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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 8:26 am
Making his way into his apartment, Kyle grabbed a beer and collapsed in the nearest chair. It'd been a long night, and he felt like if he tried to move too much he'd pass out. His knee ached, a distant familiar pain, and he tried to ignore it. His own fault for spending the night out dancing. All good fun must be punished.
Taking a long drink from the can in his hand he forced himself to start relaxing. If he went to bed this tense, it'd be hell going to work in the morning. Peace. Relax. He was fine. God-- he would get in a fight, wouldn't he? But the guy had been going way to far, hitting on that little blond dude. When would people learn the definition of 'not interested'? And being himself, he'd had to intervene.
The hug had been a bit much. Had the blond really needed to hug him? Nice, sure, but as the blond had been covered in blue glitter-- and now, well, so was he. Ugh. Glitter. He was going to have to shower for days before he got it all off. As soon as he could stand without his knee giving out.
As he relaxed, he remembered the day, and thus, the odd arrival of the morning. Some guy in a lab coat had showed up, and given him a vase. Said he knew that Kyle was 'searching for a child', and that if he gave a gift to the vase, he'd recieve one.
Right-- a new one was born every day. But he hadn't had time to argue, late for work already. Better just to bring the weird vase inside, and leave the guy with a gentle 'You're crazy, hombre.'
But, it was night now. And it was easier to believe such things in night. Not to mention-- Michael, with his bat child, Earako. Lithle, with her bird boy and that sweet girl Jer'ain. They, of course, were to blame. They were the one's who'd started him out wanting a child in the first place. When Earako had gently taken his hand and called him 'ile' his heart had melted into a pathetic puddle. And he'd realized he'd needed one of his own.
Instead, he'd gotten a jar. Great.
Except-- he looked at it. It was worth a try, right? If birds became children, maybe jars did too.
Stripping out of the black fishnet shirt he was wearing, he limped over to it. The shirt smelled of smoke and violence. It was damp with his sweat and everywhere the light caught it the bright blue glitter flared and danced. Fishnet and glitter. Nothing could embody him better.
Balling the shirt up, he pushed it into the jar. There was a gift, and the 'fae' it was supposed to attract could make of it what it would. He was tired, and he still needed to wash the glitter off. If he could stand up long enough.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:36 am
His shirt was gone. He hadn't expected it to actually disappear, had figured he'd leave the shirt in the jar for the night, and pull it back out in the morning. After all, nothing was going to happen to it. But the shirt was gone.
In its place, a swirl of dark, like net, and the bright brief flares like glitter catching light. Kyle wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He sat, latte in hand, transfixed by the strange, unexpected change. Tiny cough like sounds. Bright flares of light. It was better than televison. If only he knew what it meant!
Had the guy in the lab coat actually been serious? Was there some chance that his shirt could summon a child fae, rebirth an immortal being?
Another flash of glitter momentarily filled his vision, and Kyle looked away. He needed to think. Needed to move. Absently, he turned on his CD player, cranking the volume as if he could hide in the noise. Nothing made sense anymore. But-- he wanted a child.
Needed a child, needed the sense of love that he saw in Michael's eyes. The minute softening he could see in Lithle's fury. He wanted to feel that, wanted to feel something.
Wanted to give a kid the past he hadn't had. Because didn't kids deserve it? Didn't everyone deserve a chance?
"You and me, we're gonna be friends." He told the Jar, through the pulsing beat of techno music, "I promise, I'll take care of you."
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 8:35 am
Journal,
So, here's the deal. I've got this thing. Vase, thing. It... umm... it ate my shirt. Yeah. It ate it. I know. And it keeps making noises. The glowings a bit weird too. What, I didn't mention it was glowing?
Glowing, glittering, fishnet/blue vase demon. I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. Part of me wants to call Michael, and tell him what's going on. But I think he'll just laugh at me. He laughed when I told him I wanted a kid in the first place. Said babysitting Earako for him wasn't the same as having a child of my own.
Screw that. I want one. I'll be a good parent. I'm already working on quitting smoking. Don't want to kill the little one, do I? And I've gotta be pretty active if I'm gonna keep up with a kid. Not that I can run much with this leg. But, I'll work something out, right?
