Career Day (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Career Day (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A beachside discussion of the future.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: I am so sunburned. So very, very sunburned.
"S-K-" enunciated Charles.
"SKID?" asked Elias.
They were both under the very large beach umbrella. Neither particularly needed it, as Elias had the equivalent of three gallons of various sunscreens slathered over him, in addition to an elephant beach hat. (Where the hell his doting Auntie Sarasvati found this stuff, Charles had no idea.) And Charles' angel skin neither tanned nor burned, however, as Raziel pointed out, it looked a bit odd for someone posing as a human to sit in bright beach sunlight for many hours with no visible effect.
"S-K-W-"
"Kswid?" asked Elias.
"No, but I sorta like yours. Squid."
A look of furious concentration. Ganesh swore up and down he looked exactly like Charles when he did this. Charles, for his part, wondered if it was possible to burst something with the effort of pronunciation. "Kwid?"
"SSSS-quid."
"SSSSSSSquid." Elias blinked in disbelief. "Squid?"
"Squid."
"Squidsquidsquid!" It was obviously the best word ever invented.
"Did you learn a new word?" asked Ganesh, just wandering up from the beach. He also had no need of a beach umbrella, as the sun's effect on him seemed limited to marginally improving his already perfect tan.
"Squidsquid!" Elias told him. It was such an extraordinary word, it would have been a waste to only speak once. "Squidsquidsquid."
"Nobel prize winning marine biologist!" Ganesh gushed, gathering up his prodigy in his arms.
"Is there a Nobel Prize for squid?" Charles pleasantly inquired, taking a sip of his beer.
"You may doubt this, but we are raising the next Cousteau!"
"Shri Brahma Vishnu Maheshwara Cousteau? Ganesh...."
"What?"
"Dada? Boon an plish-plash?" asked Elias, waving excitedly at the surf.
"Only as deep as your ankles! NO FURTHER!" At Ganesh's admonition, the boy raced the short distance to the intertidal zone and began to stamp on the incoming sea water.
"You know, he could fly out if it got too rough," Charles reasoned as Ganesh collapsed into the beach chair next to his.
"He doesn't seem to bring the wings out as much since he's learned to walk."
"Raziel's kids too. They run everywhere."
"I assume Valhalla is still coated in peanut butter?"
"Yeah. But only yay high," said Charles, holding his nom-beer hand about toddler height.
"So, what were you admonishing me about?" asked Ganesh, locating his own long-necked lager.
"This trip, besides a marine biologist, you've turned Boon into an architect, painter, engineer, doctor, lawyer.... I don't remember if you specifically said Indian chief, but I may not have noticed."
"I have high aspirations!"
"So, he's gonna help squid with their architectural legal problems?"
"Perhaps!"
"But he's the human equivalent of, what? A two year old?"
"It is never too early!"
"But Ganesh, I didn't figure out what I wanted to do 'till I was nearly two thousand years old. And you're, what, seventeen centuries, and you just quit your job to bum around with some voodoo guy?"
"He's not just any vodouisant!"
"What if Boon wants to, I dunno, be a rock musician, or something like that?"
"WHAT!" As the child in question had just pattered up to Ganesh in order to show him a particularly intriguing conch shell, Ganesh held him by his small shoulders and asked, "Would you do that? Take your father's heart and rip it from his chest?" Elias only giggled merrily in response.
"So, he's gonna be a cardiac surgeon?" Charles asked over his beer.
Releasing Elias to go commune with the tide, Ganesh arched an eyebrow Charles' way. "Well, I suppose that would probably be all right. You will be as accepting then, if he's not as successful as ... Oh, say, Raziel's children?"
Charles's face suddenly held a look of furious concentration, such as some might wear when considering the pronunciation of cephalopodia.
"Dada!" squealed Elias, presenting Charles with a new treasure. "Shiny shell!"
Charles frowned. "Uh. Poet laureate?" he asked Ganesh. The god grinned, and they clinked beer bottles.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A beachside discussion of the future.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: I am so sunburned. So very, very sunburned.
