Traditions (Mythklok Interstitial)
Nov. 17th, 2011 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tikificTitle: Traditions (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Carrying on a culture
Warnings: Pie and nonsense.
Lord Ganesh stretched his long legs over the end of the sofa in the living room at Mordhaus. He was not in the best of moods. Back home, at his lovely residence in the foothills of the Himalayas, the crisp fall weather would be approaching, bringing clear blue skies and bracing breezes from the mountains. But here: here the weather always seemed to be moody. And there was no view of majestic mountains, nor sweeping valleys, only endless stretches of clouds, like an international airplane flight that had dragged on twenty hours too long.
He heard a clattering, like the stomping of many feet, and his expression immediately brightened. He looked down to see his child, Elias, smiling up at him. “Hello, you,” he said. Ganesh leaned over and grabbed Elias, picking him up in the only sensible manner one might lift a small boy: legs on top, giggling head down below.
“Oh, dear, there is something terribly wrong with my child!” Ganesh told him.
“Boonie id bie syddown!” laughed Elias.
“What?”
“He said, PIE SIDE DOWN,” supplied Nathan Explosion, who was sitting across the room, doing not much of anything at all.
Ganesh righted Elias, so he was now speaking to the child's head and not his flashing tennis shoes. “Pie side down?”
“Uh-huh!”
“It's an ANGEL EXPRESSION!” explained Nathan.
Ganesh regarded his son, and then the singer. “It is most certainly not,” he replied.
“Is so!” rejoindered Nathan. “Charles says so.”
“Charles is not a fully reliable arbiter of such things.”
“Of course he is. He's an ANGEL,” said Nathan.
“I rest my case,” declared Ganesh, who was standing up.
“We have to teach Boon about ANGEL CULTURE and TRADITIONS.”
“Nathan. This is not carrying on tradition. This is what you Americans might refer to as making shit up.”
“Well. Yeah. Maybe. That's probably an ANGEL TRADITION too,” laughed Nathan.
“Come along,” Ganesh told Elias. “We need to address the source of this matter.”
Not surprisingly, they found Charles in his office. His face edged a half smile when Elias clambered into his lap and then unceremoniously grabbed up his mouse and proceeded to open the Photoshop program on his laptop.
“Sariel.”
“Ganesh?”
“What's all this about pie side down?”
The half smile cracked into a full one. “Do you need something to keep you busy? Because if you do, we have-”
“Sariel! Just last week we celebrated International Pie Appreciation Day for the third time this year.”
“Yeah, it's about time for another one, huh?”
“You can't keep filling the boy's head with complete and utter nonsense about angels!”
“It's harmless.”
“Boon doesn't have to rely on what I say, or even what I do, for my family's traditions. He sees my family, and has begun to participate in our ceremonies. He does not have that luxury with you!”
Charles leaned back while Elias mouse-clicked with a furious concentration. “Ganesh, what did you spend most of last century doing?”
Ganesh frowned, collapsing into a guest chair. “Probably far too much time in professional schooling,” he mused.
“I mean, the earlier part of the century?”
Ganesh cringed. “Killing angels,” he said softly.
“Yeah. Because we came in to kill you first, right?” Ganesh nodded sadly. “You wanna tradition? That's our tradition.”
“Baap! Baap!” sang Elias, turning around the laptop so Ganesh could see. He peered at the screen. It was a portrait of none other than himself.
Looking terribly peevish.
“Bidchure fo' Baap!” said Elias.
“It is a lovely portrayal, dear,” said Ganesh. “Rather too accurate.” He stood and held out a hand. “Come. We obviously need to get you some pie.” Elias was already off Charles' lap and at his side.
“Cool. What kind?” asked Charles, also standing. “Do we still have the pumpkin?”
“I don't recall asking you along,” smiled Ganesh.
“It's an angelic tradition! Inviting yourself along for pie.”
“Is it?” asked Ganesh. “Well, I suppose I shall have to educate myself regarding your culture.”
“Also,” said Charles as they made the office doorway, “angels always get the biggest piece.”
“Uh-huh!” said Elias.
“I was not aware that angels bothered cutting their pies into pieces,” said Ganesh.
“We have pieces. They're just really big. Like, sometimes the whole pie."