Maybe the kid won't want to run.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Kid? I've got a jar demon. Not exactly as impressive. But it whines if I leave the room, so I can't help but feel a bit protective.
Kyle
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 8:05 pm
And baby makes... two. Well, same dif. really, and who said kids needed a Mom. Kyle'd had both parents and it hadn't done him much good. Probably be better that the 'fae' would have the consistancy of a single parent. Maybe, someday, he'd find somebody... but it didn't matter.
What mattered was making the apartment ready for the addition of a new family member. Living as a bachlor wasn't going to be an option any more, and the junk room would have to be converted into something useable. A place for the 'fae' to live. The kid. His kid.
So he'd spent the day cleaning, boxing up clothes and rearranging furniture. He wanted the place to look nice when the vase hatched, didn't want the kid to think it was coming into some sort of hell hole. Because sure, he lived a bit messy, but he wasn't a total slob. It was just, with no one but him seeing the place, it hadn't seemed to matter.
Now, with a visable floor and books on the shelves, the apartment felt strange. Like it wasn't his any more. That, Kyle that, was probably a good thing. He wasn't him any more. He was a 'Dad' sorta, though admittedly a cool one. Things would be good between him and the kid. He'd pay attention to it, not make it feel like it was unwanted, like it was a burden. He wouldn't push it away.
Unsure of what to do about the kids room, he'd kept it simple. A bed, an empty closet, a dresser and a desk. A bunch of stuffed animals covering the bed, and some toys in the corner. Everything the kid could need. He hoped. Later, they'd paint the walls and stuff to make it comfortable. But it was a vase now, so it really didn't matter.
The anticipation was starting to feel like a physical thing, a firm, constant pressure. He was gonna be a Dad. And it'd be good. He'd make it that way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 5:41 am
It'd been twice that they'd met up now, and Kyle wished he had some idea of what was going on. JD, his JD. The love he'd lost, and didn't everyone have one of those? But he was back, haughty and beautiful as ever.
Kyle felt like he was dying, drowning. Was it so easy to forgive betrayal? Yes. Anything. Anything for the rush he got when he first saw JD, for the fire he felt at the man's slightest touch. He could forgive, forget, beg forgiveness for the coldness he'd display at their last goodbye. As long as it meant having back what'd been taking.
Pacing around the living room, he tried to think, tried to fucus. ********. ********, ********, ********. What was happening to him? Some kisses, a nice dinner, a little groping and he was falling apart. He was falling, that much was certain. Back in love and never saying.
JD...
He could do this. He had to. The emptiness of his apartment was an open wound and he felt himself bleeding from it. Maybe he could talk JD into moving in. If not now... then in a few months. If it lasted that long. It would, it had to. This was fate. Right?
Losing him only to find him again. It had to mean something.
Had to.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 5:41 am
He was in the kitchen when it happened. Cooking eggs to be exact and singing in a loud, off key voice. God, he felt good. Images of JD still lingered in his mind, and though it'd been two days since he'd seen the other man... he could still see him. Sweat and skin... Dios. It was hard to seperate his feelings, to know love from lust and lust from lonliness. He knew he was feeling all of them, to some extent. It was good just to feel.
A resounding crash from his bedroom awoke old instincts, and if he wasn't a fighter anymore, he still whirled gracefully enough, eyes toward the door and muscles tense. He didn't keep a gun in the kitchen. The living room, bathroom and bedroom, yes. But not the kitchen.
Moving toward the hallway slowly, a wooden spoon held like a weapon (though how he'd use it when he encountered the intruder he wasn't sure), he found himself confronting... a blue skinned little girl.
Dark blue skin, maroon hair, and... the rebirth of his fishnet shirt. She was streaching as she walked, as if just awakened from a deep sleep. There was no fear in her, no caution. He dropped the spoon, and she continued walking forward. So... there really had been a child in the jar. There was no mistaking that she was his 'fae'. The shirt alone was proof enough.
"Daddy." She greeted him, walking right up to him and wrapping her tiny arms around his leg. Brilliant red eyes stared up at him, and he felt his heart melt. She was his. His little girl. Smiling up at him like he was sun and moon in her sky.
