||[Oct. 10th, 2005|07:05 pm]
Sunshine. That must be the problem. Major Klaus Von dem Eberbach glared at the patch of said yellow light on his desk, making the papers on his desk blindingly bright.
It was spring. The air was crisp and clean as air in Bonn could be, the hot days of summer just a mere thought in the future. Things were green, and everyone was cheerful, especially Mrs. Eberbach, who was in a flurry about the spring festival to be held several weeks hence on the Manor grounds. Klaus was frantically planning a very important engagement for that day.
He stalked across to the window to close the curtains but somehow ended up with his hands on the windowsill, looking out at the long fir-lined driveway below.
All of these things, from spring to parties, trivial things that usually angered him were now disturbingly and annoyingly pleasant distractions. Distractions that he associated with a certain idiotic theif.
No doubt he was enjoying himself terribly on a day like this.
Klaus was suddenly plagued by a vision of Dorian surrounded by forest animals and couldn't decide whether to laugh or choke.
Turning back to his papers, still mostly a blinding white, save for the shadow he cast across the desk, he sighed in a very uncharacteristic manner.
"I'll be going out today." Klaus's voice had a slightly defeated undertone as he walked out into the spring sunshine.
Had Herr Hanselmann not had decades of practice at keeping his face expressionless he might have been tempted to laugh.