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 Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 4:37 pm
Tammuz was at work, leaving his twin-offspring in the care of their doting mother. The three were currently in the kitchen, Callee making an attempt to cook for the soon-to-arrive Tammuz, Zavier on his mother's hip, and the more robust Gideon giving everything he could see from the floor his solemn, observant stare, something he'd gotten from his father. He sat close enough to his mother's leg to reassure her, and seemed to have no intention to crawl off somewhere.
Everything was about to change, for Callee was soon to learn that her babies weren't as human as they seemed. As fate would have it, the cutting board that she'd been slicing salad ingredients on, and the knife she had been doing such slicing, was balancing rather precariously on a dishtowel, which hung down over the counter just enough for baby Zavier to tug, if his curiousity got the better of him, as it so often did.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 4:54 pm
She had just learned how to slice vegetables, too. Tammuz had been trying to teach her how to cook and, for the most part, he was successful. She could make grilled cheese, a salad, and sometimes she could even marinate shrimp!
Today, she was attempting a salad. Gideon didn't seem prone to go off anywhere and Zavier... couldn't. The boy could hardly squirm around on his own and seemed rather content to simply cling to his mothers or fathers waist or arms. She was humming as she started prepping the lettuce with one hand, a careful glance cast down at her larger son.
"Gideon, I don't know how you can just sit there being pretty in silence." Callees voice was amused and, in that moment, Zav decided to be a cheeky little b*****d. Her hips swayed for the briefest of moments to face her oldest and it gave Zav the reach to grab at the distowel.
It was bright yellow. Tammy's favorite color.
He pulled. Callee shrieked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 5:00 pm
His intelligence had been showing since he was born, and hearing his mother, the serious little babe look right up at her. He didn't even flinch as she shrieked and the knife fell, slicing right down his pretty face. Blood was everywhere, but within seconds, it wasn't new. His bleeding had stopped, and underneath the red on his face, his cut was already knitting together. By the time Callee would get him cleaned off, there would be nothing but a very thin scar.
Amazing. Gideon hadn't felt a thing, and didn't even start to cry. Instead, he gave his mother and brother a semi-glowering, puzzled look.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 5:18 pm
Callee continued to shriek and crouched frantically. Zavier was put down and Gideo hauled close, Callees baggy shirt being used to wipe the blood away and reveal the... nothing.
Nothing?
Her eyebrows knotted up and she continued to look at her son in confusion. "...Gid, what did you do?" Callee hissed, staring only as long as it took for Zav to start wailing. His arms were flailing a little in the direction of his brother and the small baby scooted over to throw himself on the stronger boy.
His fingers looked larger then normal, save for the spikes of something white and glistening and RED poking through his knuckles and fingertips. It took Callee a second before she realized it was bone tissue and blood - and she was screaming again, her hand clapping over her mouth.
Poor Zavier didn't even seem to notice the pain until he looked from his brother to his mother to his hands. THe pain hit then and he continued to bawl, clinging onto Gideon. Blood was getting everywhere.
Callee snatched them both up and, almost stumbling on the knife like the elegant woman we know she is, hauled her children to the bathroom. Adlai asked what was wrong, from his bedroom and was ignored. By the time she got them to the bathroom and was frantically checking Zaviers hand, all that was left of the tissue were smears of blood and small slits of skin that needed to be sterilized.
Zavier? Not in a good place.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 9:54 pm
Gideon gave his mother an unbothered look, as if to assure her it was nothing to worry about, and allowed himself to carried off to the bathroom [not that he had a choice, really, he was solid, but still small].
As both babes were cleaned, two new birthmarks could be seen if Callee took the time to look... Gideon's was on the inside of his left wrist, Zavier's on his right. The stoic redhead reached out to quiet his brother, attempting to soothe him, despite his young age and inability to speak in english. Instead, a low, rumbly coo came from his throat. Relaxing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:54 pm
Callee was going to install a phone in the bathroom. She wanted to call Tam and call him NOW but there was no way she was leaving her babies alone in the bathtub. Calling her Tammy would probably sink her into near-hysterics but that was beside the point. She wanted him home, now.
"You scared the living crap out of mommy!" She was hiccuping, along with her youngest son, as she continued to pet at Zaviers fingers and Gideons cheek. "I'm not going to cut with anything except silicone, but pre-sliced EVERY thing, make your father cook."
While Callee rambled, Zavier snuggled up to his older brother, fingers splayed out obediantly to Callee. He was sniffling too but the pain was more from seeing, instead of from actual -pain-.
"Ah - what's this?" Callee turned over both their palms, blinking her wide brown eyes down. "This better be one of Tammys peoples freaky things."
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 1:07 pm
When Callee had finally calmed down a bit, and both boys had been put to sleep, a call had been made to Tammuz, whom immediately returned home. The tall man listened to her story, followed her into the nursery, and examined the sleeping boys' wrists. A slight frown touched his mouth.
Gently stroking the curls on Zavier's head, he spoke in a low tone, not seeking to cause alarm, but rather to be honest. "These are not our marks. This is something else. Nor are those my powers, Callee." He seemed almost dangerous.
"Ronchas."
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