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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 10:24 pm
Patrick, not quite sure what he was reading, frowned down at the piece of paper that held those typed letters. Sure, the company had tried to hire him before, for a hefty sum...but that was to study different sorts of mold. Not to...to do this.
Mordread had already given his consent of the job but..but to go adopt a kid and get paid for it? For study? Wasn't that against some sort of laws or...or ******** it." His voice was a soft growl, grabbing for his cell phone and flipping the little thing open. Numbers were punched in, unfamilier and yet recognizable at the same time.
A baby.
Him.
Another ******** baby, just ******** great. How--
"Hey, this is Patrick White. I recieved a--" He was cut off by the receptionist saying she'd put him through right away and DO have a nice day, please! s**t. He hated people who just played polite and really didn't give a ******** themselves.
"Hey," The dark man began again, only to be chuckled at by the CEO of a very presitious company and welcomed in. "Hey. Dude. Shut the ******** up and let me talk, ok?"
Needless to say, the man fell into a startled silence, allowing the nineteen year old (who forged documents to say he was twenty-two) some speaking time.
"Okay, okay... So I go and offer to take care of a baby? You'll set everything up for me and all I have to do is raise the damn thing - you'll pay me...all this gold... and give me a house to raise it and the other sprogglets... Just for raising this one kid and giving you notes, video tapes, all that s**t?"
There was a moment of silence before the man realized he was allowed to speak again. His throat cleared and he coughed lightly. Patrick could almost hear the beads of sweat rising on his flesh, sliding down slowly. "Yes, Mr. White, that's correct. Your test results were highly impressive and, as you know, we've been trying to emply you since you graduated last year.."
"I've turned you down each time," The man was interrupted once again by the black mans snappish tone, dark eyes narrowed behind the thick glasses. His slim frame was pacing, back and forth, wearing a little tread-mark in the scant space of his living room. "What makes you think I'd be interested in having ANOTHER kid, all the way on some island? I have two other kids, a boyfriend and another ******** brat on the way!"
"Exactly," The CEO replied smoothly, his smile a bit oily as he attempted (in vain, he was fearing) to persuade the teenage science genuis into agreeing, "You live in a tiny apartment with a lover, two children and one on the way. Your job can't pay for all that, Mr. White... We're ofering you a truly amazing deal. AND you'll be helping some poor parentless child out, Mr. White. Think of it."
Patrick fell silent, frowning into the wall. "...damnit." His voice was a soft hiss. "when do I have to be out there to get that thing?"
A quiet laugh met his ears for a moment before the words filtered through. "How does the end of the week sound? Friday, then?"
"And miss Christmas?" A growl, snarling softly.
"...o-or tomorrow and you can return ON christmas..."
He fell quiet once more, mulling over that possibility. "...alright. I expect the tickets to my door this afternoon."
Click.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 10:26 pm
At least they'd given him time to settle down, unpack his backpack and put that freaky glowing wand someplace safe. Those thoughts were the only damn thing keeping the snarky dark skinned boy from freaking out on someone.
Here he was, miles from home, sent by a company he didn't even LIKE to get a baby. Another child in his life. Patrick wasn't USED to kids - he didn't like them! ...Mordread did, though...and it meant they had a house and he didn't have to work at a fast food ish place if he didn't want to...
A sigh left his lips, squinting down at the scrap of paper in his hand that had the directions of what to do. "...collect a child? How the HELL does one 'collect a child'? I haven't seen any life besides the damn captian since I came here!"
Oh yes. He talks to himself. It's great to be overly smart sometimes. There was a grunt and he pushed his door open, peeking this way and that down the hall outside of the room before sliding outside. "...Hello?" Calling out for the first time, colorful body stepping out of the protective dome. "Hellllooooo? I'm supposed to get a kid! Anyone know about it?!"
Yelling to the thin air might now have been the brightest thing to do but.. hey. Someone might have heard. HE certianly wasn't going to go out and look for himself.
Ruby hadn't known there was a stranger in the house; when the door had banged open and shut earlier that morning, she had just figured it was Q or Eki going off on some errand or another as they were wont to do. But the voice that was calling down the hall...that was most unfamiliar. She grabbed her staff from its position against her dresser and poked her head out of her room, leaving the parrot-child that had been abandoned at the Estate to the nap she was currently partaking in.
There was...a man in the hall? Asking about a child? Ruby's brows drew down in confusion until she remembered the call she had gotten from Sunny a few days prior, informing her that they had found a new home for the long-forgotten baby.
"Oh!" she exclaimed quietly, slipping out of her room and shutting the door quietly behind herself. "You must be the one Sunny mentioned! You're here about the baby?" the Colubus asked as she padded quietly towards the man.
Patrick paused, twisting and facing Ruby with a surprised look. He was dressed casually..But that was still enough to frighten some people. Loose jeans and a frame fitting shirt that actually belonged to his son (and said something along the lines of being what Willis was talking about) with close to forty colorful piercings on his face. Needless to say... a surprised colorful face was almost comicall.
"Uh... oh, yeah." A flurry of a smile, slightly bashful. Damnit, he didn't think anyone would actually HEAR him. One ring encrusted hand rose up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm Patrick. Patrick White. Hi. Um... annnnnd I should probably know your name. What is it?"
Another weak smile, one hand shifting to push his door closed. He was never good when talking to girls. he didn't even LIKE girls...they just made him feel twitchy.
Ruby returned Patrick's surprised look with interest. She had never really been off the island, so she wasn't used to seeing people look so...different. She found herself curious about the colorful jewelery, but was far too shy to actually ask about it. Her tail twitched nervously behind her, fingers gripping her staff a little tighter.
"Um...I'm Ruby, I'm sort of...I guess I'm "in charge" of things while Sunny's gone. She mentioned a new guardian for an abandoned child...are you it?" The man's strange appearance startled her, and she wondered if Sunny had ever actually met the man she was entrusting one of the precious children to. Would she have let the child go with him if she had? Ruby chided herself mentally--she knew better than to judge a book by its cover!
"Yup, that's me. I don't know much about the kid but.." He shrugged those thin shoulders, hands tucking into the loose pockets of his jeans. "But I'm here. My son might be tiffed at another kid buuuuut..."
Another but, this time ending with a quiet laugh, head shaking slightly, glancing down at his feet. His lover had a tail as well. Interesting how that caught his notice, peeking at her with a faint smile. "So...uhm... I don't know how to say this but.." Chewing on the inside of his lips, "...could I meet 'um now?"
Poor Patrick. Everyone thought he was stupid because he looked it. Or thought he was a drug dealer or a slut or a no-good high school drop out..when he'd graduated at the age of sixteen.
Ruby blinked at the man's abruptness and his admitted ignorance of the child he was to raise. "Um...alright, I suppose. She's taking a nap, so you'll have to be quiet." With that, she turned and padded back towards her room, quietly opening the door and peeking inside. The baby was right where she left her, curled up on Ruby's bed, half-covered by the blanket, a tiny, down-covered fist gripping the edge of it.
"This one--she's a girl--she's a cutie. She's not fussy most of the times, but when she is, well...she's got a set of lungs on her." Ruby smiled indulgently, loving children no matter what their temperment was. "She's a paradise parrot and, like a bird, she's got a fast metabolism, so she eats a lot but doesn't gain much weight. It's nothing to worry about, though. Do you um...have any questions, or anything?"
A parrot? Oh, thank GOD it was an avian. Iamel would adjust better to a bird and Taylor might know some things about her that he didn't.
Patrick peeked in after her, his eyes going wide a litle. "She's so cute." His voice is soft, almost hushed. He knew how to handle babies.
...really.
"Yeah... I have some.." The dark man pulled back so his voice wouldn't wake the baby, looking sheepish. "She's a paradise parrot but..can she eat anything outside of teh regular parrots diet? Will she be able to fly? What about her bones - are they hallow? What's her name?"
He had pleeeenty of questions..
The questions soothed a restless part of Ruby; they meant the man actually cared. She hoped the little girl would have a happy life with this man, as strange as he looked. A thought came to her then: he was colorful, and so was the baby! She smiled; oh yes, they would fit well together.
"Well, she CAN eat anything she wants, technically...it's getting her to eat it that's the problem. I've found that she likes fruit, mostly. Haven't tried nuts or anything yet, I'm afraid she'd choke on them. I'm not sure she'll be able to fly, but she does have the feathers and hollow bones of her species. I don't know her name..." Ruby frowned. "Her guardian was here and gone before I got a chance to ask."
Patrick was a curious being and he wasn't about to let the girl die. While he had agreed to take her on as a sort of job, he honestly enjoyed children. He didn't want one to go about unloved - that's how he was roped into this damn thing.
"Alright.. hollow bones." A soft sigh, rubbing the back of his neck again. "And nameless. Okay. No issue." Another pause, his lips twisting up slightly. "One more thing... would it be an issue if we went back and forth between here and the mainland? I have a family there - she'll be joining it, too - but... I mean... There are other kids here, right? Kids like her? I don't want her not having friends like herself.."
The mainland? Hm...Ruby had never been to the mainland, but she was well aware that most people lived on it. She wouldn't be able to monitor the parrot's progress nearly so easily there, and she wanted to be able to...if only to see how the baby was adjusting to the changes. Ruby supposed she'd just have to trust this man, though. And he had said "back and forth," she she figured she'd be seeing them both again.
"Of course you can go home, and any visit back here would be appreciated. There aren't any kids her age here at the moment--actually, only one other child lives here," she smiled as she thought of her surrogate nephew, "but we're currently establishing a mainland Center, as sort of a more convenient place for our kind to congregate. And she'll always have a room here, if she wants to visit."
"I'll be back a lot but.. there's another kid or two and they need attention too." A faint smile, glancing once more at the door. He was already instantly in love with the little parrot girl, despite only having seen a scant glance of her.
"Allright.." Another hesitation, chewing at his lower lip almost roughly. "Uhm.." A paaaause. He was SO not good with words when it came to girls. If he could blush...he would. "..when she wakes up, I can hold her, right?"
"Oh, I understand." Ruby smiled and nodded. She really did--she loved kids, and understood that they all needed lots of attention. She was happy that the little girl would grow up around others. It probably wasn't too fun for her around here, where there was just Ruby and Eki; Eki shouldn't count though, he didn't really like her--or anyone--much.
"Actually," she murmured, taking a few steps into the room, "you can probably hold her now, if you're careful. She's usually up by now anyway."
