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tikificTitle: Convalescence (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rest and recuperation
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: This was something completely silly and pointless I wrote because Sushi was feeling a little under the weather - one of her BDP characters gets stuck in my AU when she has the sniffles. I guess probably the lesson is don't catch cold in my AU or my characters will kill you.
“Oh it is no bother at all, Lady Alexis, we shall simply keep you over for a day or so until you are recovered enough to once again venture between universes.”
“Uh, OK.” Alexis looked on a bit uncertainly as Ganesh used two arms to fluff up the pillow he was setting behind her against the head and two more arms to courteously pour out tea and yet another hand to stir in the honey with a tiny silver spoon.
“And also her dad would fucking kill us if we sent her back sick,” muttered Sariel, who was standing by the doorway looking on. “Gesundheit.”
“I didn’t-“ said Alexis, who thereupon sneezed. “Oh, sorry.” Ganesh efficiently popped out yet another hand, this one holding a tissue.
“Eh. At least you don’t make shit blow up like our brats,” Sariel chuckled.
“AS I RECALL, Sariel, you extinguished an entire wall or precious heirlooms with one of your sternulations! Now, Lady Alexis…”
“Uh, you don’t actually need to call me Lady….”
“For now, simply rest and finish your tea. I shall contact your fathers and explain the situation."
“And whatever you do, don’t let him feed you any of his ‘healing steam,’” Sariel whispered.
“SARIEL!” Ganesh scolded as he hauled the angel out of the room.
Alexis frowned. She spotted a stockpile of Vogue and Hello! Magazines stacked by the bed Ganesh had banished her to once he heard a sniffle. Not her preferred reading materials, but she hated to be a bother. After all, she was kind of overstaying her visit. She picked up a Vogue and began leafing through. It wasn’t even written in English, she noticed. Were people in other countries all stupid as well, she wondered.
“So I heard you like Erzulie Dantor so I wanted to do a project for you since you’re stuck here and maybe it would give you something to look at besides my aunt’s magazines because they’re all full of girl stuff….”
“BOON?” Alexis asked, unconsciously pulling the covers up over her neck. She was wearing a perfectly good nightgown (it had fuzzy pink Facebones logos on it and was a prototype for the whole new line of “My Brutal Little DethPrincess” Dethmerch) but she just wasn’t used to this fucked up shit of people who suddenly APPEARED, especially cute boys who were suddenly sitting on your bed, even if they were sort of your alternate universe idiotic half brother.
“It’s a triptych! Wanna see? This is my first venture into that stylistic realm, but I thought it would bring out the subject’s various godly aspects.” Without waiting for an OK, he was suddenly holding a rather elaborately framed oil painting, or rather series of three oil paintings in his own four arms. “You see I’ve chosen an homage to Francis Bacon. I usually stick to digital media, but I thought it profitable to borrow some of my dad’s paint and canvases. Of course I had to improvise on the framing as we didn’t have any hinges around….”
“Wait. You did all these paintings THIS MORNING?” Alexis asked.
“BOOOOON!” shouted a dark haired teen girl, who had also suddenly appeared, though, more decorously, at the doorway. “OMIGODS! What are you DOING IN HERE?” she huffed.
“I was just showing Alexis my new panel work after the style of Bacon. I am investigating….”
“You can’t just BURST IN on SICK GIRLS! Don’t you know ANYTHING?”
“Wait. Why not?” asked Elias,
“What if she doesn’t feel CUTE?”
“Why would she need to feel … cute?” the boy asked, now seeming truly puzzled.
Abby huffed a huff of pure teen frustration and stomped a foot. Elias shrugged, folded up his triptych and disappeared. "Omgods," Abby cried, sitting on the edge of the bed and picking up a Vogue. "Did they leave you with my mom's gross magazines? I'll see if I can bring you something better! Unky William has the new Military Times! You could read about use of artillery in light infantry assaults!"
"Well, I...." Alexis began. But of course, Abby was already gone.
"Tsk! Ganesh was right! This is a fashion emergency!"
Alexis looked up, confused, to the tiny angel now standing in the doorway. She was currently wearing an outfit that looked like it had been shredded by a three year old using plastic scissors, mixed up on the floor, and then sewn back together by a blindfolded person who had been afflicted with a slight palsy. Plus, she had really awesome boots.
