In the Garden (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: In the Garden (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A tale of Pretty Pretty Princess and heartbreak.
Warnings: Just the normal: this one is mostly boring OCs.
“OK, you kids be good,” urged Jacque as the three angel cousins burst into his gardens, wide eyed. “Oh, and that there is my niece, Monique. You should go up and dit bonjour if you’ve a mind to,” he explained, indicating a tiny, dark-skinned girl playing contentedly, all alone, in the shade of the bright tropical sun.
“Yes, Papa!” called Elias as the god strolled away.
Abby and Liam cast a knowing glance at each other, having little intention at the “being good” part of Jacque’s instructions.
The little girl looked up at the sound of voices, at the three children more or less big as her.
One of them had lots of funny red hair.
She batted a pair rather large brown eyes at Liam.
Suddenly, the small, stocky, curly-haired boy froze. He stood, clutching at his chest. What could have just happened? He felt his tiny heart had just burst, filling him with all the warmth contained in the universe.
“Leem?” inquired Elias, who wondered if his cousin might have just suffered a bad bee sting, or some comparable catastrophe.
Liam turned. He knew what he must do.
A moment or two later, Monique looked up from where she was playing. The funny little red haired boy now stood over her, panting.
“Neeq!” he called. He extracted something from a pocket in his overalls, and thrust out his arm, holding it out for her examiniation.
“SWUG!” he explained, proudly showing off the slimy creature.
Monique frowned, uncertain.
Liam’s dark-haired sister, Abby, had also just arrived. She too frowned at her obviously mentally challenged brother. She too now flourished an object: a Pretty Pretty Princess doll.
Monique now let out a small gasp. And then, she too was holding out a Pretty Pretty Princess doll.
Grinning in triumph, Abby thumped down on her bottom next to Monique, and the two girls began to play, oblivious to the pains of a rejected suitor.
“DA-DEEEEE!”
Charles looked up to see his son barreling at him, a teary-eyed cousin in tow. He reached into a jacket pocket for where he kept the Band-Aids. He wasn’t quite certain why some people made such a fuss over raising kids: most of their problems could be solved with peanut butter sandwiches or a Transformers Band Aid.
“All right,” said Charles, “where is the grievous injury? Knee? Bow-bow?” he asked, giving a list of likely sites.
To his surprise, Liam peeled up his shirt, revealing a slightly bulging little tummy. The boy then put a chubby finger right to his breastbone.
Charles scowled, Baid-Aid poised. “Uh. You got a broken heart?”
“Uh-huh!” said Elias, as Liam nodded enthusiastically, curls shaking.
“Huh,” said Charles, sticking the Band-Aid back in his jacket. “Well, let’s go see the culprit, maybe? Then we could figure out what to do.”
The two boys led him into the garden, where Liam’s sister Abby was playing dolls with a little girl Charles didn’t recognize. Probably one of Erzulie’s brood, he reckoned.
“So, is that the one?” asked Charles.
“Uh-huh!” attested Elias, as Liam sighed deeply. Liam brought something out of his pocket to show Charles.
“An, Weem show da swug to Neeq!” Elias told him as Charles looked over the slimy specimen.
“Well, that’s a pretty good slug,” Charles commented. “And she didn’t like it?” Two small head shook. “Huh. Well, have you considered maybe she has no taste?” Watery blue eyes looked up to him, pleading. “OK, all right. Look, I’m a sucker for the dark-eyed ones too. How about this? Maybe if she doesn’t like slugs, we can look for something she would like? Something better than a slug?”
“Nawt swug?” inquired a very confused Liam, as it was really a darned fine example.
“Bedda dan swug!” attested Elias, who retained an unshakeable faith in his father’s infallibility.
Liam nodded, and the three men set off.
The Pretty Pretty Princesses had had a rousing good day. First they had shopped for shoes, and then they had killed some Orcs. Abby had just learned about Orcs from a story her Daddy had read to her, and she thought they would make a good killing. And now they were going to cook up a really cool spell.
She looked up in annoyance at the sound of her annoying brother approaching once again. She knew from vexing experience that boys tended to totally suck at playing Pretty Pretty Princess.
“Neeq?” asked Liam shyly. Monique looked up at him.
