The New Sitter (Mythklok AU Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: The New Sitter (Mythklok AU Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG -13
Summary: Raziel takes a crack at minding the evil baby
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Notes after the jump.
"I am so grateful to you for sitting with him on such short notice." Ganesh folded away his extra arms and shrugged into a quite ridiculously expensive shirt and jacket.
"Now. You know I'd do anything for you. Even though you dumped me for a baby. You're still my favorite person." Raziel grinned and, settling the baby on one hip, flipped Ganesh's collar so the $3000 suit coat would look like he’d just thrown it on the floor.
"As I recall, you dumped me not a week later for my rich and handsome uncle." Ganesh grinned.
Sariel irritably flapped his wings. Even at this tender age, he greatly disliked banter.
"You don't even like girls," she reminded him.
"I liked you," Ganesh smiled as she fussed with a tedril of his hair. "Do I appear sufficiently tousled?"
"Like you just struggled out of bed after spending the night entangled with three supermodels."
"Instead of spending the night up being spat upon?" Ganesh kissed Sariel's silvery head. "I shall return soon, my dearest. If you would like a snack," he told Raziel, "my Auntie has baked us a fine pie. It's on the kitchen counter."
Sariel was suddenly at full attention.
Ganesh disappeared into the night.
"Wave bye-bye!" Raziel sang. But quite suddenly, there was no baby arm to wave, as there was no baby on her hip.
Auntie Sarasvati's pie sat in the middle of the kitchen counter.
A baby was beside it.
He pounced.
And ended up face-first on the counter.
He looked up. "Fukkinwidbredanbudder?" he babbled.
There was an angel girl sitting on the counter, pie on her lap.
"Sariel, no! Your daddy-boyfriend didn't want you to spoil your dinner," she scolded.
Sariel's tiny silver eyes narrowed.
Suddenly, there was an angel baby in Raziel's lap.
And the pie was up on a high shelf.
"Look, kiddo, let's get a couple things straight,” Raziel told the writhing infant. “One, I'm an angel too, so your tricks ain't gonna work. Two, I'm not a baby person, so batting the creepy eyes at me won't work either. So, you wanna behave yourself?”
The tiny angel baby scowled at her. “Twymee,” he gurgled.
“Look, why don’t we get you some din-din…” But Raziel was distracted by a noise from the next room. She scowled suspiciously at the baby, who also looked puzzled.
Raziel carried Sariel out to the living room.
There was a rather beefy man there waiting for them. He looked East Asian, and not unfamiliar with steroid hormone treatments.
“I am Lord Skanda!” he announced, crossing his brawny forearms.
“Uh-huh,” said Raziel.
“Boodsmeedimumstile,” gabbled Sariel.
“I wish an audience with my brother, Ganesha!”
“Wait, you’re Ganesh’s brother? Boy, you sorta took after the shallow end of the gene pool, huh?”
Skanda blinked, a bit taken aback that the pint-sized girl didn’t appear sufficiently intimidated by his mighty presence. He decided she must be a bit thick. “Where. Is. Ga-ne-sha?” he asked, slowly enunciating.
“Some place. The door man. Wouldn’t let your ass in,” Raziel snapped.
Skanda attempted to focus his scowl to a glower, but came up with something that made tiny Sariel giggle. “Is this his ... infant?” he asked.
“You don’t know what a baby looks like?”
Sariel flapped his tiny wings in a gleefully snotty manner.
“He appears … deformed!” Skanda commented.
“You’re one to talk.” Raziel held up Sariel. “Hey, Sariel, you wanna get to know your Unky Skanda?” Sariel raised a tiny silver eyebrow at her. Tiny downy wings fluttered.
Raziel grinned and suddenly jammed Sariel up into Skanda’s face.
“I don’t wish to know this …. Aiiiiii!” squealed Skanda, as Sariel greeted him with a giant, sticky baby smooch, complete with grubby sticky hands all over Skanda’s perfectly coiffed hair. “NOT IN THE HAIR!”
Raziel skillfully caught Sariel as Skanda abruptly disappeared.
