C'mon, Vogue (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: C'mon, Vogue (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ganesh gets some press
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, couture
Notes: A bit more nonsense. I'll have a real chapter up probably tomorrow.
"Are you home, dearest? Won't you put your feet up? Can we take off your shoes? Need another pilow?"
"Uh, no, Ganesh, I'm OK," said Charles, attempting to sit on the couch whilst Ganesh fluffed pillows around him.
"Would you like anything? Little wing massage? Bit of pie?"
"Do we have any pie?"
"I'll just nip out and get some. How many would you like?"
"Weren't you just saying the other day I'm eating to much pie?"
"Oh, piffle," scoffed Ganesh.
"No. You said, 'Sahhriel,'" Charles said, trying to produce a twee accent, "'you eat tew much gahds dahmned pie, you ahre a greedy ahngel.'"
"Well, that was a bit intemperate of me, wasn't it?"
"Ganesh," said Charles, tossing away half dozen pillows Ganesh had tucked around him. "What. The. Fuck?"
"Oh, nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing at all, just making sure my sweet is all comfy cosy."
"OH MY GODS GANESHA THIS IS THE HOTTEST PHOTO SHOOT EVER," said Raziel, wildly waving a magazine.
"Oh, hello there Lady Raziel, so nice to see you, too bad you must go," Ganesh said, lunging between Raziel and Charles. Raziel skillfully ducked under his many arms and came out next to Charles.
"Did you see this, Sariel?" she asked, dumping the magazine on his lap.
"Oh, he can see it later. Now Charles is so very tired, so you need to scoot! Scoot scoot!" Ganesh urged, patting Raziel on the posterior while trying unsuccessfully to snatch the magazine away from Charles
"OK, Ganesh, I love you dearly, but next time you touch my ass, you lose half a dozen arms," Raziel warned.
"What is this?" asked Charles, pulling the magazine away from Ganesh's many-armed grasp.
"Vogue Hommes India!" said Raziel as Ganesh spun and clutched ineffectively at the periodical once more.
"This is that photo shoot you did a couple months back?" Charles asked, taking a quick step back while flipping pages.
"Oh, yes, bit of nonsense, as my uncle might say," Ganesh told him, plucking again at the magazine.
"Are you kidding? It's AMAZING!" said Raziel.
Charles suddenly glowered. He held up the article. Above a photo of Ganesh was splashed, "East Asia's Most Eliglble Bachelor?"
"Isn't he fabulous?" asked Raziel.
Charles' eyes were boring through Ganesh. "Bachelor?" he whispered.
"It has a question mark!" Ganesh pointed out.
But Charles was gone. There was just a magazine, lying open on the floor.
"This is one sexy photo shoot!" Raziel grinned, leaning over to scoop up her magazine.
"Raziel! What have you done?" Ganesh demanded.
Raziel was sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through the article. "Pffft. You're now officially the hottest man in East Asia. He won't be gone long."
Ganesh slumped down beside her.
"Oh, do NOT do that with the eyes," said Raziel staring down at the magazine. She glanced up at Ganesh, who was blinking mournfully at her. She shut the magazine in annoyance. "A'right, a'right, I'll go get Mr. Personality back. I know where he probably went. Just quit batting your goddam eyes!"
And then Raziel was gone.
Ganesh blinked back tears, and then extended a hand to slide the magazine nearer. "Hrm," he mused, "that did come out nicely, didn't it?"
The target exploded.
"Are you using the hollow points again?" asked Raziel holding up one side of Charles' ear protection.
"Get off," he grumbled at her.
"Why are you so grumpy? I really don't see the down side," she told him.
Charles put down the gun on the shooting range's shelf and threw off the headset. "What would you do if one of your magazines called Wotan a fucking bachelor?"
"Go DESTROY stuff," Raziel grinned. Charles nodded. "So, you suddenly don't like destroying stuff? And if someone looked at Ganesh...."
"I'd tear their head off with my bare hands!"
Raziel grinned and held. "So? And Ganesh will go, "Oooo, Saaahriel, you remewved thaht mahn's cranium perchahnce becahse you are haaaat for me?'"
'You know," Charles confided, "He kinda loses the accent when he gets worked up."
"Heh. Which is probably a lot. Around you?"
"Yeah. Probably. Lots," Charles admitted.
"So. Have you made him sit all alone and fabulous for long enough?"
Charles shrugged.
"Don't worry. Maybe we can pay him back. Maybe I can get you into the Vogue Sexy Chartered Accountants issue."
"The Vogue Sexy Chartered.... That doesn't really exist, does it?"
"Well, we'd probably have to find a sexy chartered accountant first." Raziel grinned and disappeared.
And reappeared. "Oh, and this is my issue of Vogue Hommes India! Don't wrinkle it up too much!"
"Why would we wrinkle it?" Charles asked, taking the magazine.
"When you make him duplicate all the photo poses tonight. I'd really recommend the one on page 220!"
And then she was gone.
Charles frowned. He flipped through the pages.
He stopped.
He raised an eyebrow.
