Omg hej anon - mange tak for anmodningen! I’m so excited that you like my OC Freda, I really do love

Omg hej anon - mange tak for anmodningen! I’m so excited that you like my OC Freda, I really do love her & I’m excited to introduce y’all to my other OCs sometime soon too ^^The song that Freda sings is linked here!- JJ x~~~~~~~~~~Freda smiled softly, sighing lightly as she finally sat down on her comfy bed after a long day, “Ah, finally I can relax.” The young lady slipped off her black high heels and almost moaned at the feeling of the cool air on her sore feet, “Sikke en dag!” The maid pulled her hair from it’s bun and wandered over to her vanity, gazing at her own face in the mirror before reaching for her hairbrush, repeating herself and suppressing a little yawn, “Sikke en dag.”“Hm, I think that Freda’s Dutch could use some work,” Vincent thought to himself out loud as he caught her voice from where he was passing by her bedroom door, “Maybe you could teach her some more, Theo?” Vincent smiled sweetly at his brother who happened to be walking down the corridor towards him from the parlor.“Teach who what, broer? I don’t have the time to be a tutor.” The tall art dealer questioned his blond, angelic older brother as he stopped in front of him, his observant china blue eyes wandering towards Freda’s bedroom door, “Depends what it is …”“Well,” Vincent smiled almost guiltily at Theo, his own head turning to gaze at the beloved maid’s door, “I think Freda is practicing her Dutch to be able to talk to us and well,” the artist whispered the last part of his sentence, “Her pronunciation is all off. I can barely understand her.”Before Theo could respond, Freda began to hum softly, a sound which brought smiles to both of the van Gogh’s faces - her voice was sweet and pretty, much like she was. The lady began to sing a song which neither of them knew, in fact, they were both sure of the fact that it was not from their time, “Dag for dag, inde bag mit vindue. År for år, ingen kiggede ind. Alt den tid, uden at ku’ se det. Jeg har været blind.”Theodorus frowned slightly despite the warmth which Freda’s voice brought to his heart, “ ‘s  not like any Dutch I know. Some of the words are similar, ja, but,” the vampire turned towards his brother who simply shrugged, “I don’t what nonsense she’s speaking. Maybe Comte would know.”“Know what, Theo my old chap?” A third, annoyingly British voice entered the conversation. Arthur slung his arm around his friend’s broad shoulders but was soon brushed off by the 6ft tall Dutchman, “How you’re finally going to tell the bird that you fancy her?”“Shut up, klootzak,” the taller man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he looked back towards Freda’s door, almost glaring at it as if he were trying to see through the wood which kept her from view, “We can’t work out what language hondje is speaking in.”Arthur grinned, casually strolling up to the door and pressing his ear against it, making a show of listening for Freda’s beautiful voice, “If it involves me being able to hear our princess’ inner thoughts, I’d be happy to help.” The author scooched closer to the door, pressing against it just gently enough as to not alert Freda to his presence, “I wonder what dirty things go on in that pretty head of her’s?”“Just listen, Arthur.” Vincent sighed, his heart fluttering when Freda began to sing again.“Nu’ jeg her, ser de tusind stjerner. Nu’ jeg her, Midt i deres skær. Denne nat, har vist mig at, jeg er hvor jeg skal vær’!”Arthur drew away from the door, blushing ever so slightly as his heart seemed to beat a little faster than it had before, “Certainly a very pretty song our bird sings,” he pondered for a moment before holding up his hands in defeat, “But I don’t know the language. It’s Germanic, I can tell you that much, possibly Scandinavian or some kind of regional German dialect.” The navy haired vampire took a few steps back to stand with Theo and Vincent, holding his chin in thought, “But, who am I to say? I only know English and French.”“Og nu ser jeg lyset klart! Nu er tågen helt forsvundet. Og nu ser jeg lyset klart, det gør himlen ny for mig.”  Freda continued to sing, her voice carrying throughout the mansion until a small crowd of Theo, Arthur, Vincent, Mozart, Jean and Isaac had gathered outside of her door, all six of the men as puzzled as the last. The group had stood at the door speculating for what could’ve been an hour, drawing the attention of le Comte,“I thought I had taught my residents better than to eavesdrop on my little jewel,” the head of the household spoke sternly to the six lesser vampires loitering outside of Freda’s door, frowning as he approached them, “What seems to be the trouble, gentlemen?”It was Jean who spoke, the man who was possibly the most distressed about the situation out of all of them, “What is the mysterious tongue the mademoiselle speaks?”“Freda?” le Comte questioned aloud which drew the woman out from her room, her chocolate brown hair flowing down her back and her dove grey eyes clear and beautiful like precious stones, “Oh, my apologies, ma chère, I didn’t mean to call for you.” His golden gaze was warm and kind as he admired her, “I saw that some of my precious children had gathered by your door and was wondering what they were doing here at such an hour.”“O-oh,” Freda blushed softly when she noticed that she was being watched carefully by seven sets of curious eyes, “I’m sorry to bother you all with my singing, I was just thinking that I miss speaking Danish with other people.” The young lady’s embarrassed expression morphed into pure confusion as Vincent and the others who had gathered with him sighed in a mixture of relief and realization, “I’ll shut up now.”“Please never do!” Vincent replied quite suddenly, bringing his hand up to his lips when he’d realized that he had blurted such a thought out, “What I mean is that your singing is very pretty, Freda.”“Vincent, you’re too kind,” Freda giggled softly, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, “Dank je.” The lady turned nervously to Theo for approval, whispering to him, “That was correct, right?”Theodorus nodded with a small smile, reaching out to ruffle Freda’s freshly brushed hair which made her squeak adorably, “Not bad, hondje. Maybe you could teach me Danish sometime. Ya know, to repay me for your Dutch lessons.”Freda nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down on the spot a little at the notion before she looked at le Comte, once again seeking approval. The pureblooded vampire smiled kindly at the maid, reaching his own hand out to gently caress her cheek, “I’d like it if you taught everyone Danish actually, my jewel.” He smirked in the direction of the other vampires before he spoke again to Freda, “Ved bare, at jeg vil være jaloux over, at jeg ikke længere vil være den eneste, der er i stand til at forstå din intime tunge.”The woman blushed deeply and nodded at le Comte, their eyes meeting and burning at the held gaze, “Jeg forstå, Comte.”Arthur rolled his eyes and huffed, crossing his arms, “Of course he speaks Danish.” -- source link
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