"Auntie Raziel? Uh, what's an, uh, fashion emergency exactly?"
"That GOWN? God gods, is that something Sariel pulled out of the back of his closet?"
"Uh, Uncle Sariel has pink nightgowns?" Well, this at least sounded interesting.
"Only Sariel would be guilty of such an atrocity! But don't worry, we will soon have you out of that crime against fashionable humanity, and convalescing in couture!"
"I, uh, like your boots?" Alexis tried.
"Thanks! You don't know how many people I had to stab to get them in my size! Now, how about this? Or, this?" As Raziel spoke, various oddly cut nightgowns appeared.
"Uhhhh."
"What is it dear, speak up!"
"You don't have anything in, ah, pink?"
"PINK?" gasped Raziel, arching a scandalized eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah, uh, pink," Alexis squeaked, burrowing a bit deeper in the covers.
Raziel leaned closer. "But what about ... FUSCHIA?" She conjured a nightgown that looked.... Well, it looked pink.
"Uh, fuschia is, ah, fine," Alexis agreed.
"I will hasten to my tailor in Milano!" Raziel vowed.
"Uh, you need to tailor a nightgown?" Alexis wondered. To the empty air.
"Heeeeeeey! Are you new around here?"
"Liam? You know me! I'm Alexis!"
"Well, hi, ALEXIS."
The girl rolled her eyes. "And why are you standing there with your wings? Uncle Sariel says that's rude!"
"It's not rude, pretty laaa-AAAARGH!" The last bit came from when the unfortunately angel tried to lean casually up against the door and missed.
"Are you OK?" asked Alexis, who was trying not to laugh.
"I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine," said the fair-haired boy, hopping up a bit painfully.
"LIIIIIIAM! What are you doing here with your WINGS OUT?"
"We were just talking," Liam sulked.
"I'm gonna tell MOM!"
"What will you tell me? Now, no one likes a tattle-tale, Abigail! LIAM, what ARE you doing standing there wings out! Put them away at once, young man!"
"Yes, Mom."
"HI AUNTIE RAZIEL! Did you wanna see my tryptich?"
"You have a new work, dearie? Oh, look, it's in the manner of Francis Bacon!"
"It's an homage, Auntie!"
"Look what you're brilliant son has done, Sariel! How is he EVER related to you, I cannot tell."
"It's a triptych!" Ganesh nearly squealed.
"Raziel!" Sariel huffed. "Does Alexis wanna bunch of art critics in her fucking room. HEY, EVERYBODY! CAN WE SHUT THE FUCK UP?"
A sudden silence followed.
"Look, you want me to send these clowns packing?" Sariel asked Alexis.
"Uh, well, actually. I guess I don't mind," she said shyly.
"See? We were gonna discuss military strategy!" Abby vowed.
"But I wanted to try out looks in salmon and magenta!" Raziel protested.
"Lady Alexis is our guest," Ganesh insisted. "We should inquire as to what she wants to do."
There were expectant looks.
"Well, when I'm sick at home, there's something I like to do with my Daddy...."
"So dis is Law an' Ordur?" Pickles puffed. He had suddenly appeared too. Alexis was kind of getting used to it. Though she thought the Pickles in this universe was human.
He handed down whatever he was smoking to Ganesh, who was starting to get terribly giggly.
"I don't understand why persons who choose law enforcement careers necessarily have to be so aesthetically pleasing in their looks!" Boon protested.
"Hmpt, you call that one good looking?" Ganesh huffed. "Whoever did her hair and makeup deserves a firing squad!"
"And who cut that suit?" Raziel grumbled. "I wanna take her to my tailor RIGHT NOW."
"I don't understand why nobody's just bribed the fucking judge yet," Sariel complained. "I mean, duh."
"Uncle Sariel, do you get to stab lots of people if you're a lawyer?" Abby asked.
"Oh, yeah, tons and tons of people," Sariel agreed, taking a long puff from whatever it was Pickles had been passing around. It got passed back up to Pickles, and Alexis made what she thought was a pretty crafty grab at it.
"NOT for you, young lady," Ganesh lectured, as he deftly snatched it out of her hand. "You are recovering from a respiratory illness."