“Huh. Well, he’s not too friendly, hmm?” Raziel asked Sariel. “That was sort of fun. C’mon,” she said, hauling him back into the kitchen, “let’s get you some din-din.” She picked up a jar of baby food. “Uhhhh. Organic wheatgrass and strained carrots?” She looked at Sariel. Both of them had wrinkled noses.
A little while later, Raziel sat in the dining room, baby Sariel sitting up on the table. “Here comes the train,” she said. Sariel opened his mouth train tunnel wide, to receive a fork full of pie. He happily smacked it down. “Now, you understand you absolutely cannot tell Ganesh about this?” Sariel happily batted his eyes and fluttered his wings. Raziel took a forkful for herself. “That is damn good pie.” Sariel puffed his chubby cheeks and flapped. “Hey, wait your turn. OK. Here comes the train!”
"Hooeyloowis," gabbled Sariel.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG -13
Summary: Raziel takes a crack at minding the evil baby
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Notes after the jump.
"I am so grateful to you for sitting with him on such short notice." Ganesh folded away his extra arms and shrugged into a quite ridiculously expensive shirt and jacket.
"Now. You know I'd do anything for you. Even though you dumped me for a baby. You're still my favorite person." Raziel grinned and, settling the baby on one hip, flipped Ganesh's collar so the $3000 suit coat would look like he’d just thrown it on the floor.
"As I recall, you dumped me not a week later for my rich and handsome uncle." Ganesh grinned.
Sariel irritably flapped his wings. Even at this tender age, he greatly disliked banter.
"You don't even like girls," she reminded him.
"I liked you," Ganesh smiled as she fussed with a tedril of his hair. "Do I appear sufficiently tousled?"
"Like you just struggled out of bed after spending the night entangled with three supermodels."
"Instead of spending the night up being spat upon?" Ganesh kissed Sariel's silvery head. "I shall return soon, my dearest. If you would like a snack," he told Raziel, "my Auntie has baked us a fine pie. It's on the kitchen counter."
Sariel was suddenly at full attention.
Ganesh disappeared into the night.
"Wave bye-bye!" Raziel sang. But quite suddenly, there was no baby arm to wave, as there was no baby on her hip.
Auntie Sarasvati's pie sat in the middle of the kitchen counter.
A baby was beside it.
He pounced.
And ended up face-first on the counter.
He looked up. "Fukkinwidbredanbudder?" he babbled.
There was an angel girl sitting on the counter, pie on her lap.
"Sariel, no! Your daddy-boyfriend didn't want you to spoil your dinner," she scolded.
Sariel's tiny silver eyes narrowed.
Suddenly, there was an angel baby in Raziel's lap.
And the pie was up on a high shelf.
"Look, kiddo, let's get a couple things straight,” Raziel told the writhing infant. “One, I'm an angel too, so your tricks ain't gonna work. Two, I'm not a baby person, so batting the creepy eyes at me won't work either. So, you wanna behave yourself?”
The tiny angel baby scowled at her. “Twymee,” he gurgled.
“Look, why don’t we get you some din-din…” But Raziel was distracted by a noise from the next room. She scowled suspiciously at the baby, who also looked puzzled.
Raziel carried Sariel out to the living room.
There was a rather beefy man there waiting for them. He looked East Asian, and not unfamiliar with steroid hormone treatments.
“I am Lord Skanda!” he announced, crossing his brawny forearms.
“Uh-huh,” said Raziel.
“Boodsmeedimumstile,” gabbled Sariel.
“I wish an audience with my brother, Ganesha!”
“Wait, you’re Ganesh’s brother? Boy, you sorta took after the shallow end of the gene pool, huh?”
Skanda blinked, a bit taken aback that the pint-sized girl didn’t appear sufficiently intimidated by his mighty presence. He decided she must be a bit thick. “Where. Is. Ga-ne-sha?” he asked, slowly enunciating.
“Some place. The door man. Wouldn’t let your ass in,” Raziel snapped.
Skanda attempted to focus his scowl to a glower, but came up with something that made tiny Sariel giggle. “Is this his ... infant?” he asked.
“You don’t know what a baby looks like?”
Sariel flapped his tiny wings in a gleefully snotty manner.
