3 am (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: 3 am (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Late night encounters in True Form
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: I was reading this when I this story came. Not 100% related, but not a bad article.
Sariel heard the scream and looked up from his slice of Key lime.
Then he looked around his slice of Key lime, so to see the figure of the girl, prostrate and trembling on the floor of one of Mordhaus's dark corridors.
"Uh, hi?" Sariel ventured, forking some delicious pie.
The girl muttered something.
"Uh, sorry, say again?"
"O terrible angel!" she said, looking up, eyes wet with glistening tears.
"Uh, you can call me Charles. If you want," he told her, gently rustling his wings. He thought he may have spilled some Graham cracker crust in the feathers, and they were a little itchy.
"O terrible angel! Hear my confession!" she pleaded, wringing her hands dramatically.
"Well, I'm not really with the company any more. We sort of had ... a parting of the ways. It was in all the papers. You not a Wall Street Journal reader I take it?"
"I am a sinner!" she protested.
Sariel heaved some pie onto his mouth. "Uh, let me use my magical angel powers and guess. You just slept with a member of Dethklok?"
"Who's SLEEPING WITH US?"
"Nathan. Is this one of yours?"
"Hey, is that good pie?"
"It is especially delicious pie." Sariel pointed a fork towards the cowering girl. "Does this one belong to you."
"Uhhhhhhh," said Nathan, concentrating fiercely. "I don't recognize the face. I might recognize THE ASS!"
"Uh, well, that's probably not going to be practical. She wants to confess something."
"This is gonna happen if you keep running around eating pie with your wings out like that!" Nathan lectured.
"Wings out! I'm not the one who lost a groupie!" Sariel replied snappishly.
"Oh, this is where you've gotten to, jaanu?" yawned Ganesh, scratching his head with his hands and hands and hands and hands.
"IT'S A DEMON! BEGONE, DEMON," shrieked the girl.
"Naw, just my boyfriend," Sariel reassured her.
"Oh, he's not the demon, HE'S the demon," Nathan explained, pointing to Sariel.
“Nathan, how many times to I need to explain that I am not part demon?”
“Not even a little bit?”
“Not even a little bit!”
“Neither am I a demon,” Ganesh patiently explained. “I am a god of the Hindu pantheon.”
“You’re a pagan?” the girl asked.
Ganesh sighed, crossing his many arms. “Yes, I am a pagan god, as are ALL THE OTHER GODS of my pantheon. We regard monotheism as a bit small-minded,” he huffed.
“Cool it with the monotheism lecture,” Sariel told him, tugging up his pajamas. “She might be a Deth merch buyer.”
“Charles, are you gonna buy your own goddam pajamas? Nobody wants to SEE YOUR ASS!” Nathan blustered.
“I have tried and tried and tried and tried to tell him!” Ganesh huffed, gesturing with another arm for each “tried.”
“You should BEGONE, HELLSPAWN!” the girl squealed at Ganesh.
“Well, I do have to nip out for a bit and check on the babe,” Ganesh admitted, pulling out the baby monitor from his robe pocket. “I shall return anon.”
“What the fuck is A NON?” asked Nathan.
“I dunno. What’s a trice?” asked Sariel. “Hey, did you know?” he asked the girl.
“Did I know what?”
“What’s the difference between a non and a trice?” Sariel asked, licking up graham cracker crust crumbs from the plate.
“Yeah, that’s a GOOD QUESTION!” Nathan agreed.
“Tsk, we’re being fussy,” Ganesh said as he returned. He was gently patting Elias’s little back with many hands.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT KID?” the girl howled, regarding the fluttering little silver-black wings.
“He just needs to burp, I think,” Ganesh told her.
“That’s…. That’s…. That’s actually not how you burp a baby,” the girl huffed. Ganesh handed over Elias. The girl gave him two quick pats, and produced a quite satisfying (as well as surprisingly loud) belch. Elias flapped his little wings gratefully.
“How did you get a baby, anyway?” the girl asked, handing Elias back over to Ganesh.
“It is our child,” Ganesh told her.
“They let you have a kid?” the girl demanded.
“Who are ‘they,’ exactly?” asked Ganesh.
“You just sucked off a member of Dethklok, and you’re getting snotty about my kid?” Sariel grumbled.
