The Word (Mythklok Interstitial)
Title: The Word (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Vocabulary acquisition
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: The day all parents dread. BTW, I put these Interstitials in the index sometimes because it helps understand the main story, but oftentimes just on a whim. This one just happens to have way awesome commments.
"He's learned it!"
"Hmmmmm?"
"The word!" Charles paced, in a state of pure angelic agitation. "He's learned the word!"
"Well," said Ganesh, calmly turning the page on his pink Financial Times newspaper. "'Twas inevitable."
"But he's still so little! He's just a baby!" Charles stalked back and forth, no idea what to do with his hands, which flew from his sides.
"He is being raised up in Mordhaus, dear. With a group of death metal musicians as foster uncles."
"Oh, that's right!" snarled Charles, coming to a halt and crossing his arms in defiance. "Blame me!"
"Appears to be a workable strategy," Gamesh smiled into his newspaper. "And thus, for the present time, I shall stick with it."
The door to their suite opened, and Sariel hastened over to greet Kam the tutor, who held Elias in his arms.
"He still doin' it?" Charles asked, taking his son.
Kam sighed. "All afternoon. It's as if he can't get enough of it." He sadly shook his head and departed.
Charles sat down on the couch next to Ganesh, Elias in his lap. "Boon-" he began by way of greeting.
"NO!" answered the child, his expression a delighted mask of pure baby malice.
"Are you-"
"NO!"
"Will you-"
"NO!"
"You didn't even-"
"NO NO NO!"
Charles frowned.
"Sounds very like one of your band meetings," Ganesh supplied.
Charles glowered. "How did this happen?"
"He is part angel. As well as part pirate!"
"Wannareadabook?" Charles tried.
"No!"
"Wannacolor?"
"No!"
He glowered again at Ganesh's very poorly disguised chuckle.
"Are you or are you not my son, Elias?"
"NO!"
Charles blinked.
"Well, that does remove some of the sense of responsibility," Ganesh smiled.
"Will he get over this? This is a phase, right?"
"No, I am quite certain, it is now inevitably downhill all the way."
Charles sighed the sigh of deep parental regret.
"Did you want me to give it a go?" Ganesh asked,
"Yeah, sure, why not."
"Boon?"
"NO!"
"Shall we try some of this?"
At this point, as if by magic (in fact, given the author, it was probably magic), Ganesh brought forth from behind his newspaper a strawberry rhubarb pie which, from the look and incredibly delicious smell, had been baking in his Auntie Sarasvati's oven not twenty minutes prior.
Elias stared, eyes exactly as big and as round as the tiny pie serving dishes with little blue elephants around the rim that Auntie had given them. "Bie?" he whispered.
"Yes? Or?" urged Ganesh, whose lovely eyes now held a bit of a malicious twinkle.
Elias, absolutely stymied, began caterwauling,
"Well, there's that I suppose," said Charles, attempting to plug his ears against the shrieks.
"Hmm. I suppose we shall simply have to save this delicious treat for later," Ganesh grinned, hiding the pastry.
Elias' breath suddenly caught. He pointed wildly to the vanished treat, and, looking up at Charles with tear-filled eyes and a tiny, red dripping nose, pleaded, "Dada! Biiiie!"
"Aw. We'll get you some pie from the Ganesh the Evil Daddy!"
"WHAT? Sariel, what is this supposed to be teaching him?"
"He's learned how to be selfish and manipulative! I'd say those are useful skills! Now, where's the gods damned pie?"
Ganesh shook his head and set the pie up on the countertop, where he was watched closely by two now drooling angels as he cut a slice.
"Hmmm. But if I'm going to let you have a bite," he told Elias, "you must say something other than just 'No!'"
Sitting on the table next to the strawberry rhubarb, the tiny boy flapped his wings and said, "MUDDAFUKKA!"
"Er," said Ganesh.
"Well, you didn't specify," laughed Sariel, grabbing a slice for himself.
"MUDDA. FUKKA!" sang Elias.
"Has he been visiting with Jacque again?"
"There you go, blaming me. Oh, motherfucker!”
“What?”
“I’m late for a band meeting,” said Charles, frowning so deeply at his Vacheron Constantin it was really a wonder the crystal didn’t break then and there.
“Band meeting? Why don’t you take him along?” inquired Ganesh, pointing to their currently pie-smeared offspring.
“No!” volunteered Elias.
“Huh?” asked his father.
“It seems he now possesses all the requisite skills,” Ganesh explained.
Charles’ eyes suddenly became wide as pie platters themselves.
He seized Elias. “No! Muddafukka!” the boy giggled.
“C’mon,” urged Charles. “We gotta go talk to Skwisgaar Skwigelf.”