And then he was gone too.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ganesh gets some press
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, couture
Notes: A bit more nonsense. I'll have a real chapter up probably tomorrow.
"Are you home, dearest? Won't you put your feet up? Can we take off your shoes? Need another pilow?"
"Uh, no, Ganesh, I'm OK," said Charles, attempting to sit on the couch whilst Ganesh fluffed pillows around him.
"Would you like anything? Little wing massage? Bit of pie?"
"Do we have any pie?"
"I'll just nip out and get some. How many would you like?"
"Weren't you just saying the other day I'm eating to much pie?"
"Oh, piffle," scoffed Ganesh.
"No. You said, 'Sahhriel,'" Charles said, trying to produce a twee accent, "'you eat tew much gahds dahmned pie, you ahre a greedy ahngel.'"
"Well, that was a bit intemperate of me, wasn't it?"
"Ganesh," said Charles, tossing away half dozen pillows Ganesh had tucked around him. "What. The. Fuck?"
"Oh, nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing at all, just making sure my sweet is all comfy cosy."
"OH MY GODS GANESHA THIS IS THE HOTTEST PHOTO SHOOT EVER," said Raziel, wildly waving a magazine.
"Oh, hello there Lady Raziel, so nice to see you, too bad you must go," Ganesh said, lunging between Raziel and Charles. Raziel skillfully ducked under his many arms and came out next to Charles.
"Did you see this, Sariel?" she asked, dumping the magazine on his lap.
"Oh, he can see it later. Now Charles is so very tired, so you need to scoot! Scoot scoot!" Ganesh urged, patting Raziel on the posterior while trying unsuccessfully to snatch the magazine away from Charles
"OK, Ganesh, I love you dearly, but next time you touch my ass, you lose half a dozen arms," Raziel warned.
"What is this?" asked Charles, pulling the magazine away from Ganesh's many-armed grasp.
"Vogue Hommes India!" said Raziel as Ganesh spun and clutched ineffectively at the periodical once more.
"This is that photo shoot you did a couple months back?" Charles asked, taking a quick step back while flipping pages.
"Oh, yes, bit of nonsense, as my uncle might say," Ganesh told him, plucking again at the magazine.
"Are you kidding? It's AMAZING!" said Raziel.
Charles suddenly glowered. He held up the article. Above a photo of Ganesh was splashed, "East Asia's Most Eliglble Bachelor?"
"Isn't he fabulous?" asked Raziel.
Charles' eyes were boring through Ganesh. "Bachelor?" he whispered.
"It has a question mark!" Ganesh pointed out.
But Charles was gone. There was just a magazine, lying open on the floor.
"This is one sexy photo shoot!" Raziel grinned, leaning over to scoop up her magazine.
"Raziel! What have you done?" Ganesh demanded.
Raziel was sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through the article. "Pffft. You're now officially the hottest man in East Asia. He won't be gone long."
Ganesh slumped down beside her.
"Oh, do NOT do that with the eyes," said Raziel staring down at the magazine. She glanced up at Ganesh, who was blinking mournfully at her. She shut the magazine in annoyance. "A'right, a'right, I'll go get Mr. Personality back. I know where he probably went. Just quit batting your goddam eyes!"
And then Raziel was gone.
Ganesh blinked back tears, and then extended a hand to slide the magazine nearer. "Hrm," he mused, "that did come out nicely, didn't it?"
The target exploded.
"Are you using the hollow points again?" asked Raziel holding up one side of Charles' ear protection.
"Get off," he grumbled at her.
"Why are you so grumpy? I really don't see the down side," she told him.
Charles put down the gun on the shooting range's shelf and threw off the headset. "What would you do if one of your magazines called Wotan a fucking bachelor?"
"Go DESTROY stuff," Raziel grinned. Charles nodded. "So, you suddenly don't like destroying stuff? And if someone looked at Ganesh...."
"I'd tear their head off with my bare hands!"
Raziel grinned and held. "So? And Ganesh will go, "Oooo, Saaahriel, you remewved thaht mahn's cranium perchahnce becahse you are haaaat for me?'"
'You know," Charles confided, "He kinda loses the accent when he gets worked up."
"Heh. Which is probably a lot. Around you?"
"Yeah. Probably. Lots," Charles admitted.
"So. Have you made him sit all alone and fabulous for long enough?"
Charles shrugged.
"Don't worry. Maybe we can pay him back. Maybe I can get you into the Vogue Sexy Chartered Accountants issue."
"The Vogue Sexy Chartered.... That doesn't really exist, does it?"
"Well, we'd probably have to find a sexy chartered accountant first." Raziel grinned and disappeared.
And reappeared. "Oh, and this is my issue of Vogue Hommes India! Don't wrinkle it up too much!"
"Why would we wrinkle it?" Charles asked, taking the magazine.
"When you make him duplicate all the photo poses tonight. I'd really recommend the one on page 220!"
And then she was gone.
Charles frowned. He flipped through the pages.
He stopped.
He raised an eyebrow.
And then he was gone too.
