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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 3:25 pm
The very first meeting....
This was certainly something…
Faythe honestly wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do. This wasn’t one of those situations that you find yourself in every day, no indeed. This was in fact a highly unusual, unexpected situation. After all you didn’t often go for a stroll down the street, spot a really obscenely comfortable looking bench en-route, settle for a nap and promptly find yourself with a small, rather scruffy looking child standing in front of you… it wasn’t really the way things were expected to go. The child that had addressed him, Nagendra, as he had soon introduced himself as, had quite clearly wanted his attention. The greeting had been loud enough to wake the dozing man easily and, deciding to humour the child Faythe had given him his name, and actually asked him a couple of questions which had sprung to mind due to the weird nature of this encounter. The answers however had surprised him probably more greatly that the situation itself had, and were the real reason for his current feelings of intense bewilderment. Well, the knowledge that this child’s parents had vanished and the fact that when he’d sort of failed a little and garbled over the fact that Nagendra had horns and a tail, along with a tongue that didn’t look entirely human. After that response to his appearance, well, the child had looked at him like he was stating something as simple as ‘trees have leaves’ and trying to make it out to be a big deal. He’d then proceeded to inform the older man; in a tone that really did suggest that he was a lesser being in this boys eyes, that he was a scent, that he was perfectly normal and that Faythe was going to just have to deal with it.
Just what was he going to do?
The boy in front of him had dark skin, though he wasn’t actually sure how much of that was dirt; it didn’t look like he’d really had much in the way of contact with a bathtub in a fair few days, and very distinct bright red hair. He was quite the contrast against Faythe, with his pale, un-sun-kissed skin and almost wine red hair. It was dyed of course, it had originally been black. He’d wanted a little variation. But that wasn’t really the point just now…the point was that there was a very grubby child standing in front of him… who was apparently talking again, Faythe gave his head a little shake, it’d be rude not to listen after all.
“Your face is pretty enough I suppose, and you’re clean. You should take me home and give me something to eat… oh. And a bath… I feel… unpleasant. You do have a nice big bath don’t you? And bubbles…I need lots and lots of bubbles.” Faythe had to admit that the smile the young boy turned on him at that moment was altogether too charming to be coming from a boy that appeared to be, what, nine? Maybe ten years old..? Twelve years at a maximum, and he felt that that was really pushing it.
“You know it’s not smart to go up to strangers in the street.” Faythe stated, his dark brown eyes fixed on the boy, why on earth did he feel so defensive..?
“And falling asleep on benches will get your wallet nicked.” That was fair enough, so Faythe let a retort fall silent on his lips for the moment and just slowly quirked an eyebrow at the boy… the strange… horned… tailed boy.
What did the child expect him to do..? The bewildered look was still on his face, though it wasn’t long before his meandering thoughts were cut off by the boys’ voice once again, rather sharp this time, edged with impatience.
“Are you going to take me home, or stare at me like some kind of-” the red haired child seemed to pause for a moment and folded his arms across his chest. Okay… so he really did need to find somewhere to go that wasn’t an empty house, with an empty fridge and no hot running water. He wasn’t likely to smell bad, so that wasn’t a risk… but there was only so long he could tolerate feeling as grubby and unsightly as he currently did. He wanted to go back to his life of comfort… he wanted riches, and people all around him, women were better, they were a nicer shape to cuddle up to, but he supposed that Faythe at least wasn’t too hard on the eyes. He was still… fairly… young, and he looked fit and healthy. He would do fine at fetching and carrying, and other such tasks that would allow him to just lounge around all day on some suitably opulent and comfy pillows. He was sure Faythe had to have comfy pillows somewhere. He just had to convince him that having a young house guest wasn’t such a bad thing…
“Look now…” Nagendra had softened his tone again; reaching out to pat Faythe on the arm with a grubby hand, like he was the adult and Faythe the petulant child… it was a strange sensation. “I’m sure you have a truly wonderful home, and I am sure that you’re worried that someone in my state of… well… griminess might do some harm to your possessions, but I give you my word I clean up very, very well…” there was that winsome smile again…