"Isabel." The name came unbidden, the name of one of the women he'd known in his childhood back home. An elderly lady with a spring in her step, and more spirit than most people twice her age. In his youth, he'd admired her, and she'd always had a treat for him.
Crouching, he swept her up into his arms, running affectionate fingers through her curly hair. She giggled, cuddling into him, as if she'd grown up his little girl. As if this was forever, and not the change of the moment.
Forever... the change of a moment...
JD.
Kyle felt himself freeze, as he thought of his lover. Old lover, new lover. Forever lover. He hadn't told him. Hadn't even mentioned.
Looking at the smiling little girl in his arms, he tried to hide a wince.
This wasn't going to go over well.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:25 pm
An Introduction lithle "Daddy?" Isabel's voice. Cheerful and inquiring, curiousity tinting her tone. The blue skinned girl sat on the sofa, brushing the hair of one of the dolls Kyle had bought her before she'd even 'hatched'. He could feel her eyes following him as he paced, and wondered if there was anything he could do to explain it to her.
She'd been his for two days. Already, he knew there was no letting her go, no letting go. She was his daughter, in soul if not flesh, and he'd so wanted a kid. Still wanted a kid. But... but...
"It's nothing Mija."
JD. That was what it all came down to, of course. He hadn't even thought to mention the jar to his new (and former) lover. They'd spoke, hesitantly, of the future. Considered, carefully, the past. But it had been their future. Their past. No place for discussion of outside factors. Factors like the little girl sitting on the sofa.
He'd already called JD. He'd invited him over without mentioning Isabel, deciding it was best to handle things face to face. The other man would arrive soon, and he didn't know what to do with himself. Or Isabel.
"Mija, when my friend gets here, you need to play in your room 'til I call you."
"Why?" The question wasn't asked entirely in innocence, Kyle could hear the edge of challenge to her voice. She wasn't aggressive, but she wanted reasons for everything.
"Because he doesn't know about you yet, and he's shy."
"Oh." She hesitated, chewing on her lip. After a moment, her usual easy smile resurfaced, "Ok." naeodin He didn't want to go.
Not because he was scared already, but because he didn't know what to wear.
Yes, JD, twenty seven years old and currently in a relationship couldn't decide what to wear to his ... boyfriend's? Lovers? Well, to Kyle's house. Which was why it took him so long to get out the door in the first place.
Looking into the mirror one more time and changing the shirt from a blue one to a dark green one, JD looked around. Was he supposed to bring him something? ... Nah.
This was too new to him, going back to someone he had known... someone he had hurt. This was different, and he didn't want to mess up yet. Everything was so hard to manage.
When he was away from Kyle.
Funny how that stupid man made everything fall into place.
Kyle's neighborhood appeared too quickly. Then his road. Then his house. Every time he met that man it was always like this.
Standing in front of the door, he knocked once and then stepped in.
Kyle wouldn't keep the door locked when he knew JD was coming, would he? lithle The knock stopped Kyle mid-pace, froze him staring at the door with a stricken expression on his face. Oh, this was not going to be good. This was not going to be good at all. Isabel still sat on the couch, happily brushing her dolls hair, wearing a black doll like dress that he'd borrowed from Michael's Earako. They had yet to have a chance to make their own shopping trip.
For his part, well, the usual. Cargo pants in bright green, a black shirt with a pineapple on it (yes, a pineapple), and his hair a mess of blue spikes, tipped with green. Dressing up for JD would have never occured to him, he just didn't think that way.
As JD walked through the door, he found himself smiling despite his nerves. Something about... something about the way his lover held himself. The way he walked. It warmed him... made him feel alive. They'd get through this. They had to, didn't they?
"Hey." He stepped forward automatically, intending to at least steal a kiss before Isabel was noticed. naeodin JD smiled, relaxing. He reached out, grinning stupidly at the pineapple, grinning at Kyle. What would people say, if they saw them together? They wouldn't think it would work as well as it did.
"He--"
Something moved in the corner of his vision. From behind Kyle, something small. Automatically JD tilted his head to look at it, and froze.
"Kyle. There's a ... girl. In your house."
Obvious, but...
