Tangled (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Tangled (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ganesh wields a mighty hairbrush
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs
Notes: It's late July, and I am THINKING OF TURNING ON THE HEATER. Just thought you might like to know.
Charles entered the bedroom and noticed his part-time househusband sitting cross-legged on the bed, their son in his lap, hairbrush in hand, querulous expression on his face.
“What?” said Charles.
“Have you noticed,” said Ganesh, holding Elias's dark hair while the child played obliviously with his plush animals, “that when you comb out the tangles on one side of our child's hair, by the time you make your way over to the t'other side, the first side is already tangled up again?”
Elias giggled merrily, and Charles grinned. “You're just jealous because it take you two hours in front of the mirror to get the same effect.”
Ganesh held up the hopelessly gnarled locks, an accusing look on his face.
“You've heard the term, angel hair pasta?” asked Charles.
“Yes. It is a fine gauge noodle!”
“No. It's tangled up. Like angel hair.”
Ganesh's scowl deepened. “But the Lady Raziel-?”
“Hasn't brushed her hair since the Seventeenth Century.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Ganesh tousled his son's hair. “Perhaps if we used the right products....”
“You wanna use products on a baby? We could just give him a crew cut.”
Ganesh suddenly enveloped Elias protectively in two arms while the others wagged many fingers. “Cut his beautiful hair? NEVER!”
“But I thought you found it annoying?”
Ganesh considered. “Irritating, but lovely.” He kissed the top of Elias's head. “A definining angel characteristic.”
“Ya know, Ganesh, you might consider getting, you know, OUT today.”
“Perhaps.”
“When are you meeting Elegba?”
“Later in the week.”
“I gotta go to work,” said Charles, leaning over to kiss Elias. “You gonna be home to greet me tonight?" he asked Ganesh. "Wearing an apron?”
“Hmpf,” said Ganesh. And then, grabbing Charles by the tie, he added, “Wearing nothing but an apron?”
“I could go for that.”
“Would you wear the apron?”
“If I can have my damned tie back?” grinned Charles.
“Bush da hair,” chanted Elias, who had picked up the discarded hairbrush, and was having Lelefun groom Wunge. “An tangwelled! An Wunge an tangwelly wings!”
“Observe! Even the plush toy is irritating!” noted Ganesh.
“It's a talent.” Charles put out a hand to brush away a lock of Ganesh's hair.
“Be careful! That took me two hours in front of the mirror!”
“If angels are lovely but irritating, what are earth gods?” asked Charles, straightening up.
Ganesh leaned over to whisper, “Wear the apron, and maybe I'll tell you tonight.”
Charles grinned and disappeared.
“All right, you,” Ganesh said to Elias, lifting him off the bed. “Shall we go paint?”
“Baint! Bidchures!” agreed his son.
“We will see,” he said, taking Elias' hand, “if we may perhaps persuade some of the paint to end up on the canvas, rather than in our hair!”
"Anju hair!"
"Yes, that is a lovely idea. And then we will have angel hair pasta, which we will also attempt to not get in our hair. As a hint, it probably would help not to attempt to utilize the bowl as a hat this time."
Elias only giggled.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ganesh wields a mighty hairbrush
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs
Notes: It's late July, and I am THINKING OF TURNING ON THE HEATER. Just thought you might like to know.
Charles entered the bedroom and noticed his part-time househusband sitting cross-legged on the bed, their son in his lap, hairbrush in hand, querulous expression on his face.
“What?” said Charles.
“Have you noticed,” said Ganesh, holding Elias's dark hair while the child played obliviously with his plush animals, “that when you comb out the tangles on one side of our child's hair, by the time you make your way over to the t'other side, the first side is already tangled up again?”
Elias giggled merrily, and Charles grinned. “You're just jealous because it take you two hours in front of the mirror to get the same effect.”
Ganesh held up the hopelessly gnarled locks, an accusing look on his face.
“You've heard the term, angel hair pasta?” asked Charles.
“Yes. It is a fine gauge noodle!”
“No. It's tangled up. Like angel hair.”
Ganesh's scowl deepened. “But the Lady Raziel-?”
“Hasn't brushed her hair since the Seventeenth Century.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Ganesh tousled his son's hair. “Perhaps if we used the right products....”
“You wanna use products on a baby? We could just give him a crew cut.”
Ganesh suddenly enveloped Elias protectively in two arms while the others wagged many fingers. “Cut his beautiful hair? NEVER!”
“But I thought you found it annoying?”
Ganesh considered. “Irritating, but lovely.” He kissed the top of Elias's head. “A definining angel characteristic.”
“Ya know, Ganesh, you might consider getting, you know, OUT today.”
“Perhaps.”
“When are you meeting Elegba?”
“Later in the week.”
“I gotta go to work,” said Charles, leaning over to kiss Elias. “You gonna be home to greet me tonight?" he asked Ganesh. "Wearing an apron?”
“Hmpf,” said Ganesh. And then, grabbing Charles by the tie, he added, “Wearing nothing but an apron?”
“I could go for that.”
“Would you wear the apron?”
“If I can have my damned tie back?” grinned Charles.
“Bush da hair,” chanted Elias, who had picked up the discarded hairbrush, and was having Lelefun groom Wunge. “An tangwelled! An Wunge an tangwelly wings!”
“Observe! Even the plush toy is irritating!” noted Ganesh.
“It's a talent.” Charles put out a hand to brush away a lock of Ganesh's hair.
“Be careful! That took me two hours in front of the mirror!”
“If angels are lovely but irritating, what are earth gods?” asked Charles, straightening up.
Ganesh leaned over to whisper, “Wear the apron, and maybe I'll tell you tonight.”
Charles grinned and disappeared.
“All right, you,” Ganesh said to Elias, lifting him off the bed. “Shall we go paint?”
“Baint! Bidchures!” agreed his son.
“We will see,” he said, taking Elias' hand, “if we may perhaps persuade some of the paint to end up on the canvas, rather than in our hair!”
"Anju hair!"
"Yes, that is a lovely idea. And then we will have angel hair pasta, which we will also attempt to not get in our hair. As a hint, it probably would help not to attempt to utilize the bowl as a hat this time."
Elias only giggled.
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Date: 2011-07-27 12:42 am (UTC)“You wanna use products on a baby? We could just give him a crew cut.”
Ganesh suddenly enveloped Elias protectively in two arms while the others wagged many fingers. “Cut his beautiful hair? NEVER!”
Oh gosh, how many times have I seen little boys with their hair way past their shoulders because mama wouldn't take him to get a haircut. Of course, in this fandom, long hair is the norm. ;)
Oh, Charles? They do make hair detanglers for little ones, just in case you didn't know.
Hmm, if Raziel hasn't brushed her hair in centuries, how does it stay looking so good?
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Date: 2011-07-27 01:03 am (UTC)I saw a kid like that at Disneyland. Really cute little bugger, and was playing lightsaber with Daddy, which was extra cute. But I had NO CLUE if it was boy or girl.
Charles is just of the philosophy, if it takes more than ten minutes, don't bother. Since as Ganesh admits, Boon is gonna be totally covered in paint and pasta in an hour anyway. :D