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Vocabulary acquisition
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: The day all parents dread. BTW, I put these Interstitials in the index sometimes because it helps understand the main story, but oftentimes just on a whim. This one just happens to have way awesome commments.
"He's learned it!"
"Hmmmmm?"
"The word!" Charles paced, in a state of pure angelic agitation. "He's learned the word!"
"Well," said Ganesh, calmly turning the page on his pink Financial Times newspaper. "'Twas inevitable."
"But he's still so little! He's just a baby!" Charles stalked back and forth, no idea what to do with his hands, which flew from his sides.
"He is being raised up in Mordhaus, dear. With a group of death metal musicians as foster uncles."
"Oh, that's right!" snarled Charles, coming to a halt and crossing his arms in defiance. "Blame me!"
"Appears to be a workable strategy," Gamesh smiled into his newspaper. "And thus, for the present time, I shall stick with it."
The door to their suite opened, and Sariel hastened over to greet Kam the tutor, who held Elias in his arms.
"He still doin' it?" Charles asked, taking his son.
Kam sighed. "All afternoon. It's as if he can't get enough of it." He sadly shook his head and departed.
Charles sat down on the couch next to Ganesh, Elias in his lap. "Boon-" he began by way of greeting.
"NO!" answered the child, his expression a delighted mask of pure baby malice.
"Are you-"
"NO!"
"Will you-"
"NO!"
"You didn't even-"
"NO NO NO!"
Charles frowned.
"Sounds very like one of your band meetings," Ganesh supplied.
Charles glowered. "How did this happen?"
"He is part angel. As well as part pirate!"
"Wannareadabook?" Charles tried.
"No!"
"Wannacolor?"
"No!"
He glowered again at Ganesh's very poorly disguised chuckle.
"Are you or are you not my son, Elias?"
"NO!"
Charles blinked.
"Well, that does remove some of the sense of responsibility," Ganesh smiled.
"Will he get over this? This is a phase, right?"
"No, I am quite certain, it is now inevitably downhill all the way."
Charles sighed the sigh of deep parental regret.
"Did you want me to give it a go?" Ganesh asked,
"Yeah, sure, why not."
"Boon?"
"NO!"
"Shall we try some of this?"
At this point, as if by magic (in fact, given the author, it was probably magic), Ganesh brought forth from behind his newspaper a strawberry rhubarb pie which, from the look and incredibly delicious smell, had been baking in his Auntie Sarasvati's oven not twenty minutes prior.
Elias stared, eyes exactly as big and as round as the tiny pie serving dishes with little blue elephants around the rim that Auntie had given them. "Bie?" he whispered.
"Yes? Or?" urged Ganesh, whose lovely eyes now held a bit of a malicious twinkle.
Elias, absolutely stymied, began caterwauling,
"Well, there's that I suppose," said Charles, attempting to plug his ears against the shrieks.
"Hmm. I suppose we shall simply have to save this delicious treat for later," Ganesh grinned, hiding the pastry.
Elias' breath suddenly caught. He pointed wildly to the vanished treat, and, looking up at Charles with tear-filled eyes and a tiny, red dripping nose, pleaded, "Dada! Biiiie!"
"Aw. We'll get you some pie from the Ganesh the Evil Daddy!"
"WHAT? Sariel, what is this supposed to be teaching him?"
"He's learned how to be selfish and manipulative! I'd say those are useful skills! Now, where's the gods damned pie?"
Ganesh shook his head and set the pie up on the countertop, where he was watched closely by two now drooling angels as he cut a slice.
"Hmmm. But if I'm going to let you have a bite," he told Elias, "you must say something other than just 'No!'"
Sitting on the table next to the strawberry rhubarb, the tiny boy flapped his wings and said, "MUDDAFUKKA!"
"Er," said Ganesh.
"Well, you didn't specify," laughed Sariel, grabbing a slice for himself.
"MUDDA. FUKKA!" sang Elias.
"Has he been visiting with Jacque again?"
"There you go, blaming me. Oh, motherfucker!”
“What?”
“I’m late for a band meeting,” said Charles, frowning so deeply at his Vacheron Constantin it was really a wonder the crystal didn’t break then and there.
“Band meeting? Why don’t you take him along?” inquired Ganesh, pointing to their currently pie-smeared offspring.
“No!” volunteered Elias.
“Huh?” asked his father.
“It seems he now possesses all the requisite skills,” Ganesh explained.
Charles’ eyes suddenly became wide as pie platters themselves.
He seized Elias. “No! Muddafukka!” the boy giggled.
“C’mon,” urged Charles. “We gotta go talk to Skwisgaar Skwigelf.”