Bedtime Story (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Bedtime Story (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Of elephants and angels.
Notes: I'm not sure why, but my Charles character couldn't tell a story if you whacked him with a stick.
“So, there was a handsome elephant....”
“No!”
“What?” asked Ganesh, looking up from Boon's little bed.
“No more Gary Stus, Ganesh!”
“I'm sorry?”
“You write yourself into his bedtimes stories!” Charles sighed. “And you come in and you solve all the problems and save everyone.”
“It's not necessarily me!” protested Ganesh, touseling Elias' already touseled hair. “Why, it could be just any, handsome, well-tailored elephant, with superior swordfighting abilities as well as degrees in law and medicine....”
“Ganesh! That's not realistic!”
“It's a fable, Sariel.”
“Then tell him something about an angel who saves the day.”
“Well, why don't YOU do the telling then,” said Ganesh, standing up and beckoning Charles to sit.
Charles glowered and plopped down on the bed.
“Lelefun, Dada?” asked Elias, shaking his plush toy at his father.
“No, Boon,” said Charles, picking up Wunge instead. “This is a story about an angel. And, he was really, really awesome! He was the most awesome, and wonderful, and awesome angel! An, uh, people liked him. And, uh, women thought he was awesome!”
“Did the awesome angel actually achieve anything? I mean, other than admiring himself in the mirror?” inquired Ganesh, studying his manicure.
“Of course he did stuff!” said Charles, giving Wunge a good rattle for emphasis. “He did … awesome stuff!”
“He ate rather a lot of pie. And then got a bad tummy ache.”
Elias began to giggle. “An hungwy Wunge?”
“No! Wait! I'm telling this story!” protested Charles.
“And then the handsome (and terribly well-dressed) elephant doctor had to give him a bicarbonate.”
“There's no elephant in this story!”
“I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?” asked Raziel, who had just appeared in the nursery.
“Oh, hello, Lady Raziel!” said Ganesh.
“Someone can't go to sleep without their best friend,” she said, digging a slightly dusty Pretty Pretty Princess out from under Elias's bed.
“Raziel, he keeps making this story about elephants!” Charles whined.
“All good stories are about elephants!” Ganesh reasoned.
“But it's supposed to be a story about an awesome angel!”
Raziel frowned. “OK, let me take a crack.” She bounced up on the bed beside Elias. “So. There was a little elephant angel. An eleph-angel!”
“Lelef-wunge!” gasped Elias, his eyes wide.
“Lelef-wunge. And, he flew in on his tiny wings, and gave everybody good night kisses with his little trunk,” she said, giving Elias an Eskimo kiss.
"Night night, Lelef-wunge!" said Raziel.
"Nigh nigh." Elias blinked and gave a big eleph-angel yawn.
Charles was about to criticize the dramatic texture of this particular story, but was stilled by Ganesh's foot coming down hard on his.
Raziel hustled the two daddies out of the room as Elias produced his first eleph-angel snore.
“That was rather ingenious,” whispered Ganesh, as they closed the door.
“Yeah, you'll just have to convince Toki to knit you an elephant with wings,” she said, and then, waving Pretty Pretty Princess, disappeared.
“Well, that was a nice story, I think you'll agree,” concluded Ganesh.
“Huh,” said Charles, nodding.
“I guess it just shows, cooperation is always best!”
“Yeah,” said Charles. “I guess you're right.”
“Coming to bed?” asked Ganesh, walking off.
Charles suddenly frowned. “Waitaminnit,” he said. “Why is it an eleph-angel, and not an angel-phant?”
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Of elephants and angels.
Notes: I'm not sure why, but my Charles character couldn't tell a story if you whacked him with a stick.
“So, there was a handsome elephant....”
“No!”
“What?” asked Ganesh, looking up from Boon's little bed.
“No more Gary Stus, Ganesh!”
“I'm sorry?”
“You write yourself into his bedtimes stories!” Charles sighed. “And you come in and you solve all the problems and save everyone.”
“It's not necessarily me!” protested Ganesh, touseling Elias' already touseled hair. “Why, it could be just any, handsome, well-tailored elephant, with superior swordfighting abilities as well as degrees in law and medicine....”
“Ganesh! That's not realistic!”
“It's a fable, Sariel.”
“Then tell him something about an angel who saves the day.”
“Well, why don't YOU do the telling then,” said Ganesh, standing up and beckoning Charles to sit.
Charles glowered and plopped down on the bed.
“Lelefun, Dada?” asked Elias, shaking his plush toy at his father.
“No, Boon,” said Charles, picking up Wunge instead. “This is a story about an angel. And, he was really, really awesome! He was the most awesome, and wonderful, and awesome angel! An, uh, people liked him. And, uh, women thought he was awesome!”
“Did the awesome angel actually achieve anything? I mean, other than admiring himself in the mirror?” inquired Ganesh, studying his manicure.
“Of course he did stuff!” said Charles, giving Wunge a good rattle for emphasis. “He did … awesome stuff!”
“He ate rather a lot of pie. And then got a bad tummy ache.”
Elias began to giggle. “An hungwy Wunge?”
“No! Wait! I'm telling this story!” protested Charles.
“And then the handsome (and terribly well-dressed) elephant doctor had to give him a bicarbonate.”
“There's no elephant in this story!”
“I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?” asked Raziel, who had just appeared in the nursery.
“Oh, hello, Lady Raziel!” said Ganesh.
“Someone can't go to sleep without their best friend,” she said, digging a slightly dusty Pretty Pretty Princess out from under Elias's bed.
“Raziel, he keeps making this story about elephants!” Charles whined.
“All good stories are about elephants!” Ganesh reasoned.
“But it's supposed to be a story about an awesome angel!”
Raziel frowned. “OK, let me take a crack.” She bounced up on the bed beside Elias. “So. There was a little elephant angel. An eleph-angel!”
“Lelef-wunge!” gasped Elias, his eyes wide.
“Lelef-wunge. And, he flew in on his tiny wings, and gave everybody good night kisses with his little trunk,” she said, giving Elias an Eskimo kiss.
"Night night, Lelef-wunge!" said Raziel.
"Nigh nigh." Elias blinked and gave a big eleph-angel yawn.
Charles was about to criticize the dramatic texture of this particular story, but was stilled by Ganesh's foot coming down hard on his.
Raziel hustled the two daddies out of the room as Elias produced his first eleph-angel snore.
“That was rather ingenious,” whispered Ganesh, as they closed the door.
“Yeah, you'll just have to convince Toki to knit you an elephant with wings,” she said, and then, waving Pretty Pretty Princess, disappeared.
“Well, that was a nice story, I think you'll agree,” concluded Ganesh.
“Huh,” said Charles, nodding.
“I guess it just shows, cooperation is always best!”
“Yeah,” said Charles. “I guess you're right.”
“Coming to bed?” asked Ganesh, walking off.
Charles suddenly frowned. “Waitaminnit,” he said. “Why is it an eleph-angel, and not an angel-phant?”
