainly some who got irritated when they were told what to do, or lost a game, or literally anything because they were FOUR. If they had had superpowers that they couldn't control because, again, FOUR, I probably would have hit the wall a few times myself. Four year old's don't have a real concept of death. I understand wanting to supress her powers when she's 4 and has no control, but they couldn't have sat her down at 12 or 13 and eased her off the suppressants? Let her known growing up she had powers? They just kind of imply Vanya was evil from the start and would always be with power.

--i feel like Pogo was supposed to be a sympathetic caretaker, like Alfred, but honestly he came off as a manipulative dick,

--Did...did these kids EVER like each other growing up? They kind of imply that Vanya and Five maybe got along, but never follow it up, and the only other relations they ever really explore in a positive light are Ben and Klaus and of course Allison and Luther. I would have liked a better exploration of how these kids interacted as kids.

--I feel like CPS would have interefered

--the world is surprisingly calm about the whole "all these women gave birth" and "these kids have superpowers

--ok the whole two dads with Klaus scene made me smile a bit

--the villaness made me think of Missy from Doctor Who - as in, she's like every other type A female villain out there.

--if they try to justify Hargreeves as a sympathetic father I will scream

--why does Luther have to apologize for sleeping with a girl? At this point, he and Allison have had no kind of emotional recommitment to each other

--they had the chance to do a well written abusive male who manipulates a girl into an isolating relationship but they half assed it.

--some of the powers and exploration of the powers were really unique and cool.

[worlduniversityrp-blog]

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OOC

Name: Drey Pronouns: He / Him / His Contact URL: dolcexsnaps.tumblr.com

Character Wanted: Sweden Activity Level: 5-6 Time Zone: GMT + 8 / Philippine Standard Time Password: accepted Members Page Icon: http://red-panda-tea.tumblr.com/post/157333309833/can-you-draw-one-of-the-nordics-plz

Extra : None / Can’t think of anything at the moment.

IC

Full Name: Berwald Hendrick Johansson Age / Year: 23, 3rd Year Gender / Pronouns: He identifies as a bisexual male. He / His / Him

Appearance : One of the his most noticeable features, is his averagely-large sized body. You could say quite well-built, too. A broad chest, broad shoulders, slightly muscular arms and legs, and, of course, his calloused hands. Hair is somewhat of a light blond, and uneven on the tips, and is often shown lazily combed. His hair also parts to the right. Like the shade of the tropical marine seas, his eyes spots an unusual blue-ish green color, on most days. Quite ironic, due to his rather prominent nose, thin eyebrows, chapped lips, and very fair complexion, given the fact that his home country spots a northernmost location. In terms of clothing and fashion, one can infer that he dresses, like the modern Scandinavian man, in mind. Scarves, and / or turtlenecks, if the weather demands it. But on normal terms, you usually can find him clad in button-up shirts, often adorned with a minimalist design. His upper body also has some freckles scattered about.

Personality: Taciturn and stoic, but is actually quite playful on the inside. If one wants to summarize him into a single sentence, that would be it. A rather odd addition to that, Berwald is adamant person. He keeps his beliefs intact, and it’s quite hard to make him re-consider. Even if it means that he is wrong. Paired with his stubborn attitude, is the fact that he might come out as slightly nonchalant about the things around him. Though, he is not a lax individual, and will always try to persuade, and coax someone into perceiving his way of thinking. Setting aside, he can be quite the patient person. Berwald is genuinely nice, and will not hesitate to lend a helping hand. Concerning speech and language, he chooses to speak in truncated words, in a seldom manner, but aside from that, he is quite well-spoken, and his lexicon is rather large, due to his curious nature. But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cuss or curse, especially if the situation demands of it. He, especially, finds it pleasing in using both Swedish, and English, in his everyday life and conversation. He has select hobbies and interests, too. He likes The Arts, especially Woodworks and Wood-sculpting, and finds them quite interesting. Literature and Baking, both comes in as close second. To add to that, he also adores things related to, or pertaining to, international affairs, issues, and globalization, as a whole. He is openly drawn to the twists and turns of the outside world.

Skills :  - Musically-inclined : Berwald grew up with music. His mother was a musican, and he was taught how to play the violin at age 6, and later on, the piano at age 9. He likes surrounding himself with tranquil, and classic melodies. Noteworthy persons of interest are Tchaikovsky, and Mozart.

- Baking : This hobby is an essential in Sweden, a country known mostly for a wide range of baking traditions, most notably, fika. From an early age, he was already taught the basics of culinary delights, and is proud of himself, for the ability of making himself his own food.

- Bookworm / Avid Reader : He adores, and loves reading. He has this unique hobby of collecting books, not just for the heck of it, but it makes him feel intelligent, and vintage-like. Due to his penchant for this, he normally would know much, things ranging from useless trivia- to wise and sane advice.

Flaws : - Perfectionist : He tends to dabble much, over things that would normally be, considered a bit over-dramatic. Stuff like symmetry, general cleanliness, or his work-ethic.