Faythe however felt his eyebrow inch a little higher… of all the methods of persuasion the child could have used to try to talk him into looking after him, that was really the last one he’d have expected… ‘It’s gonna be cold and I’m lonely’ had been at the top of his list, followed by ‘I’m scared and it gets really dark at night!’ Though now he took a moment to think about it, this rather cocky, confident (if strange looking) child really didn’t seem to be the type to say something like that. He was evidently still young, but he seemed almost too mature in his sense of, well… winning people over. It was rather unnerving to have bumped into someone so young that seemed to be able to work out how to play people who were easily twice his age…
Whatever the logic put forward by the boy though, Faythe was definitely faced with a conundrum… Nagendra was a child, clearly a child, and children should not be alone. Faythe himself had been stuck in the foster system for a while when he was younger and he knew what it was like to feel like you had no real place to belong, and it certainly wasn’t fun… he’d also fostered before. He worked a steady Nine – Five job, so he’d been a good candidate… that was before he’d moved though, he’d only been in his current apartment a little over four months. It wasn’t really much, but he liked it. The long and short of it though was that there was no way that he’d be able to actually leave the boy out here alone, even if he’d wanted to. He’d been considering fostering again, anyhow…
Faythe fixed the fiery toned boy with a rather serious expression. “Okay, Nagendra. I guess I don’t really have much of a choice here-”
“Not really, no, unless you want to look like a real douche.” The child cut him off. He really had some attitude…
“Yeah… so… like I was saying…” That had killed his train of thought… “For now I guess you can come back with me, I can tidy up the spare room…” He tried to ignore the look of distaste on the youngsters face at that. “It’s a nice room…” the defensive tone was back; apparently he couldn’t ignore the expression so easily. The child didn’t look so convinced, so Faythe just shrugged and pushed himself to his feet. “Well, I’m going home now, Kid, it’s pretty much up to you at this point if you come with me or not…” He’d look after him if he followed; at least until he could talk to the kid a little more and try to work out just what he was meant to do with him. He was just a little bit thrown for a loop by the whole situation at the moment.
As the darker haired adult walked away from him, Nagendra felt his face shift into a rather sulky expression. If he had any assurance that he’d find anywhere else to go at all, well… he’d just stay here and wait! That ungrateful man didn’t deserve his company… he was far too important to be with someone so… uninterested in him! But at the same time… the lure of a nice warm home, some comfy cushions and a lovely hot bath were rather great as well. Also, as he had established earlier Faythe was at least not a gargoyle, he couldn’t have stood it if he’d had to be around ugly people after all, and he seemed to be neat and tidy… Oh well, the lanky man would have to do for now as the provider of nutrition and comforts that he currently so deeply craved. He would see what Faythe had to offer, it couldn’t be too bad, that was for sure, but then again, there was a certain level of opulence needed for things to be really tolerable. If however the residence he was heading to proved to be satisfactory he would begin working at making sure the man would allow him to remain there. If not, well, he’d have to make sure he was able to meet some of the man’s friends… Faythe had to have friends, and one of them was sure to be an acceptable guardian.
As he walked away Faythe felt, as well as smelt the smaller presence fall into place beside him. It seemed the young boy did want to get something to eat after all. He’d not been expecting Nagendra to take his hand however, though he was beginning to realise that the soft, rather endearing little smile that seemed to follow the action was going to be standard procedure. The boy would be an absolute demon at winning over the old ladies in the café Faythe owned with his friend… that was for sure. Well… as long as they could get a hat on him to cover those horns… That, he didn’t think was very likely… and as they walked Faythe had the horrible feeling that this wasn’t likely to be the worst that he could expect from the youngster. He had a feeling that Nagendra viewed this sort of thing as his ‘best behaviour.’ And that from the moment he let him get settled in back at the apartment, well… things were likely to be very, very interesting.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 7:23 am
Faythe's Journal Entry #1
I'm not quite sure how this happened.
I've ended up keeping Nagendra at my house with me. The small boy that I met on the street, the one that as good as demanded my assistance is still here with me. I never intended that to be the case... I expected to bring him home, feed him, let him take a bath and then get him taken to someone who could actually look after him properly. But he doesn't seem to want to go. He's still here and every time I suggest he goes and stays with someone else, well... he doesn't really want to go anywhere. He tells me that he knows I don't really want him to leave, that he won't be any trouble and that he'll be good to me if I let him stay... it's rather disarming, but I can't seem to say no to him.