“He appears … deformed!” Skanda commented.
“You’re one to talk.” Raziel held up Sariel. “Hey, Sariel, you wanna get to know your Unky Skanda?” Sariel raised a tiny silver eyebrow at her. Tiny downy wings fluttered.
Raziel grinned and suddenly jammed Sariel up into Skanda’s face.
“I don’t wish to know this …. Aiiiiii!” squealed Skanda, as Sariel greeted him with a giant, sticky baby smooch, complete with grubby sticky hands all over Skanda’s perfectly coiffed hair. “NOT IN THE HAIR!”
Raziel skillfully caught Sariel as Skanda abruptly disappeared.
“Huh. Well, he’s not too friendly, hmm?” Raziel asked Sariel. “That was sort of fun. C’mon,” she said, hauling him back into the kitchen, “let’s get you some din-din.” She picked up a jar of baby food. “Uhhhh. Organic wheatgrass and strained carrots?” She looked at Sariel. Both of them had wrinkled noses.
A little while later, Raziel sat in the dining room, baby Sariel sitting up on the table. “Here comes the train,” she said. Sariel opened his mouth train tunnel wide, to receive a fork full of pie. He happily smacked it down. “Now, you understand you absolutely cannot tell Ganesh about this?” Sariel happily batted his eyes and fluttered his wings. Raziel took a forkful for herself. “That is damn good pie.” Sariel puffed his chubby cheeks and flapped. “Hey, wait your turn. OK. Here comes the train!”
"Hooeyloowis," gabbled Sariel.
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Date: 2011-03-25 10:26 pm (UTC)Baby as a weapon- good idea.
"Hooeyloowis," gabbled Sariel. Hewey Lewis fan?
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Date: 2011-03-25 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 10:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 10:40 pm (UTC)We have inbred barn cats at work, and everybody gave me shit for saying "She's following me around like 'Make Uncle Daddy stop raping me'." Also for calling it "kitty porn", which sounds a lot worse when you're hearing it instead of reading it.
I'm a bit of a terrible person.
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Date: 2011-03-25 10:35 pm (UTC)You remember the DVD extra that's just Charles talking on the phone for 20 minutes? "You'll fall in love with pie."
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Date: 2011-03-25 10:32 pm (UTC)Ya know, I've got about the same diet as Ganesh, and I wrinkled my nose at the wheatgrass and carrots, too. And then I thought about getting a brownie. NOM.
I love these little side bits far too much. :) And I'm randy today, so I'm picturing Ganesh's place the week after Sariel turns 18. That? Is gonna be a sight.
And I want Raziel for my babysitter. Oh, and Auntie Sarasvati's Special Gluten-Free Rhubarb-and-Sour-Cherry Pie. And now I'm hungry.
*is going to be quoting Baby Sariel for DAYS*
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Date: 2011-03-25 10:40 pm (UTC)I sort of wrote a bit of this. And it actually turned out a sort of sweet. I might post it.
I'm wondering if AU Sariel might pick up a slight British accent. Because Ganesh has one. And I find them increibly sexy.
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Date: 2011-03-26 12:28 am (UTC)Sariel was suddenly at full attention.
It's a Pavlovian response now, isn't it?
“I don’t wish to know this …. Aiiiiii!” squealed Skanda, as Sariel greeted him with a giant, sticky baby smooch, complete with grubby sticky hands all over Skanda’s perfectly coiffed hair. “NOT IN THE HAIR!”
Well, at least we know Ganesh's hair obsession is genetic.
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Date: 2011-03-26 12:42 am (UTC)Hee. Though I see Ganesh as somebody who spends hours trying to look perfectly tousled and Skanda as someone who spends hours trying to make it look "perfect."
We have a friend who took a blow dryer when he went with my husband on a trip to the Sahara desert. That's Skanda.
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Date: 2011-03-26 10:12 pm (UTC)The tiny angel baby scowled at her. “Twymee,” he gurgled.
XD... Damnit, I officially want a talking baby Sariel doll. Complete with catch phrases. :D
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Date: 2011-03-26 10:49 pm (UTC)