Indeed...she was. The little parrot girl was twitching in her sleep, wrenching herself from a nice REM cycle. Even though the adults tried to keep their voices down...
It wasn't working.
Dark black eyes, widened and slightly pointed at the ends, fluttered open. It was dark but it didn't stop her from recognizing Rubys voice...and not knowing WHO the hell the other person is.
So she did what any baby would do in this situation: She screamed.
Her voice was a sharp mix between a caw and a childs scream, an animalistic sound that would smooth down as she grew but...right now? Just sounded hungry.
And grumpy.
Patrick was just about to respond to that when the baby started. To. Scream. The loud noise sent a joly through his body, making eyes widen and his head twist around Ruby to peer at teh wriggling, caw/wailing little girl behind the two of them.
"I guess...that's me que, huh?" He sounded sheepish, moving slowly past her and, with delicate fingers, scooping the child up. The down was soft and prickly, all at the same time, giving way easily to his flesh. Her body was surprisingly light - hollow bones. That's right, Patrick.
The feel of warm flesh seemed to soothe her, despite how different he must have smelled. "Hey, sweetheart.." Voice soft and soothing, lifting the child and cradling her to his chest. "Don't cry, ok? It'll be allright. I'll take care of you, I promise, sweetie.."
Her screaming tapered off into something like a croak, a hungry noise, black beady eyes peering up into him. Smiling weakly, Patrick turned back to the Ruby lady and glancing down at the child once more. "...I think she's hungry."
Ruby winced at the baby's loud cries; though she was well-used to them, it didn't stop them from grating on her sensitive ears. She started to move towards her, instincts kicking in, before reminding herself that this was now Patrick's job. She felt a pang of sadness, almost regret--the baby she helped raise wasn't hers to take care of anymore. Ruby sighed quietly. Although she loved the parrot baby dearly, she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to all the other babies she had watched emerge from their vials.
She smiled wanly. "I bet she is, it's just about snacktime. The kitchen's this way, if you'll follow me." She turned, leaning her staff against the wall next to the door--there was no need for it, now--and moved out of the room, pace slow to allow Patrick and his precious cargo to keep up as she moved towards the kitchen.
Once there, she opened the refrigerator, taking out and uncapping a plastic container. Within were small chunks of fruit, just the right size for a baby to be able to eat. Ruby perched herself on a stool, setting the container on the kitchen's island. "Here, try some of these. She likes the oranges best, I think."
"She's absolutely adorable." Obviously..he hadn't expected her to be so adorable. He hadn't thought he would fall for a baby in a matter of seconds. One hand moves to tickle her stomach lightly.
She laughed - at least she wriggled and a pleased noise escaped her, beak clacking slightly as her arms flailed. His smile widened seeing that, dark eyes glancing up to the female. "Oranges?"
"Okay..." His voice was quiet, that one hand reaching otu to take a little chunk of orange. Eyes slide back down to parrot girl - she was wriggling and croaking again, small fingers groping up towards teh orange thing in her new caretakers hand.
A faint smile and he gave her the little piece. Snap - snap - swallow, without even chewing, thin throat working the artical down with a way only snakes and birds can muster.
Croak.
Thus began the feeding.
Aw, they were CUTE! A perfect match, it was obvious already. Ruby smiled, watching the pair together for a few minutes. The parrot baby looked happy, Patrick looked happy, and everything seemed like it was going to work out. Ruby had a good feeling about this. "Have you thought of what to name her yet?" she asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the pair's first interaction.
"Mm?" Disctracted already by the sprogglet, his lips quirked into a smile, grabbing a piece of mango from the bowl of chopped up fruit.
"I was thinking Lahela... 'innocent lamb'." She was, after all, an experiment. A sacrificial lamb brought to the slaughter. Not that Patrick would let anyone hurt her but...she was a study, nontheless.
"And it's exotic, kinda... like her, I guess." Dark eyes moved back to the kid (who was gurkling cheerfully as she chomped away at the mango). "How old is she? I mean...newborn, a month old..? Can she sit up by herself?"
"Lahela...that's a pretty name. Fitting, too, even though she's hardly a lamb." Ruby smiled, studying the pair. "She's...let's see...I think she popped out of the vial about a year ago. She can sit up, and crawl, and make baby noises--but you know that part--and she's aware of what's going on around her."
"She can crawl? That works." A soft smile, glancing down at the child cradled in his arms. Lahela had lost interest in her food and was croaking something he couldn't understand.
Patricks smile widened, peeking back up to Ruby. "You wouldn't mind if I took her back to my room? I'd like to spend some time with her and I saw there was a crib in there or something that looked an awful lot like one.."
The science dork stood, cuddling the wriggling and clacking baby close. "Thank you, very much, Ruby."
Ruby's head dipped, color rising to her cheeks at the words of gratitude. "I should be thanking you, for being willing to take care of her. Just...don't give up, alright? As much of a joy as she was to take care of, I think it'd be best for her to finally have a family...she deserves it, after all this time." Her head rose and she smiled. "Good luck with her, and congratulations. You'll both always have a place here."
"I promise, we won't be strangers." He grinned a bit at that, cuddling the parrot girl. "And she'll have a plenty big family. An older sister and at least one more brother."
A faint wink and a tickle to the girls belly later (which left her clacking happily), Patrick left the kitchen and meandered back to his own room. Time to give Mordread a call. <3
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 1:13 am
Dear Livejournal wanna be,
HOLY ******** s**t. This kid is ******** ADORABLE. Okay, okay, so I got to the island and brought to a room, right? Right. It's a decent room - a cradle in one corner, though.
Eh. Babies. Totally not my thing.
So I peek out of my door and start shrieking about finding a baby and, to my best ******** luck, there she is! The girl who took care of the little baby until now, and she took me to her.
Oh. My. ********. GOD. The little girl was so goddamn cute. She was just there, asleep on the bed, this little bundle of feathers and a teeny little beak. I almost melted right on sight. She was just -SO- ******** cute.
So we talk. And I feed her. name her too - Lahela. Means 'Innocent lamb' in Hawai'ian. She is, after all, a science experi--s**t. I need to write my report for today. Goodie.
She can sit up and her voice is this croaking little squealy thing... I don't think her vocal chords have kicked themselves in yet. She IS still growing, after all. She can make her needs known, though.
Anyway... off I go. She's asleep and I just hung up with Mordread - I should be sleeping too. Thank god she isn't new born.
-Patrick
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[12.21.2005]
Subject 001 has been located and taken in. Species: Paradise Parrot. Gender: Female. Age: around a year.
Subject can sit up and attempts speech like a normal child. Seems to enjoy eating only fruit for nutrients; will attempt to spread diet throughout the next few months.
Will be leaving Island X on the 24th - will be introducing Subject to Sproglets 1 and 2 for Christmas.
On a personal note: I ******** hate you all.
-P. White.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:13 am
"Hey - hey! Don't eat that, baby girl." Lahela, newly awakened, had been trying to stuff her mouth full of Patricks head-wrap. It was a lovely thing he used to keep his hair from drying out at night that ffew people knew of or have seen.
Swooping down with the grace unbenownst to to many humans, the child both being plucked up and his do-rag being tugged away with a soft huff all at once. "It's bad for you, baby." He explained lightly, ignoring the pleading look in those dark eyes.
She clacked at him. The noise and the action were one - the little girl leaned foreward, neck stretched out and snapped her beak together. Melded together with her gurgle of impatiance with his taking away her toy and the sound of her beak snapping created the 'clacking' affect.
Very affective. Patrick just glared, however, well versed in childish impatiance and possesiveness from his first 'born'. The rag was tossed back onto his own bed and one finger pressed down gently on her beak, keeping it from clacking or trying to snap at him.
"No." His voice was still soft, but firm, eyes boring into hers. The parrot whined softly, deep in her throat, instantly apologetic and wanting to be good. Here was a man who had fed her and played with her and he was so colorful! Just like her!
Ruby'd been fun, yeah, but...nothing like him! She knew she'd wail and kick if this colorful boy was taken away from her.
Patrick siiighed and cuddled her up against his chest. "Really, Lahela, it's good that you're insistive. With Iamel, you'll have to be." She burrowed against the rumbling of his chest, little body warm and vibrating happily. Fingers stroke over the soft baby down of her back, smiling faintly.
"C'mon, baby... Let's get you something to eat."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 7:28 pm
Well..he was back. It was the day after christmas For those who don't know about us narking with time - he was back from the Island and there was a feathery yearling parrot girl strapped to the front of him. she was bouncing and clacking her beak together, little feathered arms waving in the air as Patrick, her and the wand moved into the wand shop.
"Ianna? Matilda?" He called out, glancing around.A little bag was tied around the front of the wand, keeping the wisp from blowing away amidst the cold wind that day. "It's Patrick! C'mout, C'mout, wherever you are! The thing is molting!"
Ianna stepped from the back room, a small smile on her lips as she bounced the cooing Coailiann in her arms. Her left arm seemed a little better than before, and she seemed quite happy at the moment.
She had finally fed the little Sidhe without the food being spattered all over the walls.
"Ahhh, so yours is the second to grow to a wisp, Patrick. Congratulations. How's it---" she paused seeing the little girl. "Oh! She's precious!"
Coailiann cooed as she looked over to the birdy and made a little sound, which actually made it seem she was trying to chirp LIKE a bird. Hands clapped gleefully as she stretched them out, making little grabby hands.
Ianna shook her head. "No, Kay."
"Yeah, he turned into this wispy little thing on the boat ride to get Lahela." The dark man paused before glancing down, grinning at the little parrot in the baby-thing, strapped to his chest.
"THIS is Lahela, actually. She was a scientific experiment, I'm getting paid to take care of her like a parent but gods--" The boy put the wand securely into his back pocket (where it was less likely to be grabbed and used harshly) before unhooking the parrot girl, lifting her up easily. "--Isn't she bloody adorable? I swear to god, I melted. Mordread had a happy-mommy type fit. It was cute."
A crooked grin, a ring-covered finger moving to rub the top of the girls beak. She trilled, softly, eyes flutering closed for a brief second. "She's a doll, too. Just...kind of insistant sometimes. How's yours?"
Ianna sat herself down and set Coailiann down on the ground. She immediately started to crawl around the room, putting random things in her mouth. "Coailiann!" she said with exhasperation and stood once more, picking the babe up and putting her in her playpen instead, handing her a teething ring. "There."
