Recently I thought it would be cute if papas would have a little
weekend trips to a little local farm, just to chill, relax a bit
maybe!
( I’m actually
writing some short stories based on that idea rn, so beware hehe!!
Maybe I’ll publish them soon, who knows!)
Copia
being heavily delighted
by every single farm animal, finally letting the stress go away. He
would be the one who would enjoy his time on the countryside
the most ( sparkly
eyes whenever somebody mentiones them going on
a trip again)
Papa
III hates
the idea at first,
what? No ladies? No brothers of sin? No cigs, alcohol? Weekends are
meant for parties after all! He would end up surrounded by chikens,
fighting with them over the dominance of
their giant egos (chikens would win of course ). At the end he would
be the one who would cry the most for leaving this place.
Papa
II sees the trips as oportunity to finally bring back his rusty
cooking skills. He would be quite relaxed, spending time with his
family, reading newspaper, enjoying the countryside. Just casual dad
living his casual
life!
Papa
I would know the farm pretty well! It was his idea after all! Nothing
brings the family closer as spending time on a farm in the middle of
nowhere! ( especially while arguing over uno every evening) This old
man is here to just enjoy gardening, breathe some nice, fresh air.
Bonus
Nihil, wrapped in blanket in his rocking-chair, pretending to be
asleep just to eat more candy while non of his boys are looking (no
sugar allowed for an old man oopsie )
He stumbled back to his quarters, the afterglow of the ritual rapidly fading. He was sweaty. Sore. He was always sweaty and sore—why did he think it would be any different this time around?
He brought the wash cloth up to his face, and paused. After a moment of hesitation, he started carefully wiping away the unfamiliar parts of the skull paint.
There he was, underneath it all, looking back at himself from the mirror. The same as he had always been.
“Not Papa,” he sighed to himself. “Cardinal.”
An accidental companion series to my last Papa IV piece—look, that initial rush of Post-Coronation BDE Confidence can only last for so long.
This started out as that one painting at the end, and then just… kept going! I am WEAK and full of feelings.