“WHY SHOULDN’T THEY HAVE A KID?” Nathan thundered. “He’s an asshole who wears FUCKING BAGGY PAJAMAS THAT DON’T COVER HIS ASS, but they’re good dudes they love their weird ass baby and Ganesh makes AWESOME MARTINIS.”
“Thank you, Nathan,” said Sariel.
“Speaking of martinis, the young lady, looks a bit fraught. Perhaps we could retire for a quick drink?” Ganesh suggested.
“Uh, I’m not actually old enough to….” the girl started. She stopped short. Three pairs of eyes were now glaring at her.
“OK, terrible angel needs a confession, NOW!” Sariel shouted. “How old are you? When is your birthday?”
“Uh….”
“1975 dear?” supplied Ganesh.
“Yeah! Uh. I mean, no….”
“FAIL!” Sariel said. “How the fuck did you get in here? Who were you with?”
“I. Uh. Sort of snuck in?”
“Where ams I goings to sleeps?” Toki wailed.
“My suggestion?" Sariel told him. "Go to Skwisgaar’s room. They’ll never notice.”
“Come out to the STRIP CLUB with me, kid!” Nathan urged. “The NIGHT IS YOUNG! And these guys have gotten BORING!” he finished, indicating Sariel and Ganesh. He put an arm around the young guitarists neck and led him off.
“You are out of here FIRST THING tomorrow morning, young lady!” Ganesh scolded, tucking the girl into Toki’s bed.
“OK,” she said meekly. “Uh….”
“What?” Sariel asked, hefting Elias on a hip.
“Could I say goodnight? To the kid?”
Sariel looked skeptical, but Ganesh plucked Elias from his arms and held him to the girl. “We call him Boon,” he told her.
“Good night, Boon,” she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead. He merrily flapped his little wings.
“Sweet dreams,” said Ganesh, turning off the light.
“And keep buying Deth merch!” Sariel supplied, shutting the door.
“Tsk. You’re really impossible, you,” Ganesh told him.
“Can I still have a martini?” Sariel asked.
“Is there any of that pie left?
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Late night encounters in True Form
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: I was reading this when I this story came. Not 100% related, but not a bad article.
Sariel heard the scream and looked up from his slice of Key lime.
Then he looked around his slice of Key lime, so to see the figure of the girl, prostrate and trembling on the floor of one of Mordhaus's dark corridors.
"Uh, hi?" Sariel ventured, forking some delicious pie.
The girl muttered something.
"Uh, sorry, say again?"
"O terrible angel!" she said, looking up, eyes wet with glistening tears.
"Uh, you can call me Charles. If you want," he told her, gently rustling his wings. He thought he may have spilled some Graham cracker crust in the feathers, and they were a little itchy.
"O terrible angel! Hear my confession!" she pleaded, wringing her hands dramatically.
"Well, I'm not really with the company any more. We sort of had ... a parting of the ways. It was in all the papers. You not a Wall Street Journal reader I take it?"
"I am a sinner!" she protested.
Sariel heaved some pie onto his mouth. "Uh, let me use my magical angel powers and guess. You just slept with a member of Dethklok?"
"Who's SLEEPING WITH US?"
"Nathan. Is this one of yours?"
"Hey, is that good pie?"
"It is especially delicious pie." Sariel pointed a fork towards the cowering girl. "Does this one belong to you."
"Uhhhhhhh," said Nathan, concentrating fiercely. "I don't recognize the face. I might recognize THE ASS!"
"Uh, well, that's probably not going to be practical. She wants to confess something."
"This is gonna happen if you keep running around eating pie with your wings out like that!" Nathan lectured.
"Wings out! I'm not the one who lost a groupie!" Sariel replied snappishly.
"Oh, this is where you've gotten to, jaanu?" yawned Ganesh, scratching his head with his hands and hands and hands and hands.
"IT'S A DEMON! BEGONE, DEMON," shrieked the girl.
"Naw, just my boyfriend," Sariel reassured her.
"Oh, he's not the demon, HE'S the demon," Nathan explained, pointing to Sariel.
“Nathan, how many times to I need to explain that I am not part demon?”
“Not even a little bit?”
“Not even a little bit!”