Once her daughter was situated she looked to the darker man. "Oh, rebellious and loud as ever..perhaps you'd like to put Lahela in the pen with Kay? And...Well, wisps are usually the shortest stage, from what Matty says..." she paused. "It'll be a baby ghost soon."
"Does that mean I don't have to worry about it blowing away then?" His voice pitched to something almost desperate, cuddling the little girl close before moving over to that little pen.
"She won't try to hit her or anything, will she? Lahelas bones are hollow and I'm a little paranoid about them breaking.."
He frowned down at the clacking, chirruping baby in his arms. Rebellious she was as well... Girls. PAH.
Ianna shook her head. "Kay isn't violent." she said softly and watched the little girl chew on her teething ring. "She's actually a sweetheart, when she's not rebelling against something or another."
The woman paused and then shook her head again, remembering he had asked about the wisp. "You have to be careful with it, still. This is it's most delicate stage."
"Okat..." His voice was soft, rubbing the other babys beak before moving closer to the pen, giving her cheek a soft kiss. A quiet laugh at her squaking croak and he put the little girl down into the pen.
"It's a kid... always have to be careful of them anyway." he shrugs slightly. "What'll happen if it gets blown away? I mean... is it dead? Or just...not visible?"
Ianna gnawed on her lower lip. "If it's blown away, it should regather but....the baby may be slightly deformed...." She didn't really like the sound of that...not at all.
Deformed babies didn't look cuddly and cute. And it wasn't very nice to do to a baby anyway.
Ianna offered Patrick one of the comfortable seats on the couch and sat herself down on one herself, abandoning the stool behind the desk. "Sit, if you'd like to." she murmured, eyes watching the two girls.
Coailiann looked positively enthralled by the parrot-girl and crawled curiously over at her, emerald green eyes giving a brilliant light off...as she did when she was actually interested in something and reached out to gently stroke. "Gurgleglifuh." she managed in her baby speak, giggling and clapping her hands afterwards. She was smart, but hadn't quite said her first word yet. She was still only about five or six months old.
"I don't want to deform it... I was just scared. Now even more so." A grin, slightly nervous, and he shifted his thin body to rest on the seat of the couch. That frame sank a little, his head tilting back to squint at the ceiling.
"...when's it become a baby? I mean..smoke and wand are pretty easy, but I keep freaking out about when it's going to be a real flesh and blood baby." He was always a curious creature, speaking more to the wall then to Ianna. "We've decided on names, though. Yashima, for a boy. Ayame for a girl."
Lahena clacked her beak once or twice in confusion at being left, arms flailing with a loud trill. her head twisted to nibble at Kays neck, prying tongue sliding at lap at the skin near her beak.
Hrm. Weird taste.
Instead of biting down to find out, she just wriggled, hand rising up to pat at Kay as well.
Ianna reached at the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water for herself and then looking at him. "Eh, it's not a stupid being. Your baby will come when it's safe, not when it's dangerous, so that should rest your fears."
A pause. "Those are lovely names." she said "Would you like anything from the fridge?"
Coailiann didn't know how to react to being nibbled at and was still and silent for a moment before giving a little squeel and mimicking the bird baby, nipping at her with her little mouth, which had several tiny teeth in it.
It wouldn't hurt the bird however, and she giggled, clapping her hands again. "Buh!"
"Well, I figured 'Inari' would bring the wrath of the gods on my head and 'kitsune' would just be redundent." A soft snicker, head shaking before he turns back to the girl.
A faint smile, colored nails drumming gently on the edge/arm of the couch. "Water? Juice?" He liked juice. Juice was good. XD
She squealed none the less, small frame wriggling. A little move and she was crawling. Surprisingly flexible for a small thing, she wriggled her way around the other, croaking out a shrill noise. "Ghada!"
Lahelas words werent exactly smooth...but she had one.
A nod and she pulled out a bottle of apple juice. "I would have thought you'd choose a beer myself." she chuckled and closed the door, handing him the bottle and unscrewing the top to her water.
"Mmm, yes that's logical. Are you nervous or excited and happy or...?" she was curious at how the darker man was taking it.
Coailiann giggled and gnawed on her teething ring instead and then offered it to the other little girl with glee. Such a cheerful little girl at the moment. She had a friend, or so she considered already.
"Anuhbah!"
"I'm not a big drinker ta begin with. And I like juice." he snickered softly, tucking his legs up against his chest. "Juice makes you feel better and refreshes you...alcohol numbs the senses. I don't like senses being numbed. Pisses me off."
Dark eyes slant back to the girls playing in the pen. Unbidden, a smile pulled at his full lips, leaning a bit on the arm of the couch. "..nervous, I guess." a shrug, glancing back at her with a little frown. "Excited, 'cause Inari is like..my favorite god EVER but...not exactly happy. I never thought that I would ever have kids - let alone so many."
"Burrbagh?" She creeled out, pecking and gnawing at the teething ring, downy feathers puffing out with a churr. Her head tilted a little bit, nipping at the hardened thing.
Lahela twisted her frame around, beady black eyes peering at her father, searching with a croon. "Dabah!" Croak, chubby hands banging on the teething ring, as if showing it up. "Daaabaaah!"
Ianna gave a chuckle. "Yeah, well you're good with them...and Yashima or Ayame picked you because you were right for them." she smiled and watched the children.
"I can see that you love that girl. I love my Kay as well. Trust me, I was not a baby person until I found Matilda..." she chuckled again and looked over. "They're sweet together."
Coailiann poked at Lahela and giggled again, trying to get the little parrot's attention. Kay was an attention whore.
"You sound like Shanuh. He said that Iamel picked me too...but Iamel seems pretty ********' miserable with me."
A quiet grumble, glancing at her with a faint smile, peeking back at the girls. "I think Lahela is happy to see a kid her age. 'Ccording to the monkey girl - Ruby? - she's the only Boundless her age right now."
A soft sigh, shaking his head and taking a chug of his juice.
Her head swiveled back to Coailiann, croaking out something off, beak clacking again and her small frame crawled past the sidhe, hands moving up to pat at the silverish hair.
"Geee."
Ianna smiled. "All kids go through that phase sooner or later...but...It'll get over with." she gave a sigh. "Lord knows I'm still going through it with my daughter, and she's an Ancient...though she's only been around....a year." she blinked. Had it been a year already?
Coailiann looked to Lahela and gave her somewhat of a child-baby-like hug, cooing and offering her a teddy bear.
"I swear though, Coailiann is nothing like her sister."
"Meh. Him and Akuti argue a lot... I'm praying Foxkit and Lahela get along.." A slow smile, head tilting to peer at her with a soft chuckle. "A year is pretty fast for kids who grow quickly. I've had Iamel since...
"October?"
Head tilt, studying of the teddy bear. "...churr?" Voice slow and hesitant, leaning against Kay before grabbing at the bear.
It promptly got its ear gnawed on.
Ianna gave a smile. "She was grown within two months. She saw how much it hurt me but..." she shrugged. "That's why she altered the spell a little bit. "She didn't want anyone else to go through what I went through.
"They'll get alone fine, I trust that."
Coailiann gave a possesive little squeel as the bear was gnawed on and pulled it back "NO!"
Ianna blinked...Kay had said her first word. "OH MY GOD!"
He couldn't help but laugh, softly, nodding a little bit with a faint, amused smile. "I hope you're--" Kays voice broke through the silence and his eyes snapped open, facing the other with a faint gawk.
"..whoa. She just talked." Grinning a little bit, hopping towards them, his juice still in hand.
Lahela stared at the other, those little beady eyes filling up and... she promptly starting her shriek/croaking, writhing and wriggling on the floor, trying to get away from the angry one.
Ianna ran and picked her daughter up, swinging her around. "You talked! YOU TALKED!" she kissed her all over her little face, much to the infant's displeasure as she squirmed and squeeked.
She looked over to the little girl in the pen as she started shrieking and started to sing, her voice soothing and soft. Hopefully, that would calm them both down.
The singing didn't help the angry little parrot girl. Her arms flailed still and upset eyes were on Patrick as she squaked. Fingers grabbed at him, as close as she could, little baby self wriggling over to him.
She was still croaking.
Patrick sighed, bowing down and scooping the girl up. She croaked and shrilled once or twice before quieting down, beak nipping at his shirt affectionately.
He grinned crookedly, fingers moving to rub the soft downyness, his voice apologetic. "..she's not used to girls 'cept for the monkey girl who took care of her."
Ianna gave a little nod of her head. "Well, it seems she already adores you." Ianna returned to cooing and kissing Coailiann, who, in displeasure, starting screaming and wailing.
The woman sighed and stopped, cradling the girl in her arms now and looking down at her. "Silly girl, you need to learn that crying and screaming isn't going to get you places. You can't always have what you want.
Coailiann's bright green eyes looked to the dark man and the birdie. She didn't have any clue who HE was, but he was holding her new friend. Which she didn't exactly LIKE at all. Small hands made grabby hands as she reached for Lahela, whimpering as if she had been kicked.
She didn't exactly have much interaction with anyone but Matty and Ianna, and those two were weird.
"We've gotten used to each other," He agreed, smiling a little and pressing a soft kiss to the little bird-girls forehead, nuzzling tenderly.
"She thinks Mordreads ears are fun but other then that, she won't let anyone else hold her." A wrinkled nose and he glanced at the sidhe, who was whimpering and grabbing at his daughter. "Put them back together? Coailiann seems ot like her."
Thus, the birdie was put back in the pen.
Lahela squealed and waved her arms about with great glee, giggling n her weird bird way, croaking over to Kay. The small feathery tail fluffed up, trilling softly.
"Mah!"
Ianna chuckled a little. "Perhaps she'll let her other father hold her someday. How are you and Mordread doing anyway? Good, I hope?" She moved to the pen and set the little Sidhe child back in, moving back to the couch and sitting as she had before, watching her girl.
Coailiann, pleased to be out of her mothers arms, immediately skiddaddled to Lahela, clapping her hands with glee and reaching out to poke the little girl...softly. She was still facinated with the fact it was a bird. "La!" she called, offering the teddy bear again. Maybe Lahela had realized it wasn't food now!
"We're..." His face grew hot at the mention of his kitty lover, glancing away with something like...bashful ness? Not shame, oh no, but...bashful! It was kind of..cute, in a way, to see the big bad tough looking boy getting all bashful over the mention of someone else. "We're...really good."
A clearing of his throat, glancing back up at her, "Iamel adores you, I hope you know. The coin collection has him fascinated. He doesn't even glare at Akuti when she walks by!"
