Donner and Blitzen (Mythklok Interstital)
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tikificTitle: Donner and Blitzen (Mythklok Interstital)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Atmospheric phenomena
Warnings: Plush toys, angels being annoying
Notes: Yeah, it's rainy season again.
Ganesh blinked awake as he became aware of the lack of pressure on his chest. He cast his eyes about the bedroom and noticed the soft line of warm yellowy light underneath the bathroom door. He stretched and nestled back into the pillow, enjoying a peaceful moment lacking the weight of an angel, and listening to the soothing patter of rain against the windowpane.
He saw the flash, the arc of light, briefly flash the curtains to near translucency. He started to count, but barely got to one before the loud report of thunder.
“Was that an explosion?” Sariel, returned from the bathroom, was squirming back into bed.
“Thunder,” said Ganesh.
“You sure it wasn't an explosion?” asked Sariel, now wriggling back into his former position, curled atop Ganesh.
“I saw the lightning,” said Ganesh, frowning slightly.
“It sounded like an explosion,” Sariel insisted.
“You intend to sleep back up there?” asked Ganesh, slight irritation now entering his voice. Sariel usually at least waited until he was sound asleep to change positions and smother him.
“You're scared of thunder,” Sariel told him, finding his most comfy spot on the elephant god's chest.
“I thought you said it was an explosion?” asked Ganesh, who could already hear the angel begin to snore.
“DADA!” Both of them turned towards the edge of the bed, where stood a round-eyed toddler dressed in baggy elephant pajammies, lugging what looked like half the plush toys of the eastern seaboard in his chubby little arms. “Da boom, an sky, an loud!” he explained.
“Aw, it's OK,” Sariel, who had already slipped to the edge of the bed, told Elias. “It's only lightning.”
“I thought it was an explosion!” smiled Ganesh.
“You come on up here with us,” Sariel comforted the toddler, placing him and the contingent of soft animals and other beings all atop Ganesh's chest.
“Room for all up here, hmmm?” sighed Ganesh.
“Baap is afraid of thunder,” Sariel, squeezing atop the elephant god along with his son. “So we gotta protect him. He's pretty lucky he's got angels.”
“You said it was an explosion,” said Ganesh.
“It sounded like an explosion!”
“All right. All right. It was an explosion,” said Ganesh.
“It was probably thunder,” sighed Sariel as he drifted off to sleep, leaving Ganesh to spend his night safely protected from the elements by soft animals and copious angel drool.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Atmospheric phenomena
Warnings: Plush toys, angels being annoying
Notes: Yeah, it's rainy season again.
Ganesh blinked awake as he became aware of the lack of pressure on his chest. He cast his eyes about the bedroom and noticed the soft line of warm yellowy light underneath the bathroom door. He stretched and nestled back into the pillow, enjoying a peaceful moment lacking the weight of an angel, and listening to the soothing patter of rain against the windowpane.
He saw the flash, the arc of light, briefly flash the curtains to near translucency. He started to count, but barely got to one before the loud report of thunder.
“Was that an explosion?” Sariel, returned from the bathroom, was squirming back into bed.
“Thunder,” said Ganesh.
“You sure it wasn't an explosion?” asked Sariel, now wriggling back into his former position, curled atop Ganesh.
“I saw the lightning,” said Ganesh, frowning slightly.
“It sounded like an explosion,” Sariel insisted.
“You intend to sleep back up there?” asked Ganesh, slight irritation now entering his voice. Sariel usually at least waited until he was sound asleep to change positions and smother him.
“You're scared of thunder,” Sariel told him, finding his most comfy spot on the elephant god's chest.
“I thought you said it was an explosion?” asked Ganesh, who could already hear the angel begin to snore.
“DADA!” Both of them turned towards the edge of the bed, where stood a round-eyed toddler dressed in baggy elephant pajammies, lugging what looked like half the plush toys of the eastern seaboard in his chubby little arms. “Da boom, an sky, an loud!” he explained.
“Aw, it's OK,” Sariel, who had already slipped to the edge of the bed, told Elias. “It's only lightning.”
“I thought it was an explosion!” smiled Ganesh.
“You come on up here with us,” Sariel comforted the toddler, placing him and the contingent of soft animals and other beings all atop Ganesh's chest.
“Room for all up here, hmmm?” sighed Ganesh.
“Baap is afraid of thunder,” Sariel, squeezing atop the elephant god along with his son. “So we gotta protect him. He's pretty lucky he's got angels.”
“You said it was an explosion,” said Ganesh.
“It sounded like an explosion!”
“All right. All right. It was an explosion,” said Ganesh.
“It was probably thunder,” sighed Sariel as he drifted off to sleep, leaving Ganesh to spend his night safely protected from the elements by soft animals and copious angel drool.
