3.14159 (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: 3.14159 (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greed and its consequences
Warnings: AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Kind of started off as a typically weird comment to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wikdsushi, who I hope is feeling better.
3.14159 (Mythklok Interstitial)
Sariel occasionally received packages at Ganesh's residence. He'd had his Netflix directed there for some time, so the boys could no longer intercept it and substitute his disks for cheesy porn movies (although they had rather enjoyed Schindler's Fist).
He recognized the handwriting on the parcel immediately. It was for Ganesha - spelled in neat Hindi - and Sariel - written out in English, in a loopy cursive writing. The I in his name had been dotted with a tiny heart.
He ripped open the package, not waiting for Ganesh, as Auntie Sarasvati's gifts were inevitably perishable, after all, and he did not want anything untoward to happen to the contents. He tore off the waxed paper and grinned, drinking in the intoxicating smell. Dutch apple pie. And, like any good magical being - and Ganesh's family were rather keen users of magic - she had put some enchantments on it to keep it fresh out of the oven warm.
He decided therefore that tasting a slice before the heating spell wore off was in order. After all, it was meant to be enjoyed hot. And no one constructed a crust quite like Auntie Sarasvati, so flakey and delicate. It was like the pastry was not even food, but rather part of his very being.
He scowled curiously at the empty plate. How ever had this happened? Well, he reasoned, he must have cut just a tiny slice. He would do his favorite Auntie justice this time, and add just the barest scoop of vanilla ice cream from Ganesh's freezer. The flavors mixed so subtly, and the interplay of cold and warm temperatures was thrilling.
Gaesh's silver spoon clinked on Ganesh's metal plate. Nothing but soggy crumbs and melted ice cream. Sariel sent an index finger around the rim of the plate, gathering ip the traces, and put it to his mouth, where a stubborn glob of crust crumbs clung just on the corner.
Just one more minuscule slice, he thought.....
"My tummy hurts!"
"Yes, I reckon that it does!"
"You're supposed to be sympathetic! You're my boyfriend."
"I shall not! You have done this to yourself!"
"You're a doctor! You should help me!"
"Sariel, you have simple dyspepsia due to gorging yourself!!"
"Owww! My tummy!"
Ganesh sat stubbornly on the couch in the living room, donning his reading glasses, and vowing to ignore Sariel's caterwauling from the other room. "Perhaps next time you will learn not to consume an entire pie at one sitting!" he snorted.
"What's going on? Is somebody dying? Or are cats mating?" asked Raziel, who had just appeared in Ganesh's living room.
"Hello Lady Raziel," Ganesh grumbled.
"It's my tummy! I'm dyyyyyyying!" Sariel wailed from the other room.
"Sariel, no patient yet has ever died of indigestion!" Gamesh scolded.
"Maybe I'll be the first!"
"Pie?" inquired Raziel.
"Yes. An entire pie. From Auntie Sarasvati!" Ganesh thundered.
"I didn't want her to think I was pining away," Sariel protested.
"You needn't have consumed the entire thing yourself! You are a greedy, greedy angel, and this is fair punishment!"
"I'm only half angel!"
"You are a greedy half angel! And, the other half is greedy too!"
"Not safe to leave Sariel alone with a pie," Raziel told Ganesh.
"He took it all for himself! She's my Auntie Sarasvati too!" Ganesh huffed.
"But I'm her favorite," Sariel called.
"Just like Skanda used to do," Ganesh pouted.
"Awwww," Raziel tutted, sitting down beside him and parting him solicitously on the arm. "It's OK. We could have Jean-Pierre make you another nice pie."
"You realize Jean-Pierre is MY cook, Raziel," Sariel called from the other room.
"It won't be Auntie Sarasvati's pie!" Ganesh protested. "No one bakes a pie like Auntie Sarasvati."
"I'm going to die! My tummy is going to kill me!"
"He ate it all! We were supposed to share! And now I have to listen to him whine about it," Ganesh concluded, hooking a finger towards the other room.
"I'll show you what to do," Raziel whispered. She grinned and rose. "OH, LOOK, GANESHA, HERE IS A PACKAGE FOR YOU," she thundered, picking up a parcel from the coffee table.
"Oh? Who is it from?" Ganesh asked.
"WHY, IT IS FROM AUNTIE SARASVATI. IT SAYS, DEAR JAANU, I HOPE YOU ARE NOT PINING AWAY. LOVE AND X'S, YOUR AUNTIE SARASVATI."
"Love and X's?" called Sariel.
"I think she means kisses," Raziel explained.
"What's in it?" Sariel called.
"OH, LOOK, GANESH, SHE HAS SENT ANOTHER PIE!"
"Where?" asked Sariel, who was quite suddenly in the living room, hanging over Raziel's shoulder.
Sensing the deception, Sariel looked over at Ganesh, who was now also standing, arms crossed, look of fury on his face.
"Oops," said Sariel.
"You faker! You faking faker!" Ganesh scolded.
"Don't poke me in the tummy. Please!"
