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tikificTitle: En passant (Mythklok Interstitial, Mythklok/BPD crossover)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A game of chess
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Happens some time during Sushi's Hairy Beasts story, which you can start reading here. This started as a few lines I was going to just stick in the comments, but like a lot of things I write, it kinda grew. I assume most everyone here is familiar with BDP. And, yeah, I have a new Mythklok chapter ready, I'll probably post tonight.
Charles looked up from the chessboard.
The angel gently fluttered his silvery wings, and smiled mildly at him.
Charles had asked him to transform - Sariel - as he was frankly a bit curious about it all. And then Sariel had explained that it was a bit of a bother to change back, and besides, he felt more comfortable this way, so you wouldn't mind if he just stayed this way for a bit, and by the way, were there any snacks around here?
He was a funny chess opponent: that was for sure. He seemed not terribly engaged by the game, but then you'd look down and somehow, you were fucked and needed to scramble to get your queen out to fuck with him.
"So, you don't think this is gonna destroy the universe or some shit?" Charles asked.
"Huh? I think it's not so bad," Sariel mused, a finger on his knight. "Maybe because you're human and I'm not?"
"You're asking me?"
"There's another universe. It's complicated. But, I'm a kid. I mean, he's a kid. And, occasional contact seems to be OK."
"A kid?" Charles asked, now distracted.
"A kid. About as old as ours. I mean, uh, your little one. But very precocious. So I've heard." A small smile.
Charles glowered. "You gonna move?" Precocious kids? Now he was definitely distracted.
"I do apologize for the intrusion." Charles looked up. Fuck. A terribly handsome East Asian man had just appeared, looking like he'd just breezed off a photoshoot for some overpriced liqueur.
He smelled really nice, too: like spices. Charles could tell when the guy leaned over to shake his hand.
"Charles, how terribly nice to encounter you once again."
Charles nodded, probably a bit bruskly. But Ganesh either politely ignored it or didn't notice.
"This one wouldn't go to sleep without saying goodnight," Ganesh explained, indicating the smallish boy who kept huddled by his legs. He wasn't terrified, not like Rigyn used to be, but seemed simply a bit overwhelmed.
Was this the freaky baby? He didn't have the wings any more. Maybe he could do the transformation thing like the dad?
Sariel patted his lap, and the child was clambering in, and suddenly seemed to find his voice. "So we went to the art museum and we saw the pretty stuff an' dad showed my stuff to the lady but we didn't tell her it's my stuff 'cause that was a secret but she thought it showed it showed a UNIQUE PER... PER...."
"Perspective," Ganesh smiled. Charles noticed he was puffing out his chest with pride.
"...A UNIQUE PERSPECTIVE an' I should go to art school an' be IMPORTANT."
"That sounds good. Is that what you wanna do?" Sariel asked.
The boy seemed to have run out of words again, so he simply nodded his head.
"All right. OK. Big hug?"
Charles caught his breath. The kid suddenly had two sets of arms, and they were all wrapped around Sariel's neck. The angel responded by wrapping the kid in arms and wings. They broke the weird clench, and then Sariel said, "So you'll go to sleep for Daddy now?" More enthusiastic nodding. And then he was off the lap and grabbing Ganesh by the hand.
"Good night, Boon," said Sariel. "I'll be back in a bit," he told Ganesh.
"Er, are you staying like that?" Ganesh asked quietly.
"I think so." And, exchanging a knowing smile, Ganesh and the boy disappeared.
Charles was still staring. There were a lot of things bubbling in his mind, but what came out of his mouth was, "You're gonna go back in angel form...."
Sariel studied him. His expression was suddenly not mild. "Yes. We have sex when I'm like this," he said.
"Oh. Uh."
"If I were you, and I sort of am, I probably would've wondered." He reached over and helped himself to another slice of the apple pie Charles had had delivered.
Charles nodded.
"But I don't always remember everything we do. I was abused as a kid. It sorta fucked with me."
"You were a kid?"
Sariel looked up from his pie. "You really wanna know? That doesn't seem like something you'd give a shit about."
"My daughter, Rigyn-"
"The one who's been giving you fits?" And the slice was gone. Angel magic.
Charles decided to quit pretending to look at the chessboard. "She was mistreated. The first few years of her life, they had her in a room. I mean, locked away in a fucking room." He clenched his fists. And I'm still angry for her.
Sariel was grabbing another slice. Where the hell did he put it? Charles could see him with his shirt off now. He was just knotted muscles. Like back when Charles had been a gymnast.
"How did you get ... better?" Charles asked. He reached for the brandy bottle.