"...la?" She crooned, blinking those big black eyes at that poke. Chubby fingers took the bear and she nibbled at his eye only once before patting it on the head.
Giggle~ "Laaaaaaaaaaa. Bayah."
Ianna's eyes brightened knowingly. "Oooh...." he nodded her head. "I see. Well, that's lovely. I suppose me taking the kids that day..." she trailed off, heat touching her face as well. "Well, I'm glad I could help." she smirked as she took a sip of her water.
"Well, the kid's a sweetheart, at least, to me. I figured he just needs to be shown that he can be likeable if he wants. Also glad I could help in saving the adorable girl from him. How does she like the doll?"
Coailiann seemed relieved when Lahela stopped trying to eat her toy and then patting the bear as well. "Eeewah." she said, the name she had had for the bear. Eeewah...Ianna had no idea what it meant, and neither did Coailiann, but she liked it. It was pretty! Just like the shiny buttons used for the eyes. Coailiann liked shiny things.
"It wasn't like.. I mean..." He flustered out something stupid, head ducking a bit and rubbing at his cheeks, peeking back up at her shyly. "...yeah, thanks."
At her comment about Iamel, he glanced up again, lips slowly curling a slight frown. "He can be cute when he's with his friends, or it's just me and him...but he can be seriously...possesive. In a sort of scary way."
Lahela liked color. The little bear wasnt so colorful - so he just got another pat on the head and a confirmation of "Eeewah," Chortled out and she craned her head once to the side. Just making sure her Daddy was still there.
Arms rose and flailed again, small frame leaning over to nibble at the Sidhes scant hair gently with a trill. "Huuuwaaaaaah."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:33 pm
Sigh. Another Baby. It was a simple mealtime thing. Patrick was feeding Lahela bits of mango and oranges, one by one. Her beak would pop open (juice dribbling down, of course, in the way babies are prone to) and a croak would shudder its way out of her throat, beady, dark eyes on her father in the most demanding of ways.
"Graaack!"
"Yes, baby. Food. Good food. Vrooom goes the airplane," Patrick monotoned, grinning at her impatiant slamming hands before pressing the fruit into her eager mouth. Her beak snapped shut, cheeks working vigorously against the slick fruit before her head tilted up. Swallowing made it look like she was injecsting a huge worm instead of something small and chewable. He made a face, glancing away right about the time his cell phone began to buzz.
To distract Lahela, he pushed more bits of food onto her high chair top and grabbed his cell, unminding of the sticky marks he'd be leaving on the expensive piece of technology. "Patrick here."
The following conversation left his mouth open and his eyes wide, head twisting around widely. "MORDREAD!" He shrieked once he hung up, causing Lahela to look up sharply..but not cry, being the good girl she was. "MORDREAD! Mordread, where thef uck are you?!"
Mordread sat in the bathroom, staring at the shower. He still was unaccustomed to how to work the great beast-thingy-ma-jigger, and confusion was all over his face. He poked at the knobs, expecting the water to fly from the head and scooted himself backwards to watch. This, however, did not work...as to be expected. Silly Mordread didn't know he was supposed to TWIST the knobs. It was all too new to him, besides, the little blue and red buttons should have worked. Right!? Right.
Hearing his lover's screaming, and feeling a little panicked at the tone of voice, he jumped and tripped over several things in the bathroom, getting to the door, hitting his head on the wood, twisting the knob, opening it, falling on the ground on his way out, crawling half way into the kitchen and then managing to pull himself up, panting. "You.." pant "Rang?"
"Fourth Wall!" Was all the dark man could say, grabbing Mordread by the shoulders with a grin. "I--I mean! Another baby! A fourth wall center podling! I got the call and and and.." Obviously, the thin boy was excited, eyes bright behind his thick emo-glasses, hauling Mordread closer with a laugh.
What more could he bloody well say? ...well... "Karma, she called and said that she approved the application and - well, s**t!" A pause, eyes widening and glancing at Lahela. "...two babies. We have.. I need to sit down.."
Mordread's green eyes widened. "BABY! ANOTHER ONE?!" And then...that meant his application was denied. Oh well, he'd have a baby anyway! "Oh! That's awesome, Patrick!" he chuckled and sat down, looking at Lahela. "Two babies...it's going to be a tight fit until we get that house, but..." he trailed off slowly. "You have me to help, you don't have to do it alone, and...and...." he seemed rather excited as well, eyes glittering. Babies! Mordread had never expected kids and now he had..how many? Five?
"Yeah... more.." He grinned a little bit, glancing back at Lahela. She was currently shoveling her mouth full of food and being quite contented about it. Patricks eyes were dialated with excitement and his hands were trembling slightly. What more could a geek ask for? A cute science expermiment and a (cute, he was sure) baby from another dimension!
"Could you watch Lahela for a little while? Karma said to come alone to get him - a boy! We have a boy!" Despite his momentarily sidetracking, Patrick barreled on, grinning, "Alone, because he seemed a little...active."
Mordy nodded. "Of course I can, Patrick..." he looked fondly over at the little girl. "And a little boy! Oh Patrick..." Mordread's tail flicked about excitedly. "I can't believe we're getting another kid! I never thought I'd..." he bounced in his seat and took a peace of mango, offering it to Lahela. "You hungry lil girl?"
Patricks grin widened and he twisted around, pressing a fond kiss to Mordreads throat. "I'll be back as soon as I can be." Fingers stroked through Mordreads hair before petting at Lahelas beak before he skirted off to the Fourth Wall Center.
Lahela was, indeed, hungry. Once she ate...she slept. She was good like that.
(It continues on but nothing with Lahela in it.)
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:24 pm
Dear live journal wanna be,
So...the wispy thing went into something Ianna calls a 'baby ghost'. Supposedly that means I'm like one 'stage' away from getting a baby, according to the lovely wand shop owner herself.
I can hear whispers in my head. Baby talk. Pictures and feelings that this little fox thing is experiancing - I still think it's a boy. I've started calling him Yashima in my head, and when I talk to him. He doesn't seem to mind.
Lahela and Coailiann have become friends..whenever I go to the Wand Shoppe, she's with me, squealing and bouncing and ever so happy with her friend and she's learned to speak!
Oh, yes. My little fluffy feathered baby has learned how to say "********", "kill" and "no", all in one go. Mordread has yet to find out - thank god. He'll kill me when he finds out that whenever Lahela sees Coailiann she screams out, "******** KILL!"
It's scary, man.
I'm taking her back to the island sometime this week or two...she needs to get back and visit. Ruby'll probably be thinking I'm trying to EAT her or something.
PSH.
Anyway. Baby ******** kill.
Akilah is PSYCHO.
-Patrick.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:32 pm
It seemed the Christmas season was the busiest time for Ianna simply because in the last few weeks, so many wands had come into existance, that she had yet to find homes for at least one of them. The Christmas wand, ironically, had yet to find a home. It was sitting behind the main shop's desk at the moment, most probably collecting dust.
Ianna, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch reading the book she had been so rudely interrupted with to find the southern wand. Thankfully, she had found the owner the next day. And now, she was free - for the time being - and lounging in the headquarters.
Coailiann was sitting in the playpen - the damned contraption - happily gnawing on some slices of apple that her mother had given her. It had taken her a lot of crying to get them, especially after the stunt she had pulled with the apples previously, but she got them. She always got what she wanted! No more of that icky rice cereal.
And she was still peeved at that cat boy for peeing on her. She wasn't a toilet or a diaper! WHY was SHE peed on? Pausing in her apple-gnawing, she took a delicate sniff at herself. Nope. Didn't smell like pee anymore. At least her mother was good for something. She smelled perfectly like a rose - just how she liked it.
"Hellllllo~" Patrick called out as he entered the shop, grinning a little bit as he wandered into the area where Ianna and Caoiliann were settled. He had a baby ghost wisping on his shoulder, the little blue and black 'tail' fluttering a bit as they wandered inside and Lahela and Akilah on his back and his front, respectively.
"How've things been, ladies?" Ianna was on the recieving end of a rather dashing smile, since..patrick was like that, as he unhooked Akilah. The small meerkat squealed happily, bouncing and jumping in his little carrier as he was released.
"CHIRRUP!" he squealed, giggling and wriggling all the more, little paws waving.
Ianna looked up from her book, slightly annoyed at the fact that she was interrupted in her reading - until she saw who it was that was speaking. She placed the book down and sat herself up, smiling at the darker man. "Well, long time no see, Patrick, how're you and the kids and lover boy?"
Coailiann looked over at the brood that Patrick brought with him, mainly the meerkat. It looked too much like a rat for her to handle and she scoooted, quite fearfully, to the other side of the playpen. "RAT!" she squeed, her little green eyes widening.
"We're okay. Moving soon. Iamel has actually accepted the two little buggers. I was surprised." Patrick paused in seeing Caoiliann being so afraid of he little meerkat. Akilah trilled happily, arms waving happily, his tail curled slightly under him.
"Gat!" Lahela squeaked from behind Patrick, ittle finger-claws squeezing gently together, flexing on the broad band of cloth on her stomach. "Gat! Kyuah!"
"You alright, Coailiann?" Patrick asked, eyebrows furrowing a little bit as he crouched beside the pen. Lahela giggled at the moving and Akilah simply peered curiously at the little Ghost. One more squeal from the meerkat. "This is Akilah. He's just a baby, like you. Like Lahela."
"Kwaheela!" Said the little parrot. She was in a jovial mood today.
"Well, I suppose that is a miracle..." she paused. "I found two more coins for the collection I started him on, by the way." she smiled. She was kind of fond of the little woodpecker...
Coailiann seemed to calm a little bit at the sight of her birdy-friend, but the little meerkat was still making her terrified. It looked too much like a rat for her liking. She didn't know WHY she was so afraid of it, and that made it even worse. Coailiann didn't like not knowing why something was happening, especially if it was happening to her.
The little sidhe scrunched up her face and curled up crying softly. "Rat..rat..." she murmured, her little rear end wiggling as she tried to 'hide' from the little meerkat.
"I don't think he'll mind." He smiles faintly before frowning at the fright from the meerkat. Akilah whined softly, wriggling a little and his father sighed, putting the little animal on his shoulders. The meerkat squealed softly, wriggling back into his favorite position - straddling Patricks neck from behind, legs around his neck, arms wrapped as far around his head as he could reach.