"Yeah, no special blend until you're 847 years old," Sariel chuckled.
Abby looked at Alexis and rolled her eyes.
"This is getting TOO TACKY!" Raziel protested, grabbing the remote.
"Oh, now here is a fine show!" Ganesh approved.
"NOOOOO! I'm not watching fucking PROJECT RUNWAY!" Sariel wailed, but he was summarily yanked down off the bed and confined in about eight of Ganesh's arms.
"MOOOOOM! You can't make us watch THIS! There's no blood!" Liam whined. Elias snatched the remote from Raziel and clicked it.
"Wait, why is all of this in Spanish?" Alexis asked.
"OH MY GODS CORAZON DE AZUL!" Abby cried.
"Noooo!" said Sariel. "Turn it back to Project Runway."
"Oooo, I love that guy," Raziel sighed.
"Which guy?" asked Alexis.
"The guy with the long hair!" Abby cooed.
"EVERYBODY HATES THE GUY WITH THE LONG HAIR!" Liam whined.
"She belongs with that fellow with the eye patch," Ganesh noted. "Now, he's a capital fellow!"
"Dis is all about da fiery Yolanda, an' her life o' heartbreak!" Pickles was explaining.
"Can't I have some of your special blend?" Alexis asked.
"No. No yoo can't."
"Well, a rather restful evening inside, wasn't it?" Ganesh asked after they had all departed following a DVD of The Philadelphia Story and then some pie and then some more pie. "I do like an occasional movie night. It is not often that we are all together these days."
Alexis covered her mouth as a yawn crept out. "Sorry," she said.
"I think you are set for the evening. I have informed your fathers that you shall spend the night here. Oh, and this is something that belongs to our little boy. Well, he's not so little any more. As you know. But perhaps he could sit here with you tonight. To watch over. There we are. Go ahead and turn off the light when you're ready." And with that Ganesh gave her a very quick peck on the forehead and retreated out of the room.
Alexis looked up to see the object Ganesh had stuck on top of the headboard. It was a very old and threadbare plush toy. A little angel. She considered for a moment placing it back up on the headboard. But then, thinking again, she slid down under the covers, and, holding it to her, fell softly to sleep.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rest and recuperation
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: This was something completely silly and pointless I wrote because Sushi was feeling a little under the weather - one of her BDP characters gets stuck in my AU when she has the sniffles. I guess probably the lesson is don't catch cold in my AU or my characters will kill you.
“Oh it is no bother at all, Lady Alexis, we shall simply keep you over for a day or so until you are recovered enough to once again venture between universes.”
“Uh, OK.” Alexis looked on a bit uncertainly as Ganesh used two arms to fluff up the pillow he was setting behind her against the head and two more arms to courteously pour out tea and yet another hand to stir in the honey with a tiny silver spoon.
“And also her dad would fucking kill us if we sent her back sick,” muttered Sariel, who was standing by the doorway looking on. “Gesundheit.”
“I didn’t-“ said Alexis, who thereupon sneezed. “Oh, sorry.” Ganesh efficiently popped out yet another hand, this one holding a tissue.
“Eh. At least you don’t make shit blow up like our brats,” Sariel chuckled.
“AS I RECALL, Sariel, you extinguished an entire wall or precious heirlooms with one of your sternulations! Now, Lady Alexis…”
“Uh, you don’t actually need to call me Lady….”
“For now, simply rest and finish your tea. I shall contact your fathers and explain the situation."
“And whatever you do, don’t let him feed you any of his ‘healing steam,’” Sariel whispered.
“SARIEL!” Ganesh scolded as he hauled the angel out of the room.
Alexis frowned. She spotted a stockpile of Vogue and Hello! Magazines stacked by the bed Ganesh had banished her to once he heard a sniffle. Not her preferred reading materials, but she hated to be a bother. After all, she was kind of overstaying her visit. She picked up a Vogue and began leafing through. It wasn’t even written in English, she noticed. Were people in other countries all stupid as well, she wondered.
“So I heard you like Erzulie Dantor so I wanted to do a project for you since you’re stuck here and maybe it would give you something to look at besides my aunt’s magazines because they’re all full of girl stuff….”