"Who says I did?" Sariel shrugged. "It's been a long time. A very, very long time. And I made a lot of mistakes." His silvery eyes seemed to lose focus. "Raziel.... She would pull me back when I really fucked up. And Ganesh is just.... He's patient as fuck. I don't really understand what he does. I think maybe I wanted to get better, and he lets me."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying? I need to let Rigyn screw up her life?"
"I don't think I'm saying that." Was this the third slice? Fucking pie vacuum. "It matters to have somebody there for you. That's all." He nodded.
He didn't move the knight.
He moved his queen.
"Oh, and checkmate."
Charles stared.
"You fucking cheated."
"Maybe." Another slice of pie. "Probably."
"What? You know what happened to the last guy who tried to fuck me in chess?"
"Buried in the back yard, I'd guess?"
"Charle? Sarielses?" They looked up to see Toki holding what appeared to be the remnants of a ceramic horse that had been badly broken and then stuck back together and repainted by a six-year-old fan of Insane Clown Posse.
"Hello, Toki," Sariel said.
"You ams not tells Rigyns dat her angels ams here?" Toki asked Charles suspiciously.
"She's grounded," Charles muttered, now feeling a gnawing at him. "I just wanted to be quiet. You know, play chess." With a cheating little angel bastard.
Toki was staring. Charles could feel it. He could hear the angry breathing.
Charles finally glanced up to see Toki indeed looming over him. "Why dontcha bring her in here. But just for a minute." Toki was gone in a flash, leaving the badly battered horse on the desk. Charles picked it up and looked murderously at it.
"You couldn't fix this, could you?" he asked Sariel.
"Dunno. You guys got Liquid Nails in this universe?" Sariel rubbed his face. "The beard - is that new?"
Charles merely growled low.
"Angel Daddy?" Charles looked up to the doorway. Rigyn was already sprinting inside. She must have run all the way here he thought, terribly annoyed. And his ire only increased when Sariel stood and extended an arm, and Rigyn - his precious bee, his tiny girl - threw herself into an angel hug.
"Do you ... drool? Oh!" said Sariel as the horrible clench finally broke, and Rigyn held up a puppy. "Wait. That's your wolf?"
She nodded proudly.
Sariel cocked his head and listened. "And you call her ... Baby?"
Rigyn blinked in adoration. "You ams still has da littles babies angelses?"
"Yeah. But, he's a little boy now."
Charles contemplated how Sariel would look with his hands clasped around his scrawny little angel throat.
"You need to go now, Bee," Charles told Rigyn, who favored him with an icy glare of sheer teenage contempt. He looked sternly after he as she and Toki and Baby left the room.
He felt the stiletto, the tiny one, cut through his heart. And the blood leaked, slowly.
"You know, 'Baby' thinks of herself as 'Savage Bonecrusher.' I hope that's not gonna cause problems down the line...."
"How the fuck would you know that?" Charles asked.
"I hear wolf dreams."
"Of course you do. Of course you fucking do. And I just...." Charles was back in his chair now, his legs having failed him. "And I just fuck up. Every fucking thing."
"What do you mean?"
Charles wasn't going to cry. Not in front of the fucking angel. "Your kid still loves you."
"He's too young to know any better." The silver eyes slid over Charles. "I hear human dreams too. It's rude. But I listen."
Charles steepled his hands and regarded him warily. "You cheat?"
"Yes. Your daughter? She's gonna be a guitarist. Idol of millions. Blah blah blah."
"Yeah. So what?"
"And you're in the audience. You and Toki. You're always there."
Charles stared into the eyes. Freaky monster with a monster kid. "OK," he finally said.
"Do you really like the beard?" Sariel asked.
"I hate the fucking beard!"
"Ganesh keeps trying to grow one. I don't see the point."
Charles grabbed the brandy decanter again. He poured himself a glass. And then he poured a second glass, sliding it across the table. "I had a Ganesh."
"Oh?"
"Sonuvabitch dumped me."
"Oh. Is he buried in the back yard too?"
"Should be."
"Did he have a beard?
"Did he have a beard? He was hairy everywhere! Like a man should be." Charles downed his brandy, and Sariel did the same, reaching out the glass.
"Yuck."
"No?" asked Charles.
"I'd get some Nair. Or a lawnmower."
Charles laughed. And poured more brandy.
"Will mine hate me?" Sariel asked.
"I dunno," said Charles, refilling his own glass. "I dunno."
"I feel like he's the best thing about me."