"Chrrrt." He mourned, black ears laid back against his skull. Patrick just grumbled and shifted the gear, unhooking Lahela so he could put the little bird girl near Coailiann.
"Gat!" She squealed happily, crawling over to Kay and collapsing on her, preening her litle silver hair gently, feathery body curled close. "Gat, gat!"
"I don't know what's gotten into Coailiann." Ianna said, her brow creasing as she moved towards the pen. "Tis not a rat, little girl, why are you so afraid baby?" her gentle hands stroked the little girl's fine white hair.
Coailiann seemed to calm at her mother's touch and her little green eyes peered out, staring at the meerkat. "No rat?" she whispered, slowly uncurling and sitting up. She was still shaking a little bit, however.
When Lahela crawled to her she smiled sweetly and patted at the birdie, seeming to cheer up greatly at her friend. "La!" she giggled, green eyes glittering just a bit.
"Not a rat," He agrees, one hand reaching up to ruffle the little meerkats back gently, fingers curling around his little tail. "He's a meerkat, baby. Nothing close to a rat, not at all. Cuter then a rat."
"Churrr..." Akilah seemed to agree, gnawing softly at his fathers hair, small tail curling around the others fingers. Black eyes, always curious, drifted over to Ianna, wriggling a little bit against his fathers head. "Churr?"
Lahela clacked her beak already, nibbling more at her hair before flapping her wings/arms enthusiastically, huffing at Coailiann. "Kah! Gat kah!"
Coailiann smiled a little at the darker man and reached out for him, tentively. Or maybe she was reaching out for the little meerkat. It still looked like a rat to her, but if the big man and her mommy said it wasn't, then it wasn't.
She was temporarily distracted, however, by Lehela nibbling and flapping around. "Ooblah?"
Then she noticed the baby ghost and blinked, waving at it. Hi ghostie? she would murmur in her mind, wondering if it could talk back.
Akilah was a bad, BAD child. When Coailiann reached out to touch him, lips peeled back slightly and he chittered at the other girl, hands twisting almost harshly in the dark mans hair.
Patrick yelped and jumped a little bit, eyes wide. "Akilah! Don't do that! Damnit!" The meerkat ignored him, nails digging in and tugging, huffing a little as Patrick stoof, winding a little bit.
Lahela giggled, nibbling more and bouncing still. "La gat! Lat gat kah!" Where she was talking in a babyish talk, the baby ghost couldn't, not yet. It could send images, though, and feelings. When Coailiann 'spoke' to him, she recieved a curious little feeling, little fragmented 'thoughts' of the world and of her and everything.
Basically, she recieved a 'hello, faerie thing' type of greeting, the small flurred ears atop of the ghost quirking
Coailiann, to put it lightly, completely freaked out when Akilah chittered at her. They said he was a baby! A...Meer...Meer...Meer thingy! But it acted just like a rat! Now the poor little Sidhe was very confused, and even more frightened than before. Her little hand snapped back and she curled up in a little ball, careful of Lahela. In fact, her little head found Lahela and buried it in her feathers. "Bad!" she whimpered.
Big rat bad.... the little Sidhe said in her mind, almost ready to cry.
"Coailiann, please don't be afraid. He's just a baby, just like you are, ok?" His voice is quiet, tugging Akilah away from his head to cuddle the diapered child to his chest. Akilah churred faintly, looking abashed when his father bapped his nose quietly in remorse. "He won't hurt you, darling. He doesn't bite."
Lahela wrapped her arms around the others small body, beak nibbling along her head, rocking her gently, despite being just a baby. "Bah," She agreed, chirping gently, "Bah gat."
shhhh... THe little baby ghost whispered, finally moving around Patrick to hover in front of kay. Bad? He didn't understand bad, or big or rat but he understood her fear and her tears.
Once more she was slightly calmed down, both by the blue and black baby ghost and Lahela. Her green eyes peeked out and she offered a shaky smile, a few tear-stains on her pale white cheeks. "Tay." she answered childishly, slowly sitting up and balling her hands into fists, wiping her eyes.
The little Sidhe was very confused. She didn't know why such a little thing would frighten her so much...She didn't like not understanding!
Little hands moved to stroke at Lahela again, nose nosing at her in affection, green eyes staring at the baby ghost. Another hand went out and gently touched the solidifying smoke. Not enough to make anything go wrong, just enough to show her appriciation. She knew what it was like, being that, even if she hadn't been it for long.
Tankie. she murmured in her mind again.
"Okay," Patrick said softly, sighing and stroking slowly against the meerkats soft fur on his stomach. THAT caused Akilahs eyes to droop closed, crooning softly under his breath, slowly sinking into sleepiness. "Best way to keep him calm," He murmured, glancing over to Ianna, "Pet his stomach and he melts."
Lahela giggles quietly, little feathers floofing up in pleasure at the nuzzling. "Yah," She chirruped, "Yah fah gat." A firm nod, nibbling more at her friend, at her ear, litle frame wriggling.
The babyghosts tail flickered once as he floated his way back to Patrick, hiding behind his head almost shyly. He'd comforted and now was the time to go back to his Companion.
Ianna had been watching silently the entire time, not being one to comfort very well. "Most children are like that, especially anthros, I think." she answered, glad that Coailiann was calm yet again.
Coailiann eached for her apple slices and offered one of them to the little parrot, giggling. She seemed back to her normal self now, "Apple!" she cooed, taking yet another piece and putting it in her mouth to gnaw at it. Green eyes moved to look at Patrick, thought better of eating the last apple slice, and offered the slobbered on fruit to the darker man, her innocent eyes sweet.
"Well, Lahela was the first anthro I had..and she haaaates it. With a passion. She likes being petted, though, when it's putting her feathers back into order." He grinned, shoulders rising into a faint shrug as he continued to pet, "And Akilah...is psycho. I fear for when he can walk."
"...chirpt?"
"Yes, you, you little ******** Mufasa mouthful."
Lahela looked up from snapping at the apple, managing to get a mouthful of apple. "********?" She chirped, bouncing slightly, eyes alit. "Fuscking! ********! Eee! ******** went pale under the pigment, momentarily forgetting his offer of apple from Coailiann. "...did...d-did..."
Ianna...almost died laughing. At least Coailiann's first word had been something simple, like 'no'. But ********? That was just absolutely bloody hilarious. "Welll..." she said, taking a deep breath. "Congrats, Patrick."
Coailiann blinked. "Fu..cking?" she mimicked her new friend and then giggled. "******** ******** ******** style="color: darkblue">
That got a glare from Ianna. "Oh...great." she muttered. "juuuust great. Thanks Patrick." it was a joking glare, of course, but eh.
"No! No, Akilah, Lahela. That is a very, very bad word. You shouldn't say that." He huffed a little, head shaking. "Good for speaking but BAD word."
Coailiann was happily mimicking her friend. "******** ******** ******** fuuuuuccccking!" she was clapping her hands and singing it in almost a sing-song voice.
So all three babies were pretty much being potty mouths, and it was funny. At least, to Coailiann, who had no idea what it meant.
When Patrick started talking again she paused and looked at him with a quizzical look. "Bad?" she asked sweetly, now gnawing on the apple she had offered him. Since he didn't take it, it was HERS.
"Stop saying it," Patrick pleaded with the children, huffing over at Coailiann. "Very bad. Mommies and daddies don't like you to say stuff like ********!" Lahela giggled out anyway, chomping on the last of the apple with a happy churr. "********, dah! Kah ********. Mordread is going to KILL me."
"Kill! ******** Kill! Kill ********! GEE!"
Coailiann was a good girl, for the most part, so she shut up and simply settled for gnawing on her thumb, since the apple had run out. New teeth were coming in, but since she was a good baby she didn't cry to let that be known.
People should just watch her enough to know what she was in discomfort. She WAS the princess, after all! Or, so Ianna kept telling her. Green eyes looked with amusement at Lahela and then giggled. "Kill! Kill!" she squeed and then dove for the blankie at the other side of the pen to hide. The dark man was getting frustrated!
Indeed, he growled quietly, shifting to hook Akilah back into the front of his two-seater for both children. "C'mon, Lahela. We're going to get you home so Mordread doesn't freak out."
"Kill!" She squeaked again, turning tail and trying to race to Coailiann - before being scooped up by her father. Another squeak, writhing in his hands and huffing, jumping slightly in his grasp. "Gah! ********! Dah dah dah dah no!" Lahela shrieked, wailing again as she was pulled away from her friend.
The wand looked on in amusement.
Coailiann peeked innocently out from beneath the blankies and gave a pitiful kind of whine as Lahela was plucked away from her. "LA!" she screeched, reaching out and just narrowly missing the baby's wing. Then she started to cry. Loudly.
Ianna blinked. "Well, they seem to get along lovely." she murmured, a glint in her silver eyes as she watched.
"And I'm sure they'll have a lovely lesbionic affair when they're older but for now.." He sighed, twisting the carrier around so he could put in the squirming infant - who kept screech/wailing, little body wriggling against his hands before she got snapped in.
Lahela whined and wilted, falling limp against the carrier. "Kaaaaaaah," She whined, little clawedness reaching out, flexing for her friend.
"Mmm, Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Good luck with Mordread, by the way." she commented. "He'll be thrilled she spoke."
Coailiann whimpered and settled herself down, clinging to her blankie and then...a piece of half chewed apple fell out. Oh! Idea! Coailiann snapped the apple up and chucked it. Right. At. Patrick's. Head.
It would, in fact, stick to his glasses (was he wearing them.)
"OHBAH!"
Her finale retaliation before she settled into the pen and started to suck her thumb again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:36 pm
Coailiann sat quietly in her playpen, as she usually did, gnawing on apples. Her mother had gone to find yet another wand the previous day, and was napping on the couch, one of her magazines flopped over her face to shield her closed eyes from the light coming through the windows.
And for once, Coailiann understood that her mother needed rest. She longed to scream and yell and make a lot of noise...but no, she would be a good girl.
Good girls got to see friends and eat apples and stay away from that god awful rice pudding! So, a good girl is what she would be.
Amparo sighed as she was led by two men into the Wand Shoppe. Of course, until they realized they didn't know how to get into the Headquarters.
Smugly, Amparo led the way, and looked around as she entered, frowning. "Ia--" She stopped her yell when she saw the sleeping form, and looked amused. Her wand was in a belt loop, held securely there by a piece of string.
Antonio looked around curiously, frowning. "It's so big." He muttered, walking out towards the middle of the room. He stopped when he saw a play pen, and curiously moved forward.
