The Bundle (Mythklok interstitial)
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tikificTitle: The Bundle (Mythklok interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Introductions
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Sushi and I were chatting about how Sariel might get along with Charles from her BDP universe, so this is just my take on a meeting. Rigyn and Alexis are her OCs from there.
"Mother-" Charles looked up across his desk.
An angel sat in the guest chair, blinking at him.
He knew it was an angel, even though it was in human form right now. What had he called it? Court form? Like he expected to encounter the queen? Or play a little bball.
This one would never play ball. He was a short little fuck. This Charles knew. The angel looked like him. Sort of. Maybe a reduction. Like you'd boiled out the extra liquid and had him down to a Charles essence.
Sariel. The angel who was almost but not quite him.
(And, parenthetically, was evidently happily fucking his hot ex-boyfriend. Little shit.)
Sariel was looking around curiously now, with those not human eyes. "Pickles said it was a long way here. I wonder how the fuck he ever stumbled onto you?"
"if your Pickles is anything like ours, he's a crazy little fuck."
The angel blinked. Blearily. He looked a little ... sleep-deprived?
"You want me to call my daughter?" Charles inquired. Would we ever get to the point here? He didn't have an afternoon marked out for heavenly encounters.
"Oh. Yeah! She might like this!" the angel agreed. He seemed strangely distracted.
He was holding a bundle.
Charles' brain immediately went down the mental checklist. Security issue? But it was moot. The bundle was already unwrapped.
"Holy Jesus motherfucking Christ King of the Florentines!"
The baby blinked appealingly at him.
And flapped tiny wings.
"You have...."
"A baby. Yeah. Long story."
Charles was standing. He reached over to the brandy decanter and poured himself one. This he downed. And then he grabbed another glass and poured one for his guest. And then he slowly eased himself back into his chair again.
"I figured since we've been kind of swapping kid pictures. Or swapping kids...." the angel ventured.
"Does it, ah, fly?"
"Elias. We call him Boon, though. Yeah, he's figured out how to fly. One of Raziel's too."
"Raziel. The girl who's also an angel but not your sister?"
"Yeah! That's her!"
"Rigyn won't stop talking about her. Elias? He looks like..."
"Ganesh. Yeah."
He felt like he was being nosy as hell. But it was himself, right? Sort of? "So, Elias is his...?"
"His. And mine. Both."
"Uh...."
"I told you. Long story," the angel smiled mysteriously, holding out an empty glass. "But, they fly. And do magic."
"Your kids fly and do magic?" Charles repeated, filling Sariel up with brandy. He would have to tell Toki. Next time he bitched about teething.
There was a gasp from the doorway. Rigyn scampered in to stand stock still in front of Elias.
"You wanna hold him?"
There were frantic nods. Sariel gestured towards the other chair. Rigyn clambered up, and he deposited Elias in her thin arms.
"Be careful!" Charles warned, not warm to the thought of a trans-dimensional lawsuit.
"Aw, they're pretty sturdy," the angel assured him.
"Barneengelen," the little girl cooed as Elias happily flapped his wings.
"That's Boon," Sariel told her.
"Bume."
"Wiggen," Elias babbled. Rigyn gawped. Charles nearly spilled his brandy.
Sariel smiled and quietly folded his legs up into the lotus position.
Charles gawped again, this time for a very different reason. He would never dream of sitting in a chair like that. Was that why this Sariel had a hot Indian guy fucking his brains out and making magical babies with him?
"So, Boon is part angel..."
"And part god. Yeah." He pulled casually on a twisted up foot. A little angel Buddha come to spread some fucking enlightenment.
"My Alexis is mixed," Charles noted. But not that fucking mixed!
"That's good," Sariel told him. "My friend Wotan says we're all related."
"Your friend Wotan? The god, Wotan?" Rigyn looked over, not moving her head, just sliding her eyes.
"He's my brother-in-law," Sariel explained.
Oh of course. Sariel's weird green eyes had drifted over to Rigyn. The freaky kid had dozed off in her arms. He was snoring, surprisingly loudly. And when he puffed out, his wings gave a little flutter.
"They change your life, don't they? I had no idea. No fucking idea."
What Charles thought was, yeah, I bet that shit changes your life. A freaky angel kid? He looked back over to Sariel. Ah, the angel Buddha is seeking my wisdom?
"I don't have anything to give you," he said frankly.
"Oh. I'm not looking for anything. Just a courtesy call." He stood, effortlessly untwisting, and held his hands out to Rigyn. "This one needs a nap. Too much excitement."
"Yeah. Too much excitement."
Sariel had gathered up the baby. A tiny feather fluttered down. He skillfully snatched it out of the air, and presented it to Rigyn. She seized it, and then hugged it to her, batting her eyes at the sleeping child.