We've already had a fairly large number of disagreements. He's a very strong willed child and I'm not sure how I'm actually going to cope with looking after him like this. He's... impetuous, he wants what he wants and he doesn't really like it when I say no to him... for example, he wants to have the room I've given him decorated... he'd only been in there about five minutes when he was telling me what was wrong with it and what could be done to make it better... it was actually quite tiring arguing it out with him. But we settled it down in the end. He'd have his room decorated when I'd saved up enough money to actually make a good job of it, but that he'd actually have to be patient till the time came.. It took a lot of work, but he did finally agree to it.
He wants the walls dark red, the carpet the same with murals on one of the walls at least, the rest he wants covered in yellow-gold swirls, with all the skirting and frames in gold as well. He wanted real gold and we very nearly had a large falling out when I told him that was never going to happen. He calmed down when I finally told him that if he didn't stop arguing we were going to have problems... he hated being ignored I discovered... really... really hated it. It rather helped me learn how to get my way with him to some degree. He;s not an easy child to work with. Not at all. But when he really wants something he can be very sweet... which is almost as troubling... He does like cuddles, though he told me I was too bony... I wasn't really sure what to think about that at the time. Now I suppose that it's a compliment? Better bony than overly squishy I guess...
Well, long story short, I managed to get him to agree that at least gold paint would do. I don't really plan to pay out to actually coat my apartment in really expensive metal. But it looks like I'm not going to get away without the opulent paint job. Still, I guess if it makes him happy thats something. I'm struggling not to care for the kid.. I suppose it helps that I've fostered before, but he really is... rather sweet. Under all the bratty and demanding layers he can actually be pretty nice when he wants to be... though he really hates it when I try to get him to help me out. I'll.... work on that.
As it happens I've not managed to make many friends here yet...I mean, I have Jayce, which is nice... but I'd been hoping that I'd meet some others, you know? Nothing special really, just some more friends. Then again, I suppose I'm not the most open individual at the best for times. So I guess it's not really that surprising. Never mind...
From what I can gather Nagi's doing quite well on the friend making department... he's fitting in well, but then again, his winsome little personality... okay, big personality can be a real help there for him. As long as he's doing okay I suppose that's really all that matters.
Anyway, I'd better stop writing now... I can hear Nagendra downstairs so I'd better go and make sure he's okay. I'll write again soon however. I'm sure Nagendra's going to make my life a good deal more eventful than I'm expecting.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:36 pm
Nagendra's Journal Entry #1
Okay. So I have a book thing that Faythe says I have to keep. He told me if I don't I can't have any pocket money. Ugh. He won't be giving me enough anyway but I want what I can get. So I suppose I'll give him his way for now... but we'll see how long it lasts. I have a memory, so I don't see why I have to write down What I've done in a day anyway. But whatever. If it stops him nagging me and gets him to give me my money, I suppose it's fine.
I've only been here a short while so far, but Faythe's house needs a lot of work before it'll be acceptable for me to live in. But the roof has no holes in it and the water runs hot, so I guess that is at least a good place to start. Faythe seems.. okay. He looks all right and he can cook. I hate when he doesn't talk to me. But he doesn't yell either. I usually get my way, or at least I have done this far.
I'm going to have my room painted for me soon. Hopefully in nice rich and wealthy colours, though apparently I'm not allowed any real gold... he did say I can have at least one wall with a very lovely picture on it though. I'll need to find something beautiful enough to have on there. Though I'm sure I'll find someone. This journal thing isn't too bad I suppose... could be worse.
I'm going to make sure that Faythe makes my room nice for me. He already has a comfy sofa... and I also suppose I should go out at some point.. I want to meet some people. I need people. I'm sure they'll want to know me as well. Faythe is okay. But he's not very good companny. He's not... right... he'll do, but I need other things as well. I'm not sure why, I just do.
I am so not letting Faythe read this... no chance.