And then Liam opened his little arms, and down floated so many pretty, fragrant tropical flowers, lovely orchids and lilies and chrysanthemums and hibiscus, and they landed down in a soft pile right beside her, sweet and wild, for tropical plants are never quite tamed.
Abby beheld the scene. What the hell did her brother think he was doing?
Liam was holding on to his chest, his hands at his breastbone, hoping to prevent a repeat of the terrible rending that had happened earlier that morning.
“MONIQUE! Ou va tu?” came a woman’s voice. Actually, the voice had been calling for quite some minutes now, but Monique’s Pretty Pretty Princess doll had been right in the middle of spreading the floor with rooster blood, and could not be interrupted.
Monique now stood, some flowers floating down off her lap as she did so. She turned to go, but then she turned back and, quick as a wink, had bestowed a very sticky kiss on a quite surprised Liam’s cheek.
And then she was off, fast has her tiny toddler legs could carry her, leaving only a spill of flowers.
“Thanks, Papa,” said Charles, who was standing with his father a small distance away.
“I can always sacrifice a few weeds from the garden when the hand of a fair maiden is at stake,” grinned Jacque.
The angel toddlers had now spotted them and were swarming over. Charles found himself with the big one glommed onto his leg. “Guess that worked, huh?” he asked Liam. The boy released the glomp somewhat and nodded up. “Well, you ought to thank your Uncle Jacque too: those were his flowers.”
“Ladies man, huh?” asked Jacque, hefting the boy. “Well then, I oughta tell you a story! It’s a story about the most beautiful girl who ever lived, and how I won her heart!” He started heading towards the house, holding Liam, Abby pattering after them, eager to hear whether any Orcs would show up in this tale.
“Hair like starlight,” Jacque continued. “I thought she was a lost mermaid!”
Charles sighed. He looked down. Elias was looking up at him, eyes wide. Charles tousled the boy’s perpetually tangled hair. “Don’t be so impressed. I don’t always have such luck. Anyway, that’s your grandma he’s talking about. I guess you should probably hear this too.” He stuck out a hand, and Elias gripped his own little hand around two fingers, tightly as he could, and they set off.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A tale of Pretty Pretty Princess and heartbreak.
Warnings: Just the normal: this one is mostly boring OCs.
“OK, you kids be good,” urged Jacque as the three angel cousins burst into his gardens, wide eyed. “Oh, and that there is my niece, Monique. You should go up and dit bonjour if you’ve a mind to,” he explained, indicating a tiny, dark-skinned girl playing contentedly, all alone, in the shade of the bright tropical sun.
“Yes, Papa!” called Elias as the god strolled away.
Abby and Liam cast a knowing glance at each other, having little intention at the “being good” part of Jacque’s instructions.
The little girl looked up at the sound of voices, at the three children more or less big as her.
One of them had lots of funny red hair.
She batted a pair rather large brown eyes at Liam.
Suddenly, the small, stocky, curly-haired boy froze. He stood, clutching at his chest. What could have just happened? He felt his tiny heart had just burst, filling him with all the warmth contained in the universe.
“Leem?” inquired Elias, who wondered if his cousin might have just suffered a bad bee sting, or some comparable catastrophe.
Liam turned. He knew what he must do.
A moment or two later, Monique looked up from where she was playing. The funny little red haired boy now stood over her, panting.
“Neeq!” he called. He extracted something from a pocket in his overalls, and thrust out his arm, holding it out for her examiniation.
“SWUG!” he explained, proudly showing off the slimy creature.
Monique frowned, uncertain.
Liam’s dark-haired sister, Abby, had also just arrived. She too frowned at her obviously mentally challenged brother. She too now flourished an object: a Pretty Pretty Princess doll.
Monique now let out a small gasp. And then, she too was holding out a Pretty Pretty Princess doll.
Grinning in triumph, Abby thumped down on her bottom next to Monique, and the two girls began to play, oblivious to the pains of a rejected suitor.
“DA-DEEEEE!”
Charles looked up to see his son barreling at him, a teary-eyed cousin in tow. He reached into a jacket pocket for where he kept the Band-Aids. He wasn’t quite certain why some people made such a fuss over raising kids: most of their problems could be solved with peanut butter sandwiches or a Transformers Band Aid.