He saw a baby. Antonio made a face and stepped away from the play pen, shaking his head. "There's a baby in there." He mumbled at Amparo and Jonathan's curious glance.
Jonathan snorted. "You're not afraid of babies, are you?"
"Do you want to change the diapers?"
"... Right then!" He turned to Amparo. Amparo rolled her eyes at the boys, and walked to the play pen, smiling.
"It's Coailiann." She replied, rolling her eyes at the boys. "Honestly."
As always, Patrick came to visit. Here he came, this time, with the little wand fluttering above his shoulder and Lahela strapped to his chest like usual.
And...there were new people? Eyebrows arched as he saw two - no, three - other people enter the Wand Shoppe. How odd.
So the lanky,dark man followed them inside, grinning a little as he heard their discussion about babies. Lahela, hearing Coailianns name, waved her hands and gave a sharp squeak.
"Kay lah! KAAAAAY! GYAAAAAH! ********!" She squealed, wriggling happily. Patrick winced and rubbed his temples, glancing to the playpen, lips pursed. Damn.
The man still wasn't sure what to do with it. A wand. Take care of a wand - he could do that, he really could. D was good at taking care of things, it was something he'd been told he'd excelled at.
Perhaps it was his typical gentle nature, or the fact that he didn't have much of a spine. Whatever the case, the man with the pink hair, his business suit, and briefcase (as well as his free hand holding the wand) made his way into the little shop.
Upon entrance, he did pause to look up, his eyebrows arching over his glasses. It seemed that this place was quite the popular hot spot for, well, many types of people. He knew none of them, and had only wanted to stop in on his lunch break to (perhaps) have a word with Ianna.
He saw a crib, and a few folks scattered around it. There were a variety of folks - and some even had wands of their own! Well, at least he wasn't the only one here, that made him feel a bit better. Everyone at the office wondered why he was bringing a staff in - but then, everyone at the office thought him rather strange anyway, so taking care of a staff was (by all means) nothing short of surprising.
Making his way over to a corner (he didn't want to disturb anything or anyone) he did blanch when he heard something - someone - another baby? scream <********>. Who would teach their child something like that, D didn't know, but heaven forbid he stand on a pedestal and preach.
It wasn't like he was a father. Yet.
Ianna had only been sleeping for a good ten minutes before she heard the quiet voices of Amparo and two males she didn't recognize. She figured, since they were quiet, they were respecting her rest. Thus, she did not stir.
Not until the screeching parrot anthro made her jump about a foot in the air and roll off the couch, hitting her head on the coffee table. "********!" she cried out, rubbing her head as she sat herself up. Three of the guardians were now in the headquarters. At the same time. Was something wrong? "Urm...Hi guys.." she murmured sleepily. "Something up?"
Sleep-disoriented eyes moved from Amparo, to the two males with her, to Patrick, and to D. And then to Coailiann.
Lahela was here, meaning the silence would end and Coailiann would start up her screeching...and the profanity she had learned from the parrot.
Unfortunately, she was right.
It seemed she was getting better at the baby babble.
Amparo glanced up when she heard someone come in, and arched an eyebrow slightly at the man with the bird-child. She looked faintly amused, but kept her mouth quiet as she watched.
Soon enough, another man with pink hair entered. Antonio arched an eyebrow. "Well this is a regular hot spot, isn't it." He muttered, looking around calmly at all the people now standing in the Headquarters.
"They all have wands?" Antonio looked over at Amparo, who shrugged.
"I dunno." She replied, rubbing her neck sheepishly. When she heard the parrot child screech '********!', she couldn't help her amusement. Antonio coughed, trying not to laugh, and covered his mouth hard.
Amparo turned when she heard Ianna, and smiled sheepishly. "Hello, Miss Ianna." She greeted. "Uh, the boys just wanted to see the Headquarters." She rubbed her neck sheepishly.
Jonathan waved from the spot behind Amparo, and Antonio moved up in front, waving sheepishly. "Hello." They both echoed in unison.
"I--sorry, Ianna." His voice was a mutter, unhooking the squealing, screeching little parrot-anthro. If his skin was light enough to see a blush, it would've been dark with embaressment. As it was, his head merely ducked to hide it.
"Only so many can be baby-sat at once and you know she adores Coailiann.." A sheepish smile before putting Lahela down into the pen. The baby-ghost hovered about his shoulder before fluttering over to Ianna, the black and blue cloud of baby fox nesting on Iannas hair momentarily.
"New people. Oh Hello too." A faint grin.
Lahela crawled over to Coailiann quickly, squealing loudly once more. "******** style="font-size: 9px">D continued to watch the procedings quietly, still a bit taken aback. He clutched a little tighter at the wand in his hand, part of him feeling foolish for even bothering to enter.
Maybe his questions should have waited? But, at the same time, they couldn't wait! He was going to be a father - He, himself - a father. He'd have to take care of a child who was supposedly going to come from this wand, and part of him wasn't sure he was ready for it.
Oh, he wouldn't trade it for the world, not now - but he was a bit worried. Pre-paternal panic, really. He'd never expected to have children so soon, much less a child that would come from a wand!
But, stranger things had happened.
Like babies, screaming "********", and a little floating blue spirit. "Oh, don't mind me," he hastily explained, kind of holding up his briefcase, as if that explained everything. "I can always come back later!" Just in case she was busy.
He hadn't expected quite a crowd.
"Really, it's no problem guys." she said sleepily. "I just didn't get a whole lot of rest, found another wand last night and..." her eyes stopped on D. "And the new guardian has decided to grace us with his presence." she gave a yawn and wiped at her silver eyes, standing up and walking to the mini-fridge. Damned be magic, she needed coffee.
"Patrick, you know damn well you and your spawn are allowed here any time..and that goes for all of you." she yawned yet again, pulling a piping hot cup of mocha blend from the fridge and closing the door, bringing it to her lips and instantly sipping at it.
She sputtered and whined. Damn, she forgot how hot it was.
"You're welcome to stay, D. I know you have questions, and Patrick being the most experianced with wand-dom could probably help you out."
Coailiann instantly hugged her little anthro friend and gave a little coo of pleasure. "La!" she said gleefully, "********!" she said again, earning her a glare from her mother. "Oops." she murmured, looking down. "Sos!"
Her way of saying sorry.
Antonio eyed the babies with curiosity, moving closer to the pen cautiously. "... They're so tiny." He mumbled, frowning. "Are they always that obscene?" He looked over at Patrick curiously, arching an eyebrow.
Amparo rolled her eyes. "You could introduce yourself, 'Tony." She pointed out, jabbing him lightly in the side with her finger. Antonio wiggled away from the offending digit and glared at his mother.
"I'm Antonio." He greeted, holding out his hand to Patrick. "It's nice to meet you." He smiled at him, and then looked at the babies again. "... They're still really tiny."
Jonathan snorted and ruffled Antonio's hair. "They're babies. They're supposed to be tiny." Antonio glared at his uncle and fixed his hair cheekily, grumbling.
Amparo sighed and pinched her nose, shaking her head at the boys. She looked over at D and smiled. "You're a new guardian too, then?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:36 pm
((I am not counting this towards her needed rps/journal enteries but it's going to be important in his life so...yeah. It's going here.))
It was...a few days later and the poor cat boy was rather sore. So sore, in fact, the moment he woke up from their sex-induced stupor...He decided he needed a hot bath. A long one. His head turned to look at his love, a small smile on his face. Mordread didn't exactly know what had gotten into the darker man, but he wasn't complaining. Maybe his body was - but he was not. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, the furry man slid out of the bed and walked, albeit slowly, to the bathroom. Mmm. Hot water.
Patrick made a quiet noise, eyes fluttering with a soft pursed lips. His nose wrinkles when he felt the weight leave teh bed and the cold set in. "Mordread?" The dark mans voice was rasping, eyes fluttering slightly... He was SORE, damnit.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around, already half way there. His head peeked into the room with a warm smile, "You rang, love?" he asked, wincing at bending so far forward. They probably wouldn't be able to walk very well for a long time. Nor would they have another romp in the bed for a while - for once, Mordread was sexed out.
The multicolored eyes squinted, nose wrinkling before twisting to face him, blinking tiredly. "....I hurt." His voice was still rasping, sore from all the screaming and moaning he'd been doing, slowly pushing himself up.
"Me too, love...Wanna share a warm bath?" His green eyes showed merriment as he leaned against the door frame for support. He wanted that warm water to relax his body enough so it didn't feel as if he was as stiff as a steel pole - and not in the good way.
"Mmhmm.." His eyebrows knitted together as the dark man pushed himself up and out of the bed, letting out a quiet noise. "Ow..ow ow ********.." He pursed his lips, head shaking slightly. "What the hell was.."
"I don't know. It was fun while it lasted, love, but we're going to be regretting it for at least a week. Or two," his hand reached out to offer itself to his lover, ready to have them help eachother to the bathroom. It vaguely crossed his mind that his lover was probably in more pain than he was. After all - he had been the bottom that time.
Or for the rest of their lives. Patrick reached for the others hand, pulling himself up with a soft hiss, shuddering. "s**t.. That HURTS.." His eyes closed for a moment, leaning a little into the others frame, hand moving around Mordreads body.
"I know, love. You were like a man possessed, though. Man..." he laughed softly and started to hobble towards the bathroom with the other man, carefully taking the taller man's weight onto him. Even his tail hurt - which wasn't surprising. It had probably been pulled several times during their frenzy, "The bath should help, though."
"I don't know what came over me.." He frowned a little, leaning and nuzzling into the other. Since MOrdread was holding onto him, his hand reached for the nozzle, twisting the warm water on. "Nnn... I feel like I've been pile drived by a whole football team.."
"Three days of sex will do that to you, Patrick," he said softly, helping him to sit at the side of the tub with him, "I've only seen and smelt that a few times, and I've never in humans. Patrick, you smelled as if you were in heat. I don't know why, but that's what made me go so wild. I'm part cat, after all..."
"I went into what?" Patrick blinked at that, stretching slightly as his fingers dipped down, touching the slowly filling tub. "I'm a human. I don't go into heat."
Reclusive Dreams (12:48:59 AM): "I know what I smelled. I don't know why or how, but I do know what I smelled. My body wouldn't have been able to go on so much if I hadn't," he shook his head a little bit, "Maybe you should ask your mother when she drops the kids off."
"Oh..." His face heated up slightly, head dipping with a faint nose, nose crinkling up with a faint sigh. "Maybe I should...but they always said that we were human.. Only human."