"Oh, I will poke you in the tummy! I will poke you many places," Ganesh vowed.
"Hey," commented Lady Raziel, opening the parcel, "this package is actually your Vogue Italia. Can I borrow it?"
"What no! Wait!" Ganesh wailed, snatching the fashion magazine from Raziel's grasp.
"Hey, what happened to sharing?" she grumbled.
"I have made it my new policy to not share with greedy greedy angels!" Ganesh declared.
"Boy, you're in a mood," burped Sariel.
"And no pie or couture for you either!" Ganesh was now shouting at Pickles, who had just appeared in the living room.
"Dood, I don't need yer pie. I jest came up t' deliver dis one from Jean-Pierre," Pickles explained, holding up a divine-smelling huckleberry pie. Jean-Pierre knew to include blueberries in the filling, to make it sweeter.
"Piiiiiiie," muttered Sariel, transfixed.
"Hey, I'm eating for three!" Raziel protested.
"No!" declared Ganesh, snatching up the pie. "I am going to the other room, where I will devour this ALL BY MYSELF," he said, holding the pie up out of any angelic reach, "whilst browsing my fashion magazine!" he concluded, doing similar with his Vogue.
The angels looked up, eyes wide as Keane children.
"Gannish dood," Pickles mused, "is dat a good idea?"
"Why the hell not?"
"Wul, if yoo eat all da pie yerself, won't yer ass be too fat t' fit in da clothes in da magazine?"
Ganesh started to speak, but then stopped.
He scowled.
He brought down the pie and Vogue and looked at them. He sighed. "You are right. All right. Then let us all go to the kitchen. We will each have A SINGLE SLICE of pie," he said, glaring at an already drooling Sariel, "and maybe a bit of ice cream."
"Uhhhhhhh," said Sariel as they departed for the kitchen.
"Yes?"
"You're actually getting a bit low on the ice cream."
"SARIEL!"
"Like, out."
"Do I get three slices? I'm eating for three!"
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greed and its consequences
Warnings: AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Kind of started off as a typically weird comment to
wikdsushi, who I hope is feeling better.3.14159 (Mythklok Interstitial)
Sariel occasionally received packages at Ganesh's residence. He'd had his Netflix directed there for some time, so the boys could no longer intercept it and substitute his disks for cheesy porn movies (although they had rather enjoyed Schindler's Fist).
He recognized the handwriting on the parcel immediately. It was for Ganesha - spelled in neat Hindi - and Sariel - written out in English, in a loopy cursive writing. The I in his name had been dotted with a tiny heart.
He ripped open the package, not waiting for Ganesh, as Auntie Sarasvati's gifts were inevitably perishable, after all, and he did not want anything untoward to happen to the contents. He tore off the waxed paper and grinned, drinking in the intoxicating smell. Dutch apple pie. And, like any good magical being - and Ganesh's family were rather keen users of magic - she had put some enchantments on it to keep it fresh out of the oven warm.
He decided therefore that tasting a slice before the heating spell wore off was in order. After all, it was meant to be enjoyed hot. And no one constructed a crust quite like Auntie Sarasvati, so flakey and delicate. It was like the pastry was not even food, but rather part of his very being.
He scowled curiously at the empty plate. How ever had this happened? Well, he reasoned, he must have cut just a tiny slice. He would do his favorite Auntie justice this time, and add just the barest scoop of vanilla ice cream from Ganesh's freezer. The flavors mixed so subtly, and the interplay of cold and warm temperatures was thrilling.
Gaesh's silver spoon clinked on Ganesh's metal plate. Nothing but soggy crumbs and melted ice cream. Sariel sent an index finger around the rim of the plate, gathering ip the traces, and put it to his mouth, where a stubborn glob of crust crumbs clung just on the corner.
Just one more minuscule slice, he thought.....
"My tummy hurts!"
"Yes, I reckon that it does!"
"You're supposed to be sympathetic! You're my boyfriend."
"I shall not! You have done this to yourself!"
"You're a doctor! You should help me!"
"Sariel, you have simple dyspepsia due to gorging yourself!!"
"Owww! My tummy!"
Ganesh sat stubbornly on the couch in the living room, donning his reading glasses, and vowing to ignore Sariel's caterwauling from the other room. "Perhaps next time you will learn not to consume an entire pie at one sitting!" he snorted.
"What's going on? Is somebody dying? Or are cats mating?" asked Raziel, who had just appeared in Ganesh's living room.
"Hello Lady Raziel," Ganesh grumbled.
"It's my tummy! I'm dyyyyyyying!" Sariel wailed from the other room.
"Sariel, no patient yet has ever died of indigestion!" Gamesh scolded.
"Maybe I'll be the first!"
"Pie?" inquired Raziel.
"Yes. An entire pie. From Auntie Sarasvati!" Ganesh thundered.
"I didn't want her to think I was pining away," Sariel protested.
"You needn't have consumed the entire thing yourself! You are a greedy, greedy angel, and this is fair punishment!"
"I'm only half angel!"