“All right,” said Charles, “where is the grievous injury? Knee? Bow-bow?” he asked, giving a list of likely sites.
To his surprise, Liam peeled up his shirt, revealing a slightly bulging little tummy. The boy then put a chubby finger right to his breastbone.
Charles scowled, Baid-Aid poised. “Uh. You got a broken heart?”
“Uh-huh!” said Elias, as Liam nodded enthusiastically, curls shaking.
“Huh,” said Charles, sticking the Band-Aid back in his jacket. “Well, let’s go see the culprit, maybe? Then we could figure out what to do.”
The two boys led him into the garden, where Liam’s sister Abby was playing dolls with a little girl Charles didn’t recognize. Probably one of Erzulie’s brood, he reckoned.
“So, is that the one?” asked Charles.
“Uh-huh!” attested Elias, as Liam sighed deeply. Liam brought something out of his pocket to show Charles.
“An, Weem show da swug to Neeq!” Elias told him as Charles looked over the slimy specimen.
“Well, that’s a pretty good slug,” Charles commented. “And she didn’t like it?” Two small head shook. “Huh. Well, have you considered maybe she has no taste?” Watery blue eyes looked up to him, pleading. “OK, all right. Look, I’m a sucker for the dark-eyed ones too. How about this? Maybe if she doesn’t like slugs, we can look for something she would like? Something better than a slug?”
“Nawt swug?” inquired a very confused Liam, as it was really a darned fine example.
“Bedda dan swug!” attested Elias, who retained an unshakeable faith in his father’s infallibility.
Liam nodded, and the three men set off.
The Pretty Pretty Princesses had had a rousing good day. First they had shopped for shoes, and then they had killed some Orcs. Abby had just learned about Orcs from a story her Daddy had read to her, and she thought they would make a good killing. And now they were going to cook up a really cool spell.
She looked up in annoyance at the sound of her annoying brother approaching once again. She knew from vexing experience that boys tended to totally suck at playing Pretty Pretty Princess.
“Neeq?” asked Liam shyly. Monique looked up at him.
And then Liam opened his little arms, and down floated so many pretty, fragrant tropical flowers, lovely orchids and lilies and chrysanthemums and hibiscus, and they landed down in a soft pile right beside her, sweet and wild, for tropical plants are never quite tamed.
Abby beheld the scene. What the hell did her brother think he was doing?
Liam was holding on to his chest, his hands at his breastbone, hoping to prevent a repeat of the terrible rending that had happened earlier that morning.
“MONIQUE! Ou va tu?” came a woman’s voice. Actually, the voice had been calling for quite some minutes now, but Monique’s Pretty Pretty Princess doll had been right in the middle of spreading the floor with rooster blood, and could not be interrupted.
Monique now stood, some flowers floating down off her lap as she did so. She turned to go, but then she turned back and, quick as a wink, had bestowed a very sticky kiss on a quite surprised Liam’s cheek.
And then she was off, fast has her tiny toddler legs could carry her, leaving only a spill of flowers.
“Thanks, Papa,” said Charles, who was standing with his father a small distance away.
“I can always sacrifice a few weeds from the garden when the hand of a fair maiden is at stake,” grinned Jacque.
The angel toddlers had now spotted them and were swarming over. Charles found himself with the big one glommed onto his leg. “Guess that worked, huh?” he asked Liam. The boy released the glomp somewhat and nodded up. “Well, you ought to thank your Uncle Jacque too: those were his flowers.”
“Ladies man, huh?” asked Jacque, hefting the boy. “Well then, I oughta tell you a story! It’s a story about the most beautiful girl who ever lived, and how I won her heart!” He started heading towards the house, holding Liam, Abby pattering after them, eager to hear whether any Orcs would show up in this tale.
“Hair like starlight,” Jacque continued. “I thought she was a lost mermaid!”
Charles sighed. He looked down. Elias was looking up at him, eyes wide. Charles tousled the boy’s perpetually tangled hair. “Don’t be so impressed. I don’t always have such luck. Anyway, that’s your grandma he’s talking about. I guess you should probably hear this too.” He stuck out a hand, and Elias gripped his own little hand around two fingers, tightly as he could, and they set off.