"He has that effect on women," the angel mused apologetically.
My daughter has a crush on a magical baby? He made a mental note to keep Alexis far, far away from this crowd. "You... Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't all right last time, was I? I think I'm better though. Thanks for asking."
Yeah. I'm such a nice guy, thought Charles.
Toki found him, just in time, doing his best imitation of a pretzel on their bed. Charles groaned.
"What the hell ams you tryings to do?" Toki laughed.
"I could fucking do this in college," Charles grumbled as Toki cheerfully pulled his leg out straight again.
"You ams medicating?"
"Meditating. But I might need to do it your way," Charles sighed, wiggling his toes to try and restore feeling. "You think Pickles has any of that Hawaiian weed left?"
"I ams checks. Why ams Rigyn tapsings da little papers angels wingses to Alexis?"
"Oh. The angel. Sariel. He was here."
"Ams he brings da other Tokis?" Toki asked. Not at all subtly, Charles thought.
"No. He brought his kid."
"Hims has da kids?"
"Yeah. It can fly. And do magic."
"Ams you beens into da Pickles meditation alreadies?"
"Medication. And no. He has a magical baby."
"Oh. Dat ams nice. Magics likes da bunnies in da hatses?"
"Well. Sort of. Am I a boring old fuck, Toki?"
"Whats?" Toki was obviously still contemplating magical bunnies. He was sure cute, but it sometime took a while for him to get his brain shifted around to starboard when the prevailing winds changed.
"Am. I. Boring?"
"Ams you bored? We cans finds somethingses excitsing to do maybes," Toki mused, fingering Charles' belt.
"No. Toki. Am I boring? Do you get bored around me? I don't, uh, sprout big flashy wings. Or have Norse gods over for fucking tea."
"You ams fucking da Norsk? Ams you sures you didn'ts sees da other Toki?" Toki asked suspiciously.
"No! No! I mean, I wonder why you're fucking me! I'm not special."
To Charles utter surprise and dismay, Toki actually looked contemplative. Oh, now I've gone and done it, Charles thought. Now Toki will realize...
"i knows! Maybe we ams do what Pickle says!" Toki piped up.
"Uh. What does Pickles say?"
"He says you ams asks your dick," Toki muttered. "So we ams asks..."
Charles looked down. He didn't believe he'd ever seen Toki unbutton his fly and get his zipper down using only his teeth like that.
Not boring. But maybe magical. Just a little.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Introductions
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Sushi and I were chatting about how Sariel might get along with Charles from her BDP universe, so this is just my take on a meeting. Rigyn and Alexis are her OCs from there.
"Mother-" Charles looked up across his desk.
An angel sat in the guest chair, blinking at him.
He knew it was an angel, even though it was in human form right now. What had he called it? Court form? Like he expected to encounter the queen? Or play a little bball.
This one would never play ball. He was a short little fuck. This Charles knew. The angel looked like him. Sort of. Maybe a reduction. Like you'd boiled out the extra liquid and had him down to a Charles essence.
Sariel. The angel who was almost but not quite him.
(And, parenthetically, was evidently happily fucking his hot ex-boyfriend. Little shit.)
Sariel was looking around curiously now, with those not human eyes. "Pickles said it was a long way here. I wonder how the fuck he ever stumbled onto you?"
"if your Pickles is anything like ours, he's a crazy little fuck."
The angel blinked. Blearily. He looked a little ... sleep-deprived?
"You want me to call my daughter?" Charles inquired. Would we ever get to the point here? He didn't have an afternoon marked out for heavenly encounters.
"Oh. Yeah! She might like this!" the angel agreed. He seemed strangely distracted.
He was holding a bundle.
Charles' brain immediately went down the mental checklist. Security issue? But it was moot. The bundle was already unwrapped.
"Holy Jesus motherfucking Christ King of the Florentines!"
The baby blinked appealingly at him.
And flapped tiny wings.
"You have...."
"A baby. Yeah. Long story."
Charles was standing. He reached over to the brandy decanter and poured himself one. This he downed. And then he grabbed another glass and poured one for his guest. And then he slowly eased himself back into his chair again.
"I figured since we've been kind of swapping kid pictures. Or swapping kids...." the angel ventured.
"Does it, ah, fly?"
"Elias. We call him Boon, though. Yeah, he's figured out how to fly. One of Raziel's too."
"Raziel. The girl who's also an angel but not your sister?"
"Yeah! That's her!"
"Rigyn won't stop talking about her. Elias? He looks like..."
"Ganesh. Yeah."
He felt like he was being nosy as hell. But it was himself, right? Sort of? "So, Elias is his...?"
"His. And mine. Both."
"Uh...."
"I told you. Long story," the angel smiled mysteriously, holding out an empty glass. "But, they fly. And do magic."
