Tusk (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Tusk (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Regarding elephants
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, smoking.
Notes: Either a postscript to the last stuff or a prequel to the next stuff. Or maybe nothing at all.
The next proper chapter is coming probably tomorrow or Thursday.
Shri Ganesha, Lord of Hosts, Remover of Obstacles, and Acting Lord of Destruction sat in the twilight out on the patio in his back yard, irritably smoking and examining his head.
It had a broken tusk.
His lover alit on the back of the bench, perching there for a long moment, regarding Lord Ganesh with curious silvery eyes.
"I thought they were all smashed," Sariel commented.
"The tusk was broken," Lord Ganesh said, holding up the once fine elephant head with two of his hands and the bit of tusk in another hand for the angel to examine. "It is otherwise intact."
"So. You gonna wear it again?"
"Hm? No. Alas I feel it is too great a risk. I shall need to readjust my magic." He carefully sat the head down on the bench beside him, meanwhile flicking ashes from the cigarette with yet another hand. "Do you feel well enough to gad about in True Form, jaanu?"
"You did tell me to take in the fresh air. So you could sneak a smoke I guess?"
"I meant for you to read a bit more of that horrid novel on the patio. Not to parade around half naked in the mountain air."
"The cold never bothers me much in this Form," Sariel explained, ruffling his wings.
"Are you quite ready to come inside?"
"You wanna wrap me up in a buncha quilts and force feed me soup?"
"Yes, that is precisely my intent," answered Lord Ganesh, twisting up his legs into the lotus position as if he were meditating over the golden tusk still clutched in one hand.
"Would you at least let me have a puff?"
Lord Ganesh took an especially extravagant drag on his beedi and exhaled. "No," he answered.
"Asshole."
"My tusk is broken," Ganesh protested, waving the broken tusk.
"You don't have Superglue in fucking India?"
"You are telling me to Superglue my head? My fine elephant head which represents my godly aspects!"
Sariel only smiled in response, looking quite snotty and silvery.
"Hmpf," said Lord Ganesh.
They were silent for a moment.
"Actually," Sariel admitted, "maybe I'm getting a little chilly out here."
Gamesh unfolded his legs and stood, shrugging out of his jacket. Sariel had hopped off the back of the bench and Court Formed, so Ganesh carefully wrapped his jacket around the angel's shoulders. Then, scooping up the broken head in a pair of hands, he draped another arm around the angel and started to walk towards the house.
"Sorry. About the head," Sariel told him. "It looks kinda cool with the tusk broken like that."
"Do you think so?"
"Uh-huh" said Sariel, who appeared to be considering. "Ya know, I kinda miss the elephant heads."
"Do not worry. We will soon get it sorted."
"Yeah?"
"Perhaps I shall contact my childhood orthodontist." Ganesh smiled.
"Liquid Nails!"
"Liquid Nails?"
"It works on wooden shingles! It's bound to work on ivory and godly aspects!"
And they disappeared inside.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Regarding elephants
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, smoking.
Notes: Either a postscript to the last stuff or a prequel to the next stuff. Or maybe nothing at all.
The next proper chapter is coming probably tomorrow or Thursday.
Shri Ganesha, Lord of Hosts, Remover of Obstacles, and Acting Lord of Destruction sat in the twilight out on the patio in his back yard, irritably smoking and examining his head.
It had a broken tusk.
His lover alit on the back of the bench, perching there for a long moment, regarding Lord Ganesh with curious silvery eyes.
"I thought they were all smashed," Sariel commented.
"The tusk was broken," Lord Ganesh said, holding up the once fine elephant head with two of his hands and the bit of tusk in another hand for the angel to examine. "It is otherwise intact."
"So. You gonna wear it again?"
"Hm? No. Alas I feel it is too great a risk. I shall need to readjust my magic." He carefully sat the head down on the bench beside him, meanwhile flicking ashes from the cigarette with yet another hand. "Do you feel well enough to gad about in True Form, jaanu?"
"You did tell me to take in the fresh air. So you could sneak a smoke I guess?"
"I meant for you to read a bit more of that horrid novel on the patio. Not to parade around half naked in the mountain air."
"The cold never bothers me much in this Form," Sariel explained, ruffling his wings.
"Are you quite ready to come inside?"
"You wanna wrap me up in a buncha quilts and force feed me soup?"
"Yes, that is precisely my intent," answered Lord Ganesh, twisting up his legs into the lotus position as if he were meditating over the golden tusk still clutched in one hand.
"Would you at least let me have a puff?"
Lord Ganesh took an especially extravagant drag on his beedi and exhaled. "No," he answered.
"Asshole."
"My tusk is broken," Ganesh protested, waving the broken tusk.
"You don't have Superglue in fucking India?"
"You are telling me to Superglue my head? My fine elephant head which represents my godly aspects!"
Sariel only smiled in response, looking quite snotty and silvery.
"Hmpf," said Lord Ganesh.
They were silent for a moment.
"Actually," Sariel admitted, "maybe I'm getting a little chilly out here."
Gamesh unfolded his legs and stood, shrugging out of his jacket. Sariel had hopped off the back of the bench and Court Formed, so Ganesh carefully wrapped his jacket around the angel's shoulders. Then, scooping up the broken head in a pair of hands, he draped another arm around the angel and started to walk towards the house.
"Sorry. About the head," Sariel told him. "It looks kinda cool with the tusk broken like that."
"Do you think so?"
"Uh-huh" said Sariel, who appeared to be considering. "Ya know, I kinda miss the elephant heads."
"Do not worry. We will soon get it sorted."
"Yeah?"
"Perhaps I shall contact my childhood orthodontist." Ganesh smiled.
"Liquid Nails!"
"Liquid Nails?"
"It works on wooden shingles! It's bound to work on ivory and godly aspects!"
And they disappeared inside.
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Date: 2011-01-26 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-26 06:08 am (UTC)"Aaaaahhhhhh...."
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Date: 2011-01-26 06:20 am (UTC)Though he'd probably work for Scotch and cigars.
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Date: 2011-01-26 06:33 am (UTC)"Who gives a shit about the fucking network?"