"Well, love, a body goes into heat for one reason - it wants children. If it WAS heat you went into, I don't know," he smiled weakly, "It wouldn't hurt to discuss it with her. I know you're a male and male's don't get pregnant. They just don't...Unless you're a seahorse. Which I don't think have heats," he furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
"I'm NOT a seahorse. I hate the water." he grumbled slightly, nose crinkling up. "And I can't get pregnant. I'm a boy." Patrick frowned and, when the water was warm enough, slid back down against the water, submerging himself and patting his lap for Mordread.
Mordread happily obliged, giving a little moan as he felt the water envelop him, "Mmm...So good," he murmured, closing his eyes, "And I know you're a boy. I'm very aware of that...Your mom's coming with the kids sometime today, right? Just may as well ask."
"Probably.." He grumbled, pressing a soft, pierced kiss to Mordreads shoulder. Dark arms wrapped around his diminutive lover, chin resting on his skin slightly. "I'll ask her.."
Mordy smiled and turned his head to look at him, "I love you," he murmured, nuzzling back against him as he let the hot water soak his tired, sore body. It was so nice to have the warm embrace of both water and his lover.
"Love you too." He smiled quietly, nuzzling once more against the other. But...there was a niggling in the back of his head. Female cats went into a simaler heat when they were ready to have kittens..no male of ANY species he knew gave off the '******** me NOW' type waves unless they were hermaphrodite frogs or something... He was worried...
It was a good hour soaking before he heard a knock at the door, "Someone's at the door..." his body was still sore - but it was about 10 times better than it had been before. The water, thankfully, actually helped him. For being a cat and not liking water very much...He was starting to love it for what it did.
"I'll do it.." A soft grumble, kissing at his neck and moving Mordread to the side of the bathtub. "Coming!" Calling out, standing with a grab at the towel, wrapping it around his waist. A brief tightening before moving to to the front door. "Coming, com--Hey, mom."
"Oh my god! You're bruised all over!"
Mordread soon followed, wrapped in a towel as well - though it fit him like a dress. It looked rather amusing, actually, "Hello, Mrs. White," came his voice as he moved slowly to the couch and managed to sit down. The cat boy could barely stand, still. He was still rather tired, but he wouldn't let that show. He just needed to sit down.
Too bad for Mordread. Akuti barreled in, tackling the catboy with a happy squeal. She was wearing a red hair ribbon and looked so very excited. "Daddy M! We had yummy food and I gots a ribbon!"
Deliah was holding a sleeping Yashima, Akilah and Lahela - yes. All of them were asleep. She was beaming and looking EXCEEDINGLY proud of herself. "Hello! Mordread, what did you DO to my baby?"
Mordread winced as the satyr girl tackled him, but fell back on the couch and wrapped his little girl up in his arms, "Oh that's wonderful, sweet heart! Your ribbon looks so very beautiful on you my little Aphrodite," he chuckled softly and nuzzled into her hair, looking over to his lover's mother.
"A little of this...A little of that....A LOT of something else. Nothing that you'd want to hear details on."
She beamed up at him, cuddlig close against Mordread, arms wrapping around him happily. "I like the color red! Like Daddys eyes." She nodded, humming and cuddling still. Deliah simply arched her eyebrows, moving towards the bedroom and dropping the children off.
"Iamel is with one of the other...winged things right now. He called him a pirate?" She shrugged, nose wrinkling. "And the kingfisher...flew off. God knows where he is."
"DAX IS MISSING?!!!!!?!" Mordread screamed, sitting up rather quickly, though careful of Akuti in his arms, "YOU LET MY SON GO OFF?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Okay. So Mordread was overreacting - but the child was his first. And currently, only that could move and wasn't made out of goo.
Her eyebrow arches slightly. "We were by the park." Her voice was dry at that, looking at the kitty boy with amusement, "He said something about the koi fish and flew off, according to Iamel, before we dropped Iamel off. I wouldn't call it missing so much as enjoying a nice lunch outside of the prying eyes of humans."
"He probably doesn't even know the way HOME!" he was breathing heavily now, stroking at the satyr girl's hair gently to calm himself down. Mordread was...very over protective when it came to the children, it seemed.
"Iamel does," Patrick supplied, sitting down near Mordread, stroking his kittens ear soothingly. "He knew when he was a woodpecker too, love. Calm down." Akuti was scared, obviously. o.o Clinging to Mordread
The cat boy calmed down, both for Akuti's sake and the fact his lover was now stroking at his ears, "Mmph. But.. It's...Dax..."
"And he's psycho. Psychos manage to remember weird things." He grinned, laughing and pressing a kiss against his lovers temple. "Mother wouldn't let a defenseless birdie fly off."
"He ate all the fish in my aquarium."
"He's a King fisher. Fishers do that. Buy new fish," Mordread didn't think fish could cost too too much. He'd been to the pet store and seen tiny little fishies going for 10 cents a piece. Couldn't be too bad, right? Right. Besides, even fish to eat didn't cost him more than a few dollars a pound.
"It's not EASY to find some of those fish! One of them cost me one hundred k in the market place," She sniffed, shoulders rising into a shrug. "I got him lobster ut.."
Mordread blinked, "One hundred thousand? Are you freaking NUTS? Spending THAT much on a FISH? Something that you eat for dinner?!" he blinked again, looking incredibly...appalled that someone would waste money on something that swam and shat all day.
"Well, we don't EAT them. They live in a tank." She stared at Mordread in return, looking completly unruffled.
Patrick broke in, clearing his throat. "Mom. I have a question for you. Ae we fully human?"
She blanched at that, face flushing slighty. "Why do you ask?"
Mordread blinked, "Then what are they good fo--" he was cut off by his lover and gave him 'the eye'. It entertained him that someone would throw away money on a slimy piece of meat - and he wanted to know why. Then again, he was a cat. Cats had a natural appetite for fish.
Patrick ignored him. >_>Eyes on his mother. "BECAUSE, Mother, I'd like to know. My eyes aren't really a genetic defect, are they? Mother?"
She blushed again, running her hand over her hair. "Well...dear.."
Mordread remained quiet, cradling his little girl in his arms and giving her a little tickle. One ear remained tuned into the conversation his lover was having with his mother.
Akuti squealed and laughed, wriggling and batting at his hand with a little grin. "Dadddeee!"
"We had a great grandfather who wasn't...exactly human.."
"Was he a seahorse?"
"What? No! He was a Lashran."
Reclusive Dreams (1:45:48 AM): Mordread giggled and kissed Akuti's head - then paused when he heard the words from Deliah, "Lashran? What's that?" he blinked and snuggled with the little girl, playing with her hair.
"Lashran is an all male-species.." She hesitated, chewing at her lower lip and fluffing her blonde curls slightly. "Well, until they inter-mix with humans. I was the first female with ovaries! You were my only child because...well.." Deliah flushed. "They weren't fully functional, really... We had to do an artificial insemination.."
"Well...how did the Lashran have children if they were all--..oh, ********/> Mordread seemed a little slow at the moment, "I'm confused...." Okay, so it could be blamed on half paying attention and being dead tired. His face was completely blank as he looked over to Patrick.
"They reproduced with each other, didn't they, Ma? They slept with each other and MALES had children!"
"Only lifebearers!" She defended, hands waving in her defense. "Lifebearers are RARE, sweetie!"
"Do...they go into heat, Mrs White?" he asked quietly, looking a little worried at his lover as it suddenly hit him. Was Patrick...? Dear god....
"They...oh, dear, Patrick.." Her voice was small, hand rising to her mouth. "Well..they're SUPPOSED to...around patricks age... You're only nineteen, dear, we thought since you were mostly human.. Oh, but your pupils were so large and you looked like your father in coloring that we thought.."
Mordread reached over and took Patrick's hand, "We should make an appointment, love," his green eyes looked over to Deliah and took a deep breath, "Well, you may be a biological grandmother after all, Mrs. White....Wait, 19?" he raised a brow and looked over to Patrick.
Patrick paused at that, glancing over at his lover sheepishly. "I tell everyone I'm twenty five... I graduated college at seventeen or eighteen." Voice quiet, fingers squezing his hand. "But mom said she couldn't handle a baby - artificial stuff! I could be the same."
"...but, dearheart... You're a lifebearer."
"Mm. I feel old now," Mordread laughed softly, not quite caring that he had lied about his age. Hell, he didn't even know how old he really was, even though he thought he was in his later twenties...A pause as he looked to his lover, speaking to his mother, "What happens when Lifebearers go into heat?"
"It's a 'Cycle' really..." She fusses slightly, chewing at her lower lip. "And only happens a few times in their life... They get..Well.. Im assuming you know, from the looks of you two!"
"Yeah. We know. What is the probability of him being pregnant?" Mordread squeezed his love's hand again, taking a deep breath. It wasn't fair that they hadn't known this - and it was a lot to swollow. But it wasn't as if Mordread wouldn't be happy about the prospect of being a parent. It was to be expected that he'd be happy, considering how maternal he was.
"Well..uhm... Akuti, dear, go get yourself some food?" She distracted the girl and Akuti nodded, tromping off to the kitchen. "...it depends. Did you use Patricks.." She coughed, "For..luberication?"
Patrick paled. "....yeah. A little. Or a lot."
"...then you're probably pregnant."
Mordread took a deep breath, "Well then...Definitely need to make an appointment..." came Mordread's soft voice. He was almost always level-headed and calm. Thankfully.
Patrick wasn't so level headed. He stared from his mother...to his lover...and then - thump. Out cold on the couch. Deliah squeaked, moving towards her son
"You should have told him, you know," he muttered, moving to stroke at his forehead and pat at his cheeks, "Wake up, darling, wake up...."
"I didn't think he'd grow up to be gay!" She protested, sitting near the other, waving at her son. "Or a bottom, for that matter!"
Patrick moaned slightly, wriggling a little.
"When you found out he was gay, you should have told him. And he usually DOESN'T bottom, thank you very much. Apparently, the heat makes you want to." he grumbled and leaned down, kissing at his lips, "Wake up, Patrick."
"We didn't know it happened at nineteen!" And he wakes up slowly, eyes fluttering with pursed lips.
"......what just happened?"
"It doesn't matter WHEN it happens, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM!" Mordread was getting a little frustrated with the blonde. It didn't help that he already didn't have a large fondness for women due to his past, but damn. His green eyes went back to Patrick, "Your mother just told you that you're not quite human and you may be pregnant. And if you pass out on me again, So help me..." he looked worried.