"Uh-huh!"
"Or even two pies...."
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Carrying on a culture
Warnings: Pie and nonsense.
Lord Ganesh stretched his long legs over the end of the sofa in the living room at Mordhaus. He was not in the best of moods. Back home, at his lovely residence in the foothills of the Himalayas, the crisp fall weather would be approaching, bringing clear blue skies and bracing breezes from the mountains. But here: here the weather always seemed to be moody. And there was no view of majestic mountains, nor sweeping valleys, only endless stretches of clouds, like an international airplane flight that had dragged on twenty hours too long.
He heard a clattering, like the stomping of many feet, and his expression immediately brightened. He looked down to see his child, Elias, smiling up at him. “Hello, you,” he said. Ganesh leaned over and grabbed Elias, picking him up in the only sensible manner one might lift a small boy: legs on top, giggling head down below.
“Oh, dear, there is something terribly wrong with my child!” Ganesh told him.
“Boonie id bie syddown!” laughed Elias.
“What?”
“He said, PIE SIDE DOWN,” supplied Nathan Explosion, who was sitting across the room, doing not much of anything at all.
Ganesh righted Elias, so he was now speaking to the child's head and not his flashing tennis shoes. “Pie side down?”
“Uh-huh!”
“It's an ANGEL EXPRESSION!” explained Nathan.
Ganesh regarded his son, and then the singer. “It is most certainly not,” he replied.
“Is so!” rejoindered Nathan. “Charles says so.”
“Charles is not a fully reliable arbiter of such things.”
“Of course he is. He's an ANGEL,” said Nathan.
“I rest my case,” declared Ganesh, who was standing up.
“We have to teach Boon about ANGEL CULTURE and TRADITIONS.”
“Nathan. This is not carrying on tradition. This is what you Americans might refer to as making shit up.”
“Well. Yeah. Maybe. That's probably an ANGEL TRADITION too,” laughed Nathan.
“Come along,” Ganesh told Elias. “We need to address the source of this matter.”
Not surprisingly, they found Charles in his office. His face edged a half smile when Elias clambered into his lap and then unceremoniously grabbed up his mouse and proceeded to open the Photoshop program on his laptop.
“Sariel.”
“Ganesh?”
“What's all this about pie side down?”
The half smile cracked into a full one. “Do you need something to keep you busy? Because if you do, we have-”
“Sariel! Just last week we celebrated International Pie Appreciation Day for the third time this year.”
“Yeah, it's about time for another one, huh?”
“You can't keep filling the boy's head with complete and utter nonsense about angels!”
“It's harmless.”
“Boon doesn't have to rely on what I say, or even what I do, for my family's traditions. He sees my family, and has begun to participate in our ceremonies. He does not have that luxury with you!”
Charles leaned back while Elias mouse-clicked with a furious concentration. “Ganesh, what did you spend most of last century doing?”
Ganesh frowned, collapsing into a guest chair. “Probably far too much time in professional schooling,” he mused.
“I mean, the earlier part of the century?”
Ganesh cringed. “Killing angels,” he said softly.
“Yeah. Because we came in to kill you first, right?” Ganesh nodded sadly. “You wanna tradition? That's our tradition.”
“Baap! Baap!” sang Elias, turning around the laptop so Ganesh could see. He peered at the screen. It was a portrait of none other than himself.
Looking terribly peevish.
“Bidchure fo' Baap!” said Elias.
“It is a lovely portrayal, dear,” said Ganesh. “Rather too accurate.” He stood and held out a hand. “Come. We obviously need to get you some pie.” Elias was already off Charles' lap and at his side.
“Cool. What kind?” asked Charles, also standing. “Do we still have the pumpkin?”
“I don't recall asking you along,” smiled Ganesh.
“It's an angelic tradition! Inviting yourself along for pie.”
“Is it?” asked Ganesh. “Well, I suppose I shall have to educate myself regarding your culture.”
“Also,” said Charles as they made the office doorway, “angels always get the biggest piece.”
“Uh-huh!” said Elias.
“I was not aware that angels bothered cutting their pies into pieces,” said Ganesh.
“We have pieces. They're just really big. Like, sometimes the whole pie."
"Uh-huh!"
"Or even two pies...."