Charles nodded, looking at the fine amber liquid. And they looked at one another, silver eyes, and green. And they clinked glasses. And drank.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A game of chess
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Happens some time during Sushi's Hairy Beasts story, which you can start reading here. This started as a few lines I was going to just stick in the comments, but like a lot of things I write, it kinda grew. I assume most everyone here is familiar with BDP. And, yeah, I have a new Mythklok chapter ready, I'll probably post tonight.
Charles looked up from the chessboard.
The angel gently fluttered his silvery wings, and smiled mildly at him.
Charles had asked him to transform - Sariel - as he was frankly a bit curious about it all. And then Sariel had explained that it was a bit of a bother to change back, and besides, he felt more comfortable this way, so you wouldn't mind if he just stayed this way for a bit, and by the way, were there any snacks around here?
He was a funny chess opponent: that was for sure. He seemed not terribly engaged by the game, but then you'd look down and somehow, you were fucked and needed to scramble to get your queen out to fuck with him.
"So, you don't think this is gonna destroy the universe or some shit?" Charles asked.
"Huh? I think it's not so bad," Sariel mused, a finger on his knight. "Maybe because you're human and I'm not?"
"You're asking me?"
"There's another universe. It's complicated. But, I'm a kid. I mean, he's a kid. And, occasional contact seems to be OK."
"A kid?" Charles asked, now distracted.
"A kid. About as old as ours. I mean, uh, your little one. But very precocious. So I've heard." A small smile.
Charles glowered. "You gonna move?" Precocious kids? Now he was definitely distracted.
"I do apologize for the intrusion." Charles looked up. Fuck. A terribly handsome East Asian man had just appeared, looking like he'd just breezed off a photoshoot for some overpriced liqueur.
He smelled really nice, too: like spices. Charles could tell when the guy leaned over to shake his hand.
"Charles, how terribly nice to encounter you once again."
Charles nodded, probably a bit bruskly. But Ganesh either politely ignored it or didn't notice.
"This one wouldn't go to sleep without saying goodnight," Ganesh explained, indicating the smallish boy who kept huddled by his legs. He wasn't terrified, not like Rigyn used to be, but seemed simply a bit overwhelmed.
Was this the freaky baby? He didn't have the wings any more. Maybe he could do the transformation thing like the dad?
Sariel patted his lap, and the child was clambering in, and suddenly seemed to find his voice. "So we went to the art museum and we saw the pretty stuff an' dad showed my stuff to the lady but we didn't tell her it's my stuff 'cause that was a secret but she thought it showed it showed a UNIQUE PER... PER...."
"Perspective," Ganesh smiled. Charles noticed he was puffing out his chest with pride.
"...A UNIQUE PERSPECTIVE an' I should go to art school an' be IMPORTANT."
"That sounds good. Is that what you wanna do?" Sariel asked.
The boy seemed to have run out of words again, so he simply nodded his head.
"All right. OK. Big hug?"
Charles caught his breath. The kid suddenly had two sets of arms, and they were all wrapped around Sariel's neck. The angel responded by wrapping the kid in arms and wings. They broke the weird clench, and then Sariel said, "So you'll go to sleep for Daddy now?" More enthusiastic nodding. And then he was off the lap and grabbing Ganesh by the hand.
"Good night, Boon," said Sariel. "I'll be back in a bit," he told Ganesh.
"Er, are you staying like that?" Ganesh asked quietly.
"I think so." And, exchanging a knowing smile, Ganesh and the boy disappeared.
Charles was still staring. There were a lot of things bubbling in his mind, but what came out of his mouth was, "You're gonna go back in angel form...."
Sariel studied him. His expression was suddenly not mild. "Yes. We have sex when I'm like this," he said.
"Oh. Uh."
"If I were you, and I sort of am, I probably would've wondered." He reached over and helped himself to another slice of the apple pie Charles had had delivered.
Charles nodded.
"But I don't always remember everything we do. I was abused as a kid. It sorta fucked with me."
"You were a kid?"
Sariel looked up from his pie. "You really wanna know? That doesn't seem like something you'd give a shit about."
"My daughter, Rigyn-"
"The one who's been giving you fits?" And the slice was gone. Angel magic.
Charles decided to quit pretending to look at the chessboard. "She was mistreated. The first few years of her life, they had her in a room. I mean, locked away in a fucking room." He clenched his fists. And I'm still angry for her.
Sariel was grabbing another slice. Where the hell did he put it? Charles could see him with his shirt off now. He was just knotted muscles. Like back when Charles had been a gymnast.
"How did you get ... better?" Charles asked. He reached for the brandy bottle.