“Neither am I a demon,” Ganesh patiently explained. “I am a god of the Hindu pantheon.”
“You’re a pagan?” the girl asked.
Ganesh sighed, crossing his many arms. “Yes, I am a pagan god, as are ALL THE OTHER GODS of my pantheon. We regard monotheism as a bit small-minded,” he huffed.
“Cool it with the monotheism lecture,” Sariel told him, tugging up his pajamas. “She might be a Deth merch buyer.”
“Charles, are you gonna buy your own goddam pajamas? Nobody wants to SEE YOUR ASS!” Nathan blustered.
“I have tried and tried and tried and tried to tell him!” Ganesh huffed, gesturing with another arm for each “tried.”
“You should BEGONE, HELLSPAWN!” the girl squealed at Ganesh.
“Well, I do have to nip out for a bit and check on the babe,” Ganesh admitted, pulling out the baby monitor from his robe pocket. “I shall return anon.”
“What the fuck is A NON?” asked Nathan.
“I dunno. What’s a trice?” asked Sariel. “Hey, did you know?” he asked the girl.
“Did I know what?”
“What’s the difference between a non and a trice?” Sariel asked, licking up graham cracker crust crumbs from the plate.
“Yeah, that’s a GOOD QUESTION!” Nathan agreed.
“Tsk, we’re being fussy,” Ganesh said as he returned. He was gently patting Elias’s little back with many hands.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT KID?” the girl howled, regarding the fluttering little silver-black wings.
“He just needs to burp, I think,” Ganesh told her.
“That’s…. That’s…. That’s actually not how you burp a baby,” the girl huffed. Ganesh handed over Elias. The girl gave him two quick pats, and produced a quite satisfying (as well as surprisingly loud) belch. Elias flapped his little wings gratefully.
“How did you get a baby, anyway?” the girl asked, handing Elias back over to Ganesh.
“It is our child,” Ganesh told her.
“They let you have a kid?” the girl demanded.
“Who are ‘they,’ exactly?” asked Ganesh.
“You just sucked off a member of Dethklok, and you’re getting snotty about my kid?” Sariel grumbled.
“WHY SHOULDN’T THEY HAVE A KID?” Nathan thundered. “He’s an asshole who wears FUCKING BAGGY PAJAMAS THAT DON’T COVER HIS ASS, but they’re good dudes they love their weird ass baby and Ganesh makes AWESOME MARTINIS.”
“Thank you, Nathan,” said Sariel.
“Speaking of martinis, the young lady, looks a bit fraught. Perhaps we could retire for a quick drink?” Ganesh suggested.
“Uh, I’m not actually old enough to….” the girl started. She stopped short. Three pairs of eyes were now glaring at her.
“OK, terrible angel needs a confession, NOW!” Sariel shouted. “How old are you? When is your birthday?”
“Uh….”
“1975 dear?” supplied Ganesh.
“Yeah! Uh. I mean, no….”
“FAIL!” Sariel said. “How the fuck did you get in here? Who were you with?”
“I. Uh. Sort of snuck in?”
“Where ams I goings to sleeps?” Toki wailed.
“My suggestion?" Sariel told him. "Go to Skwisgaar’s room. They’ll never notice.”
“Come out to the STRIP CLUB with me, kid!” Nathan urged. “The NIGHT IS YOUNG! And these guys have gotten BORING!” he finished, indicating Sariel and Ganesh. He put an arm around the young guitarists neck and led him off.
“You are out of here FIRST THING tomorrow morning, young lady!” Ganesh scolded, tucking the girl into Toki’s bed.
“OK,” she said meekly. “Uh….”
“What?” Sariel asked, hefting Elias on a hip.
“Could I say goodnight? To the kid?”
Sariel looked skeptical, but Ganesh plucked Elias from his arms and held him to the girl. “We call him Boon,” he told her.
“Good night, Boon,” she said, giving him a kiss on the forehead. He merrily flapped his little wings.
“Sweet dreams,” said Ganesh, turning off the light.
“And keep buying Deth merch!” Sariel supplied, shutting the door.
“Tsk. You’re really impossible, you,” Ganesh told him.
“Can I still have a martini?” Sariel asked.
“Is there any of that pie left?