Patrick made a soft noise, eyes going to his mother once more. "I...mom?"
Deliah ignored Mordread, dipping down to cup her sons face, looking worried. "Are you alright, darling? I'm so sorry... I just didn't think it'd ever happen."
He didn't so much like being ignored - but then again, he had been all his life. With a little hmph the cat boy stood up and walked into the kitchen to check on Akuti and help her if she needed.
Patrick made another noise at Mordread stomping off, grabbing for him but...missing miserably. Deliah frowns, helping him sit up and stroking his hair back. "Mordread.." Pouting a little bit.
Mordread came up to Akuti, "Hey, Angel, you find everything okay, or do you need some help?" he'd go back into the living room after giving his love some time with his mother. Who he already was starting to dislike. For, what he thought, was a good reason.
Deliah was just a little bit on the airheaded side. XD She was fluffing patricks hair and trying to get him to cheerup. The boy finally shook his head, taking her hands in his. "Mom.. I'm really tired. Please, can you..."
"Of course, darling." Kissing his forehead. "Call me!" And she flounced out. Akuti just beamed up at him, mouth full of tomato.
Mordread smiled a little bit, ruffled her hair, and walked back into the living room to check on his lover once his mother left, "Everything okay with you, darling?" he asked, moving to sit beside him. He knew that Patrick had a problem with freak outs when the unexpected happened.
Patrick sighed, fiddling with the towel on his lap, frowning up at the others expression. "...didn't mean to pass out." His voice was a soft murmur, hand twisting in the couch cushion.
"I know, you had a little bit of a shock. Are you okay?" he stroked at his cheek gently, looking into his eyes. While Mordread wasn't exactly...sure how he felt about everything, he'd push his own feelings aside, at the moment.
"...how the ******** am I going to give BIRTH?" His voice was still soft, leaning into the touches, eyes closing. "I mean.."
"C-section?" he asked, pulling him into his arms to hold tightly, "I was reading some of the medical books at the library. Rather interest......Nevermind, not the time to discuss books," he smiled sheepishly and rested his head against the darker man's head, "We don't even know for sure if you are."
Patrick clung back, face pressing into his neck. "Well...maybe..if mum had to do an artificial thing...something messed up. Maybe I'm not pregnant. Maybe?"
"Maybe. But what if you are? How do you feel about that? I mean...you wouldn't...You know...." he looked a little worried at the thought of his lover not wanting a child of theirs, no matter the circumstances.
"Wouldn't what? Abort? No!" He shook his head, hugging him tightly close. "I'd... I'd deal with it, i guess? I mean.. adopting a kid is one thing but..the pregnancy doohicky.."
"I know, a scary thought..." he paused as he stroked at him, relief flooding through him as Patrick seemed so adament about not aborting. That made him happy - it was their child, anyway, "I've always wanted a family and children of my own. Biological children, ya know? Thought it'd never happen because of my preference, but...You know...It's a piece of each of us, if you are. It's...As girlish as it sounds, made because we love eachother," his brows furrowed. Cliche and girlish, indeed. But he didn't exactly care right now, "It's...ours."
Patrick smiled briefly at that, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek gently, eyes closing slightly. "...you're right then... We need to make an appointment somewhere... Just..somewhere to show us it's not deformed or anything.."
A smile faintly touched his lips as he leaned up and kissed his chin lovingly, "I agree. Want me to get the phone book, or do you know of someone? You're the scientist in the family..."
Patrick hesitated, head tilting back just slightly for Mordread to keep kissing, letting his eyes close. "I don't know anyone.. I can ask around but.."
"But?" he asked softly, pulling him close and kissing at his cheek and chin again, "You're still in shock, aren't you?"
"...a little." Leaning closer, nuzzling into him with a sigh. "And it's too soon! it's been..like...a day." Frowning slightly. "We could wait a week or something...Just to make sure.."
"Yeah, we can wait a while, so long as you want love," he stroked at him gently, "Do you hope you're not?"
"That's not it. You just..can't tell after just a day. it takes a few days - a week - to be able to tell." His cheeks heated up, head tilting to press his cheeks against Mordreads. "....we could have little black kitties."
"Or little white kitties with black stripes..." he blinked, "Oh, s**t, I'm a cat. Or part cat. Cats have litters...." his green eyes widened at that thought, "s**t." It wasn't that big of a deal - was it? Could his cat genes..? Or would it be like Lashran genes and only have normal amounts of children?
"Maybe if YOU got pregnant?" He suggests, fingers petting at him still. "I dunno. Let's ask the doctor... When we find one." Smiling faintly, kissing at his cheek softly.
Mordread turned his head to kiss him in return, gently, "We need a bigger place. Or to add on more rooms...Or something...I think your parents should pay or ask Ianna or something. I don't want to move." he had just gotten settled in his first stable residence, ever. He didn't want to move again.
"Neither do I." His nose wrinkles, returning the kiss oncemore with a faint grin. Fingertips stroked at the others back, eyebrows arching. "..Ask Ianna? For what?"
"Matilda, she's some kind of..I unno, uber powerful thing, right? How do you think she got such a big place? It's not like they're rich..." he shrugged his shoulders and snuggled close to his lover.
"You never know.." A faint shrug, eyes closeing as he enjoyed the other being close. "We'll think of something.."
"I know we will. We'll get through everything together. You'll never get rid of me, Patrick," he chuckled softly and looked up at him with those loving green eyes. The closeness, intimacy...Was just lovely.
"Mmph." His eyes close, fingers petting at his back, tips stroking over the others tail. "We'll be okay..."
A soft groan could be heard, then, "You KNOW what my tail does to me..." he murmured, taking a deep breath. It wasn't as if he could do anything - he was too sore, but damn..
"Mm?" He blinks, nose wrinkling. "No. I like petting. Calm your c**k down."
"Easier said than done," he grumbled, chuckling softly and nibbling on his lower lip, happily. It was then he made up his mind - if Patrick was pregnant, he'd propose.
He grinned and stretched out, eyes closing. "I'm hungry... I should get some food, lover.."
"I'll get you something, what do you want?" he stroked his cheek and untangled himself from his lover, standing up slowly.
"Something green?" He murred, eyes sliding open to stare at the other with a grin
"Salad with sesame dressing sound okay?" It was easily made and Mordread was too tired to even cook for himself. Which meant he'd have to share...Not a very pleasant thought for the cat.
He grinned and stretched out slightly, wriggling his
And with that, Mordread went to grab both the phone book and a salad for his lover. Things had an odd way of working out - but he was happy despite the soreness and surprise.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:56 pm
"Please, Shiniee?" Iamel bounced from foot to foot in his excitement. His lower lip poked out in the semblence of a pout, red/orange/yellow locks flopping with him in turn. "I'm not gonna be big for a long long time - I wanna!"
"Iamel..." Patrick groaned quietly, diapering yashima quickly. The fox child wriggled just slightly in the grip of his new diaper, tail flicking a bit. he remained silent, eitherway. Iamel didn't get a second thought from the foxie-baby.
"Please," He whined, voice sliding up a decibel or two. "PLEASE, Shiniee! I wanna be like Diacyn - HE has one!"
Patrick groaned again, this time silently. So that was why Iamel wanted pierced ears... That little brat of an owl had an extra hole through him. Iamel was just so YOUNG! A thought struck him at that; Iamel was also very, very selfish. his red and black eyes lit up, giving his firstborn son a grin.
"Fine," He retorted, ignoring Iamelse squeal of delight, "But only if the other kids can come and get their ears done too."
Iamel paused in mid-squeak, eyes narrowing in malice. "What?" The boy drawled out slowly, small arms folding in front of his chest. "But they don't WANT it! No fair!"
"It can be a family tradition!" Patrick replied, loving his sweet sweet triumph over the forces of evil. "All new kids can get their ears pierced."
Iamel scowled but, in a period of contemplation, gave a sharp nod. "Fine. Them too."
The black man jolted just slightly at that, frowning a bit. "You - wait!"
But he was too late. Somehow, Patrick found himself at the piercing parlor only an hour later. Iamel had carried Akilah (his new favorite psycho sibling) while Patrick carted a silent yashima nad a giggling Lahela. The bird anthro was quite excited, despite not knowing why. Yashima just cuddled...because he was a good boy - unlike his siblings. Akuti pranced around them happily, little hooves making soft clicking noises against the floor.
"Hey," the lucky father called out to the piercer. She saw the amount of kids he was toting with him (Lahela snapping her beak helped) and she grinned. "Yeah. All of them."
"None for you, sweetie?" Her voice was teasing. patrick grinned and gave the girl a quick wink. "Okay, okay. None for the porcupine. We have a cute redhead -"
"I am NOT cute!"
"An adorable saytr," Akuti beamed, "A...a parrot girl? A cute little kid with fox ears and...?"
"A meerkat."
Akilah heard his species and squeaked happily, fingers twisting in Iamels hair. "Meerkitteh!" The boy crowed this triumphantly, tail curling. The gaurdian winced, head tugging back automatically. "Dawdie! Keela Meerkitty!"
Patrick glanced at the two when he heard that squeal, a grin spreading on his lips. "They're all getting their ears done."
"All?" Eyebrows arched again before that smile returned to the womans face. "Alright then! let's start with the oldest."
"Me?" Iamel looked surprised at that, moving to put Akilah down on the ground. The meerkat scrambled to his feet with a squeak, wobbling just a bit. "Why me?"
"The bravest first then."
His eyes narrowed and Iamel took a step closer. HE was the bravest!
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 9:19 pm
Entry 002
Apologies for the lack of communication in previous months. The child has been well and rather normal in development. The ability to walk and talk are now prominent (as she still insists on using colorful language in good company), as are basic motor skills.
Wing/finger bones are being used as human fingers would be. Her personality has evolved into something more complex then a human child - insecurity seems to be blossoming due to her inability to speak like the other children. Due to her vocal chords being different (while humanoid, they seem to have kept a bit of what makes them a parrot) her voice is raspier then others, a little croaky.
The child seems t highly dislike this fact.
She has made several friends (notably female ones; she has come into little contact with males) and has grown severely attatched to a few more related to my elder son.
Overall, the child is supremely bright with an intense social ability and mental capacity for learning - not just mimicing. While her physical growth has been stunted, I can only assume it is due to the mixture of an extinct animal and the human DNA within her system.
Scientest, over and out.
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