"S-K-" enunciated Charles.
"SKID?" asked Elias.
They were both under the very large beach umbrella. Neither particularly needed it, as Elias had the equivalent of three gallons of various sunscreens slathered over him, in addition to an elephant beach hat. (Where the hell his doting Auntie Sarasvati found this stuff, Charles had no idea.) And Charles' angel skin neither tanned nor burned, however, as Raziel pointed out, it looked a bit odd for someone posing as a human to sit in bright beach sunlight for many hours with no visible effect.
"S-K-W-"
"Kswid?" asked Elias.
"No, but I sorta like yours. Squid."
A look of furious concentration. Ganesh swore up and down he looked exactly like Charles when he did this. Charles, for his part, wondered if it was possible to burst something with the effort of pronunciation. "Kwid?"
"SSSS-quid."
"SSSSSSSquid." Elias blinked in disbelief. "Squid?"
"Squid."
"Squidsquidsquid!" It was obviously the best word ever invented.
"Did you learn a new word?" asked Ganesh, just wandering up from the beach. He also had no need of a beach umbrella, as the sun's effect on him seemed limited to marginally improving his already perfect tan.
"Squidsquid!" Elias told him. It was such an extraordinary word, it would have been a waste to only speak once. "Squidsquidsquid."
"Nobel prize winning marine biologist!" Ganesh gushed, gathering up his prodigy in his arms.
"Is there a Nobel Prize for squid?" Charles pleasantly inquired, taking a sip of his beer.
"You may doubt this, but we are raising the next Cousteau!"
"Shri Brahma Vishnu Maheshwara Cousteau? Ganesh...."
"What?"
"Dada? Boon an plish-plash?" asked Elias, waving excitedly at the surf.
"Only as deep as your ankles! NO FURTHER!" At Ganesh's admonition, the boy raced the short distance to the intertidal zone and began to stamp on the incoming sea water.
"You know, he could fly out if it got too rough," Charles reasoned as Ganesh collapsed into the beach chair next to his.
"He doesn't seem to bring the wings out as much since he's learned to walk."
"Raziel's kids too. They run everywhere."
"I assume Valhalla is still coated in peanut butter?"
"Yeah. But only yay high," said Charles, holding his nom-beer hand about toddler height.
"So, what were you admonishing me about?" asked Ganesh, locating his own long-necked lager.
"This trip, besides a marine biologist, you've turned Boon into an architect, painter, engineer, doctor, lawyer.... I don't remember if you specifically said Indian chief, but I may not have noticed."
"I have high aspirations!"
"So, he's gonna help squid with their architectural legal problems?"
"Perhaps!"
"But he's the human equivalent of, what? A two year old?"
"It is never too early!"
"But Ganesh, I didn't figure out what I wanted to do 'till I was nearly two thousand years old. And you're, what, seventeen centuries, and you just quit your job to bum around with some voodoo guy?"
"He's not just any vodouisant!"
"What if Boon wants to, I dunno, be a rock musician, or something like that?"
"WHAT!" As the child in question had just pattered up to Ganesh in order to show him a particularly intriguing conch shell, Ganesh held him by his small shoulders and asked, "Would you do that? Take your father's heart and rip it from his chest?" Elias only giggled merrily in response.
"So, he's gonna be a cardiac surgeon?" Charles asked over his beer.
Releasing Elias to go commune with the tide, Ganesh arched an eyebrow Charles' way. "Well, I suppose that would probably be all right. You will be as accepting then, if he's not as successful as ... Oh, say, Raziel's children?"
Charles's face suddenly held a look of furious concentration, such as some might wear when considering the pronunciation of cephalopodia.
"Dada!" squealed Elias, presenting Charles with a new treasure. "Shiny shell!"
Charles frowned. "Uh. Poet laureate?" he asked Ganesh. The god grinned, and they clinked beer bottles.