“BOON?” Alexis asked, unconsciously pulling the covers up over her neck. She was wearing a perfectly good nightgown (it had fuzzy pink Facebones logos on it and was a prototype for the whole new line of “My Brutal Little DethPrincess” Dethmerch) but she just wasn’t used to this fucked up shit of people who suddenly APPEARED, especially cute boys who were suddenly sitting on your bed, even if they were sort of your alternate universe idiotic half brother.
“It’s a triptych! Wanna see? This is my first venture into that stylistic realm, but I thought it would bring out the subject’s various godly aspects.” Without waiting for an OK, he was suddenly holding a rather elaborately framed oil painting, or rather series of three oil paintings in his own four arms. “You see I’ve chosen an homage to Francis Bacon. I usually stick to digital media, but I thought it profitable to borrow some of my dad’s paint and canvases. Of course I had to improvise on the framing as we didn’t have any hinges around….”
“Wait. You did all these paintings THIS MORNING?” Alexis asked.
“BOOOOON!” shouted a dark haired teen girl, who had also suddenly appeared, though, more decorously, at the doorway. “OMIGODS! What are you DOING IN HERE?” she huffed.
“I was just showing Alexis my new panel work after the style of Bacon. I am investigating….”
“You can’t just BURST IN on SICK GIRLS! Don’t you know ANYTHING?”
“Wait. Why not?” asked Elias,
“What if she doesn’t feel CUTE?”
“Why would she need to feel … cute?” the boy asked, now seeming truly puzzled.
Abby huffed a huff of pure teen frustration and stomped a foot. Elias shrugged, folded up his triptych and disappeared. "Omgods," Abby cried, sitting on the edge of the bed and picking up a Vogue. "Did they leave you with my mom's gross magazines? I'll see if I can bring you something better! Unky William has the new Military Times! You could read about use of artillery in light infantry assaults!"
"Well, I...." Alexis began. But of course, Abby was already gone.
"Tsk! Ganesh was right! This is a fashion emergency!"
Alexis looked up, confused, to the tiny angel now standing in the doorway. She was currently wearing an outfit that looked like it had been shredded by a three year old using plastic scissors, mixed up on the floor, and then sewn back together by a blindfolded person who had been afflicted with a slight palsy. Plus, she had really awesome boots.
"Auntie Raziel? Uh, what's an, uh, fashion emergency exactly?"
"That GOWN? God gods, is that something Sariel pulled out of the back of his closet?"
"Uh, Uncle Sariel has pink nightgowns?" Well, this at least sounded interesting.
"Only Sariel would be guilty of such an atrocity! But don't worry, we will soon have you out of that crime against fashionable humanity, and convalescing in couture!"
"I, uh, like your boots?" Alexis tried.
"Thanks! You don't know how many people I had to stab to get them in my size! Now, how about this? Or, this?" As Raziel spoke, various oddly cut nightgowns appeared.
"Uhhhh."
"What is it dear, speak up!"
"You don't have anything in, ah, pink?"
"PINK?" gasped Raziel, arching a scandalized eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah, uh, pink," Alexis squeaked, burrowing a bit deeper in the covers.
Raziel leaned closer. "But what about ... FUSCHIA?" She conjured a nightgown that looked.... Well, it looked pink.
"Uh, fuschia is, ah, fine," Alexis agreed.
"I will hasten to my tailor in Milano!" Raziel vowed.
"Uh, you need to tailor a nightgown?" Alexis wondered. To the empty air.
"Heeeeeeey! Are you new around here?"
"Liam? You know me! I'm Alexis!"
"Well, hi, ALEXIS."
The girl rolled her eyes. "And why are you standing there with your wings? Uncle Sariel says that's rude!"
"It's not rude, pretty laaa-AAAARGH!" The last bit came from when the unfortunately angel tried to lean casually up against the door and missed.
"Are you OK?" asked Alexis, who was trying not to laugh.
"I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine," said the fair-haired boy, hopping up a bit painfully.
"LIIIIIIAM! What are you doing here with your WINGS OUT?"
"We were just talking," Liam sulked.
"I'm gonna tell MOM!"
"What will you tell me? Now, no one likes a tattle-tale, Abigail! LIAM, what ARE you doing standing there wings out! Put them away at once, young man!"
"Yes, Mom."
"HI AUNTIE RAZIEL! Did you wanna see my tryptich?"