- Adamant : Due to his rather, rambunctious upbringing, it can be quite difficult to change his mind. He’ll certainly protect it, whether he’s true or not. He’s not always like this, though. It depends on his mood, and the topic at hand.

- Mischievous : He can be quite sarcastic, and misleading at times. Other times, he’s a prankster, who tries his best to be secretive. This side of him, shows up more noticeably, whether he’s feeling vengeful, or something malicious happened, that may concern himself, and others.

Back Story: Berwald experienced the early years of his life, in the Kungsholmen district in Stockholm, and into a family that consists of his father, mother, and older sister. Growing up, he developed a mischievous attitude, and would often cause trouble, in some way or another. This leading to his family doubtingly classifying him as a ‘rambunctious’ child. It would also be a cause of surprise for other people, due to usual calm disposition, it would be hard to guess that he’d hide his frolicsome behavior underneath. Random skirmishes, often provoked by him and his older sibling, would ensue and cause tantrums every now and then, usually with the latter one having a higher probability of winning over the younger. But, it wasn’t really like that, all the time. He’d usually help his mother with baking, especially before 'fika’ time arrives, and got into loving the activity at heart as time progressed. Him and his older sister would, either read books together in a mini-library inside their home, or spend their afternoons, aimlessly walking around their garden, or the broader neighborhood if they felt like it. Picking the fat, black cherries that hang in a tree over another garden wall, on their way back. One by one, then comes his father. Whom he’d always admired, and watched from afar. Whilst working in a private workshop antiquely tucked inside their home. Working for a company that specializes in finance, he uses his spare time into woodworks, due to the fact that it seemed to please him, and ease his stress. Berwald was, then eventually allowed to work alongside by his father, and they’d spend all the available time they have, and made wood sculptures, petite ornaments, and small furniture. Then, they’d talk about everything that would cross their minds. Traveling elsewhere. New experiences. Life choices. Getting a top-notch education. Frequent subjects and topics of interest that arouse every afternoon. And, all that constituted his childhood, and pre-teen life. but not everything was made to bring joy to light.

By the time he was 15, his father and sister were both caught up in a fatal car accident, which left them both dead, and his remaining family, now reduced to shambles. His mother became afflicted with so much grief, and reduced herself, both in physical property, and in personality. She became reduced, and colder, and took over as the breadwinner, for the remainder of the Johansson family, which consisted of him and herself. That threw things off for Berwald. It seems like everything became lopsided for him, and he had to endure the tremendous amount of pain by himself, which somehow made him close off himself from others, in the process. Friendships grew weak, and life became bleak, and dull, even for his studies in high school. To which depression soon followed, leaving him in an austere manner of things, even after he graduated.

Luckily, for him, his mother had been assigned to relocate to New York, chosen to work there to further the global foothold of the company. In all of his life, leading to now, Berwald felt a spark of hope inside of him. He’d always wanted to go to the States, to further his rightful thinking of the world, and its processes. Knowing that it would help him realize both his, and his father’s dream. To be successful, and try to flip the coin, and revert things to the way it should be.

And he was going to make everything worthwhile. It could’ve- No. It will be great, he’ll make sure of it.

Headcanons:  Berwald likes to be minimalistic. Personality-wise, it’s his aesthetic, not just in clothing.

After everything that has happened, he still hopes, and clings to the thought that his mother would break her facade, and re-invigorate their frigid relationship.

His favorite / preferred coffee drink is a caffè latte, and even has his own recipe, which suits his tastes.

Classical, Rock, and Pop are some of his more well-received genres / styles when it comes to music.

Major(s): Majors in Cultural and Global Studies & Interior Design Minors: Minors in  English Literature, Language, and Writing Courses: Human Geography and Globalization ( C&GBS), Design History and Criticism ( ID )

Ships:

OTP(s): SuFin / DenSu / SuNor / SuIce / I don’t mind.

NOTP(s): None, really.

Writing sample : ( Based on an RP that I did )

Sitting down on a chair, he eloquently picked up a book, and began to read. It might seem a bit too much, but it’s his way of concealing all the emotion that was forming in inside of him. Even though he calls him all these nasty nicknames, petty accusations, and throws downright, frigid insults at him, he still loves his Luther. His most precious younger brother. It was just that, he’s not really that keen on showing it off on a regular, open, and more expressive basis. But, what made today an exception to this rule, was just like the times when he’d think, and ponder on and on, for answer that seems, oh-so fleeting. Was it because of him receiving his paycheck yesterday? Was it because he saw a group of brilliant musicians performing in the park? Was it.. Was it because he made a cake for his brother? This array of thoughts swirled, like swings and roundabouts, in his mind. It also began to hinder his progress with the book, which, sort of, irritated him. But he made no lasting comment about it.

Brushing it aside, and continuing to read, he spoke with a more soft tone, eyes flickering with an unknown glint, “Was? Nein. Don’t. That’s all for you. It was- It was just an extra baked good. For you. ” On top of this, he was greeted with an unfamiliar feeling. It wasn’t toilsome, though. He hid his face behind the pages, and smiled.