"Your kids fly and do magic?" Charles repeated, filling Sariel up with brandy. He would have to tell Toki. Next time he bitched about teething.
There was a gasp from the doorway. Rigyn scampered in to stand stock still in front of Elias.
"You wanna hold him?"
There were frantic nods. Sariel gestured towards the other chair. Rigyn clambered up, and he deposited Elias in her thin arms.
"Be careful!" Charles warned, not warm to the thought of a trans-dimensional lawsuit.
"Aw, they're pretty sturdy," the angel assured him.
"Barneengelen," the little girl cooed as Elias happily flapped his wings.
"That's Boon," Sariel told her.
"Bume."
"Wiggen," Elias babbled. Rigyn gawped. Charles nearly spilled his brandy.
Sariel smiled and quietly folded his legs up into the lotus position.
Charles gawped again, this time for a very different reason. He would never dream of sitting in a chair like that. Was that why this Sariel had a hot Indian guy fucking his brains out and making magical babies with him?
"So, Boon is part angel..."
"And part god. Yeah." He pulled casually on a twisted up foot. A little angel Buddha come to spread some fucking enlightenment.
"My Alexis is mixed," Charles noted. But not that fucking mixed!
"That's good," Sariel told him. "My friend Wotan says we're all related."
"Your friend Wotan? The god, Wotan?" Rigyn looked over, not moving her head, just sliding her eyes.
"He's my brother-in-law," Sariel explained.
Oh of course. Sariel's weird green eyes had drifted over to Rigyn. The freaky kid had dozed off in her arms. He was snoring, surprisingly loudly. And when he puffed out, his wings gave a little flutter.
"They change your life, don't they? I had no idea. No fucking idea."
What Charles thought was, yeah, I bet that shit changes your life. A freaky angel kid? He looked back over to Sariel. Ah, the angel Buddha is seeking my wisdom?
"I don't have anything to give you," he said frankly.
"Oh. I'm not looking for anything. Just a courtesy call." He stood, effortlessly untwisting, and held his hands out to Rigyn. "This one needs a nap. Too much excitement."
"Yeah. Too much excitement."
Sariel had gathered up the baby. A tiny feather fluttered down. He skillfully snatched it out of the air, and presented it to Rigyn. She seized it, and then hugged it to her, batting her eyes at the sleeping child.
"He has that effect on women," the angel mused apologetically.
My daughter has a crush on a magical baby? He made a mental note to keep Alexis far, far away from this crowd. "You... Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't all right last time, was I? I think I'm better though. Thanks for asking."
Yeah. I'm such a nice guy, thought Charles.
Toki found him, just in time, doing his best imitation of a pretzel on their bed. Charles groaned.
"What the hell ams you tryings to do?" Toki laughed.
"I could fucking do this in college," Charles grumbled as Toki cheerfully pulled his leg out straight again.
"You ams medicating?"
"Meditating. But I might need to do it your way," Charles sighed, wiggling his toes to try and restore feeling. "You think Pickles has any of that Hawaiian weed left?"
"I ams checks. Why ams Rigyn tapsings da little papers angels wingses to Alexis?"
"Oh. The angel. Sariel. He was here."
"Ams he brings da other Tokis?" Toki asked. Not at all subtly, Charles thought.
"No. He brought his kid."
"Hims has da kids?"
"Yeah. It can fly. And do magic."
"Ams you beens into da Pickles meditation alreadies?"
"Medication. And no. He has a magical baby."
"Oh. Dat ams nice. Magics likes da bunnies in da hatses?"
"Well. Sort of. Am I a boring old fuck, Toki?"
"Whats?" Toki was obviously still contemplating magical bunnies. He was sure cute, but it sometime took a while for him to get his brain shifted around to starboard when the prevailing winds changed.
"Am. I. Boring?"
"Ams you bored? We cans finds somethingses excitsing to do maybes," Toki mused, fingering Charles' belt.
"No. Toki. Am I boring? Do you get bored around me? I don't, uh, sprout big flashy wings. Or have Norse gods over for fucking tea."
"You ams fucking da Norsk? Ams you sures you didn'ts sees da other Toki?" Toki asked suspiciously.
"No! No! I mean, I wonder why you're fucking me! I'm not special."
To Charles utter surprise and dismay, Toki actually looked contemplative. Oh, now I've gone and done it, Charles thought. Now Toki will realize...
"i knows! Maybe we ams do what Pickle says!" Toki piped up.
"Uh. What does Pickles say?"
"He says you ams asks your dick," Toki muttered. "So we ams asks..."
Charles looked down. He didn't believe he'd ever seen Toki unbutton his fly and get his zipper down using only his teeth like that.
Not boring. But maybe magical. Just a little.