"Who says I did?" Sariel shrugged. "It's been a long time. A very, very long time. And I made a lot of mistakes." His silvery eyes seemed to lose focus. "Raziel.... She would pull me back when I really fucked up. And Ganesh is just.... He's patient as fuck. I don't really understand what he does. I think maybe I wanted to get better, and he lets me."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying? I need to let Rigyn screw up her life?"
"I don't think I'm saying that." Was this the third slice? Fucking pie vacuum. "It matters to have somebody there for you. That's all." He nodded.
He didn't move the knight.
He moved his queen.
"Oh, and checkmate."
Charles stared.
"You fucking cheated."
"Maybe." Another slice of pie. "Probably."
"What? You know what happened to the last guy who tried to fuck me in chess?"
"Buried in the back yard, I'd guess?"
"Charle? Sarielses?" They looked up to see Toki holding what appeared to be the remnants of a ceramic horse that had been badly broken and then stuck back together and repainted by a six-year-old fan of Insane Clown Posse.
"Hello, Toki," Sariel said.
"You ams not tells Rigyns dat her angels ams here?" Toki asked Charles suspiciously.
"She's grounded," Charles muttered, now feeling a gnawing at him. "I just wanted to be quiet. You know, play chess." With a cheating little angel bastard.
Toki was staring. Charles could feel it. He could hear the angry breathing.
Charles finally glanced up to see Toki indeed looming over him. "Why dontcha bring her in here. But just for a minute." Toki was gone in a flash, leaving the badly battered horse on the desk. Charles picked it up and looked murderously at it.
"You couldn't fix this, could you?" he asked Sariel.
"Dunno. You guys got Liquid Nails in this universe?" Sariel rubbed his face. "The beard - is that new?"
Charles merely growled low.
"Angel Daddy?" Charles looked up to the doorway. Rigyn was already sprinting inside. She must have run all the way here he thought, terribly annoyed. And his ire only increased when Sariel stood and extended an arm, and Rigyn - his precious bee, his tiny girl - threw herself into an angel hug.
"Do you ... drool? Oh!" said Sariel as the horrible clench finally broke, and Rigyn held up a puppy. "Wait. That's your wolf?"
She nodded proudly.
Sariel cocked his head and listened. "And you call her ... Baby?"
Rigyn blinked in adoration. "You ams still has da littles babies angelses?"
"Yeah. But, he's a little boy now."
Charles contemplated how Sariel would look with his hands clasped around his scrawny little angel throat.
"You need to go now, Bee," Charles told Rigyn, who favored him with an icy glare of sheer teenage contempt. He looked sternly after he as she and Toki and Baby left the room.
He felt the stiletto, the tiny one, cut through his heart. And the blood leaked, slowly.
"You know, 'Baby' thinks of herself as 'Savage Bonecrusher.' I hope that's not gonna cause problems down the line...."
"How the fuck would you know that?" Charles asked.
"I hear wolf dreams."
"Of course you do. Of course you fucking do. And I just...." Charles was back in his chair now, his legs having failed him. "And I just fuck up. Every fucking thing."
"What do you mean?"
Charles wasn't going to cry. Not in front of the fucking angel. "Your kid still loves you."
"He's too young to know any better." The silver eyes slid over Charles. "I hear human dreams too. It's rude. But I listen."
Charles steepled his hands and regarded him warily. "You cheat?"
"Yes. Your daughter? She's gonna be a guitarist. Idol of millions. Blah blah blah."
"Yeah. So what?"
"And you're in the audience. You and Toki. You're always there."
Charles stared into the eyes. Freaky monster with a monster kid. "OK," he finally said.
"Do you really like the beard?" Sariel asked.
"I hate the fucking beard!"
"Ganesh keeps trying to grow one. I don't see the point."
Charles grabbed the brandy decanter again. He poured himself a glass. And then he poured a second glass, sliding it across the table. "I had a Ganesh."
"Oh?"
"Sonuvabitch dumped me."
"Oh. Is he buried in the back yard too?"
"Should be."
"Did he have a beard?
"Did he have a beard? He was hairy everywhere! Like a man should be." Charles downed his brandy, and Sariel did the same, reaching out the glass.
"Yuck."
"No?" asked Charles.
"I'd get some Nair. Or a lawnmower."
Charles laughed. And poured more brandy.
"Will mine hate me?" Sariel asked.
"I dunno," said Charles, refilling his own glass. "I dunno."
"I feel like he's the best thing about me."
Charles nodded, looking at the fine amber liquid. And they looked at one another, silver eyes, and green. And they clinked glasses. And drank.