"You have a new work, dearie? Oh, look, it's in the manner of Francis Bacon!"
"It's an homage, Auntie!"
"Look what you're brilliant son has done, Sariel! How is he EVER related to you, I cannot tell."
"It's a triptych!" Ganesh nearly squealed.
"Raziel!" Sariel huffed. "Does Alexis wanna bunch of art critics in her fucking room. HEY, EVERYBODY! CAN WE SHUT THE FUCK UP?"
A sudden silence followed.
"Look, you want me to send these clowns packing?" Sariel asked Alexis.
"Uh, well, actually. I guess I don't mind," she said shyly.
"See? We were gonna discuss military strategy!" Abby vowed.
"But I wanted to try out looks in salmon and magenta!" Raziel protested.
"Lady Alexis is our guest," Ganesh insisted. "We should inquire as to what she wants to do."
There were expectant looks.
"Well, when I'm sick at home, there's something I like to do with my Daddy...."
"So dis is Law an' Ordur?" Pickles puffed. He had suddenly appeared too. Alexis was kind of getting used to it. Though she thought the Pickles in this universe was human.
He handed down whatever he was smoking to Ganesh, who was starting to get terribly giggly.
"I don't understand why persons who choose law enforcement careers necessarily have to be so aesthetically pleasing in their looks!" Boon protested.
"Hmpt, you call that one good looking?" Ganesh huffed. "Whoever did her hair and makeup deserves a firing squad!"
"And who cut that suit?" Raziel grumbled. "I wanna take her to my tailor RIGHT NOW."
"I don't understand why nobody's just bribed the fucking judge yet," Sariel complained. "I mean, duh."
"Uncle Sariel, do you get to stab lots of people if you're a lawyer?" Abby asked.
"Oh, yeah, tons and tons of people," Sariel agreed, taking a long puff from whatever it was Pickles had been passing around. It got passed back up to Pickles, and Alexis made what she thought was a pretty crafty grab at it.
"NOT for you, young lady," Ganesh lectured, as he deftly snatched it out of her hand. "You are recovering from a respiratory illness."
"Yeah, no special blend until you're 847 years old," Sariel chuckled.
Abby looked at Alexis and rolled her eyes.
"This is getting TOO TACKY!" Raziel protested, grabbing the remote.
"Oh, now here is a fine show!" Ganesh approved.
"NOOOOO! I'm not watching fucking PROJECT RUNWAY!" Sariel wailed, but he was summarily yanked down off the bed and confined in about eight of Ganesh's arms.
"MOOOOOM! You can't make us watch THIS! There's no blood!" Liam whined. Elias snatched the remote from Raziel and clicked it.
"Wait, why is all of this in Spanish?" Alexis asked.
"OH MY GODS CORAZON DE AZUL!" Abby cried.
"Noooo!" said Sariel. "Turn it back to Project Runway."
"Oooo, I love that guy," Raziel sighed.
"Which guy?" asked Alexis.
"The guy with the long hair!" Abby cooed.
"EVERYBODY HATES THE GUY WITH THE LONG HAIR!" Liam whined.
"She belongs with that fellow with the eye patch," Ganesh noted. "Now, he's a capital fellow!"
"Dis is all about da fiery Yolanda, an' her life o' heartbreak!" Pickles was explaining.
"Can't I have some of your special blend?" Alexis asked.
"No. No yoo can't."
"Well, a rather restful evening inside, wasn't it?" Ganesh asked after they had all departed following a DVD of The Philadelphia Story and then some pie and then some more pie. "I do like an occasional movie night. It is not often that we are all together these days."
Alexis covered her mouth as a yawn crept out. "Sorry," she said.
"I think you are set for the evening. I have informed your fathers that you shall spend the night here. Oh, and this is something that belongs to our little boy. Well, he's not so little any more. As you know. But perhaps he could sit here with you tonight. To watch over. There we are. Go ahead and turn off the light when you're ready." And with that Ganesh gave her a very quick peck on the forehead and retreated out of the room.
Alexis looked up to see the object Ganesh had stuck on top of the headboard. It was a very old and threadbare plush toy. A little angel. She considered for a moment placing it back up on the headboard. But then, thinking again, she slid down under the covers, and, holding it to her, fell softly to sleep.