"You are a greedy half angel! And, the other half is greedy too!"
"Not safe to leave Sariel alone with a pie," Raziel told Ganesh.
"He took it all for himself! She's my Auntie Sarasvati too!" Ganesh huffed.
"But I'm her favorite," Sariel called.
"Just like Skanda used to do," Ganesh pouted.
"Awwww," Raziel tutted, sitting down beside him and parting him solicitously on the arm. "It's OK. We could have Jean-Pierre make you another nice pie."
"You realize Jean-Pierre is MY cook, Raziel," Sariel called from the other room.
"It won't be Auntie Sarasvati's pie!" Ganesh protested. "No one bakes a pie like Auntie Sarasvati."
"I'm going to die! My tummy is going to kill me!"
"He ate it all! We were supposed to share! And now I have to listen to him whine about it," Ganesh concluded, hooking a finger towards the other room.
"I'll show you what to do," Raziel whispered. She grinned and rose. "OH, LOOK, GANESHA, HERE IS A PACKAGE FOR YOU," she thundered, picking up a parcel from the coffee table.
"Oh? Who is it from?" Ganesh asked.
"WHY, IT IS FROM AUNTIE SARASVATI. IT SAYS, DEAR JAANU, I HOPE YOU ARE NOT PINING AWAY. LOVE AND X'S, YOUR AUNTIE SARASVATI."
"Love and X's?" called Sariel.
"I think she means kisses," Raziel explained.
"What's in it?" Sariel called.
"OH, LOOK, GANESH, SHE HAS SENT ANOTHER PIE!"
"Where?" asked Sariel, who was quite suddenly in the living room, hanging over Raziel's shoulder.
Sensing the deception, Sariel looked over at Ganesh, who was now also standing, arms crossed, look of fury on his face.
"Oops," said Sariel.
"You faker! You faking faker!" Ganesh scolded.
"Don't poke me in the tummy. Please!"
"Oh, I will poke you in the tummy! I will poke you many places," Ganesh vowed.
"Hey," commented Lady Raziel, opening the parcel, "this package is actually your Vogue Italia. Can I borrow it?"
"What no! Wait!" Ganesh wailed, snatching the fashion magazine from Raziel's grasp.
"Hey, what happened to sharing?" she grumbled.
"I have made it my new policy to not share with greedy greedy angels!" Ganesh declared.
"Boy, you're in a mood," burped Sariel.
"And no pie or couture for you either!" Ganesh was now shouting at Pickles, who had just appeared in the living room.
"Dood, I don't need yer pie. I jest came up t' deliver dis one from Jean-Pierre," Pickles explained, holding up a divine-smelling huckleberry pie. Jean-Pierre knew to include blueberries in the filling, to make it sweeter.
"Piiiiiiie," muttered Sariel, transfixed.
"Hey, I'm eating for three!" Raziel protested.
"No!" declared Ganesh, snatching up the pie. "I am going to the other room, where I will devour this ALL BY MYSELF," he said, holding the pie up out of any angelic reach, "whilst browsing my fashion magazine!" he concluded, doing similar with his Vogue.
The angels looked up, eyes wide as Keane children.
"Gannish dood," Pickles mused, "is dat a good idea?"
"Why the hell not?"
"Wul, if yoo eat all da pie yerself, won't yer ass be too fat t' fit in da clothes in da magazine?"
Ganesh started to speak, but then stopped.
He scowled.
He brought down the pie and Vogue and looked at them. He sighed. "You are right. All right. Then let us all go to the kitchen. We will each have A SINGLE SLICE of pie," he said, glaring at an already drooling Sariel, "and maybe a bit of ice cream."
"Uhhhhhhh," said Sariel as they departed for the kitchen.
"Yes?"
"You're actually getting a bit low on the ice cream."
"SARIEL!"
"Like, out."
"Do I get three slices? I'm eating for three!"
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Date: 2011-03-03 01:21 am (UTC)Darn, I wish I had more space in my kitchen, I'd totally make a pie right now.
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Date: 2011-03-03 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-03 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-03 08:32 am (UTC)Could you make a pie for a poor, sick, mortal American? Rhubarb would be nice, especially if you add a little cardamom to the filling. I'm vegetarian, just like Ganesha, so you can give any steaks you might otherwise send my way to Sariel.
Also, if you could tell Ganesh to get his ass over here and fix me, that would be AWESOME. (Tell him he's got his work cut out for him.)
Love,
Sushi
***
Dear Sariel,
You are a greedy, greedy angel, and you're not allowed near my bread pudding.
Ganesh and Raziel can have some, though. Especially Raziel, as she's eating for three.
Love,
Me
***
Dear Ganesh,
Uh. So, uh. Where can I get a copy of Schindler's Fist? And did you and Sariel ever send back the porn DVD's to Netflix?
That said, when you get me here to fix me, I am SO feeding your skinny divine ass.
Love,
Auntie Sushi (I mean it)
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Date: 2011-03-03 05:54 pm (UTC)