Anyway. I'm going to see about getting him to make me some dinner now. I'm hungry. I suppose I'll possibly write some more another day if I don't lose this lump of paper.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:22 am
Nagendra's Journal Entry #2
You know... I don't think I mind this journal business. I actually think there might be something to it, it means I don't have to sit around and actually try and remember stuff... and if I do something that Faythe thinks is good, like you know... me making my room all tidy or some other servant like job, well, I can write it down so when he tells me I don't do anything I can tell him he's wrong and actually be able to reply when he goes.. 'Oh really, when..?' which he always does... it's really annoying...
But this will help me get back at him... there's no way he can try to outsmart me if I actually write things down...
Today I did actually tidy my room... I put my stupid books away on the shelves and I shoved my clothes in a drawer, the ones I Like a hung up though... who cares about the stupid plain t-shirts he got me... I can't stand them. I also shoved some weird toys under my bed... I don't like them. They're childish... I'm not a child no matter what he thinks...
I actually think I like going out to play these days.. it's fun. I've met some really quite nice people. I don't understand all of them, and some of them I just don't like.. stupid twins aren't fun.. they're rude and... and stupid. Stupid boys... but Kalos is nice... and Cally's hair is pretty... she'd look lovely if she wore a little more red and gold... Faythe laughed when I told him that... I don't know why... stupid man. But I liked her anyway.. and Seph isn't so bad... I quite like him. Not very talkative but he'll do... I want to go out and see them today, but Faythe says I have to stay in... it's no fair. Why does he get to tell me what to do? I think he should do what I say... I'm better at making things fun anyway... he doesn't get fun.
Well.. he'll have to let me go out and play soon... he's started working on his house, it's not too bad now... my room is all nice, we painted it red... he made me help, it was horrible. I got dirty... I didn't like it one bit... but I guess it wasn't as bad as it could have been... it was kinda fun until I realised I Was messy...I hated that... I had to sit in the bath for nearly an hour... but now at least my room is nice. He hasn't had my picture done yet... but I suppose that can wait...
Anyway.. I'm going to go and see why I have to stay in. Jayce had better have a present for me or something... God I hate being told what to do...
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:42 am
Faythe's Journal Entry #2
Well, after nearly a week and a half spending every night covered in red paint we finally got Nage's room done. God, I'm so greatful that ordeal's over and done with, having him sleep in my room with me is not something I want to repeat, he's violent sleeper. Not that he hits you, he just doesn't keep still, and head-butts from him sure smart... not to mention a lash from that tail...still, I guess it's not really his fault now. He seems pretty happy with how his room looks now, which is nice, I was worried he'd just not be happy no matter how much I tried to make it work for him, but once we get the finishing touching done I'm sure he'll be really happy. Jayce's friend Jay is giving one of the walls a nice touch up, a mural style thing as I write this, Nage's things are back in there, but that wall's accessible which means that I should be able to get a good nights sleep at least. Thank god for that as well. Of course this was a while back now, but an update is good...
We seem to be settling in okay now a days... there's been plenty of business at The Blue Room which has been nice, it's kept Jacye and I comfortable anyway, and I've made a couple of decent friends as well which I'm not going to complain about.
We have had a long week this week, trying to pick gifts for Nage is not going to be easy... but he seems very excited about the time of year, that's for sure... and there is a big party thing we've been invited to. I was going to turn it down... I was, but Nage got his hands on the invite and got so excited about going that I sort of had to rethink that one... hopefully it'll be good for him and he won't cause too much chaos... He can be such a good kid when he wants something... but if I use that as motivation he's going to end up so spoilt... and I shouldn't give into that for a quiet life, I really shouldn't... oh well. I guess I'll just have to deal with the tantrums for now. I don't think I'm doing too badly as a father... I can handle bed time stories and games when he wants to play, and at least I can cook... I think we're doing okay. Though part of me wonders if I shouldn't be asking for some tips off of someone to make sure I'm doing as well as I think I am...
Jayce is not really the best person to ask... oh well.
I have to say I'm surprised to some degree by how nice the people here are, and the large number of these...scent children.. as I believe they are called. It's nice that there are other kids like Nage out there though... I will admit I was worried by how different he looks at first, I thought he might not be able to make friends what with having a tail and horns... he doesn't exactly look normal... I don't think I'll be able to constantly explain it as a Halloween fixation either.
Party time tonight. We'll see how that goes, I can hear Nage yelling for me now, I should go and find out what he wants. I'll write again soon...
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