What the hell was the little girl doing there? ... Crap. Kyle had a CHILD?! Who the hell was the mother? Was it even a woman? He knew men could get pregnant too in some facilities... Kyle had a child AND a mother hidden away somewhere? He had been cheated on? Even if it had been done in the past...
Different variations of the same thought raced across his mind, a flicker to his eyes running like subtitles to the inner conflict. lithle Alright. Time to talk fast. Because JD had that look in his eye, and he probably didn't have long before he wouldn't be allowed a chance to explain. God, what might he be thinking? Isabel looked somewhere between three and five, even if she'd only arrived a couple days ago.
And there she sat, on the couch, swinging her feet and carefully straightening her dolls dress. Her slightly strange eyes were focused directly on JD, and a bright, sudden smile lit up her face, glittering like the substance from which she'd come. "You're Daddy's friend."
"Yes, he is." Kyle agreed with a wince. He didn't have time to handle both of them. Best speak fast, and try to answer JD's questions before they came. "She's mine. I would have told you, but she didn't even exist until recently. She umm... kinda... hatched? There was this jar, and well... I should have mentioned it. But, I was so caught up with--" he lowered his eyes then, almost incapible of finishing the sentence, "with you. It slipped my mind." naeodin "Daddy?!" So this WAS Kyle's kid? All thoughts of maybe this being a baby sitting adventure left his mind. And then, he tried to stay focused on the words. Little snippits of it that didn't help improve his mood. "Your child? Hatched?" JD continued to stare. "What were to shacking up with before? A lizard? Dragon?"
He didn't like the images THAT raised.
"What jar?" Why did Kyle have to explain it like that? "What kind of jar? What sort of drugs... drugs? Is that it? Or is it some kind of experiment? Are you being paid to have children?"
To say that JD had an active imagination was an understatement.
"What about me?" JD couldn't help it, he had to ask. This wasn't the best of times, but what other time did they have? "What is happening between us, that you could forget a child?"
Playing with fire. lithle "'m a fae! Not a lizard." Isabel objected, crossing her little blue arms in front of her chest, and tossing her curly hair in a very adult fashion. The look she gave JD was a bit hurt, but mostly interested. Da' had said this was his best friend, and she wanted to know what kinda people Da' liked. He didn't seem like Michael, Da's, other friend. Not at all!
"Mija, hush." Kyle did not quite snap in Isabel's direction, but his tone was certainly a bit short. He could only deal with so much at once! "JD, will you calm down? I haven't been 'shacking up' with anyone. Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to get some chick pregnant?"
Taking a step forward it he reached toward the other man, then pulled his hand back, as if unsure of whether he was allowed to touch him. He wished this was easier. "Listen, carefully. There's this 030 thing. I don't even really know what it's about. But they gave me this jar, and told me I could summon a child, a fae, with it. I was, ******** JD, you have no idea how lonely it's been. I wanted a child. Someone to take care of... like I used to do with my siblings."
And that last question. He bit his lip. What could he say? What was he allowed to say? Frusterated and exhausted, he looked at JD, rubbed his eyes, shook his head. "Dammit JD, are you really so dense? What do you think this has been about? We're not just screwing here. I-- ******** it, JD, I love you."
Said (and so eloquently), so the words hung in the air, no way to snatch them back. And he wished he could. Wished he could undo the moment or undo the night. God, he was so stupid. naeodin That word again. It had taken him so long to get used to it before, to have it leave his lips. That had been before. This was...
this was complicated.
JD's eyes fastened on Kyle. Was this the right moment? Was this his fault? It was so hard to think, to breath. What was he to do? Space. He needed space. How was he supposed to deal with...
The curse was low in his mouth.
"I need to." JD started. "Think. I need to think." he said, getting the words out. They were cold, his face was frozen. but he couldn't do it right now. He needed more preparation than this. How long had it taken them before to ease into the L word? How silly had it been? Well... he needed that work. He need that...
Heck. He needed more than this.
"I need space." he said quietly. "I need--" he shook his head.
He'd find his space now. lithle Why couldn't he take ti back? Go back to before and smack himself to prevent it. He'd always been the passionate one. Stupid and impulse driven, prone to speaking before thinking. Like now. He watched JD wordlessly, everything forgotten except the chill in his lover's words. Need to think? What did that even mean? Was he going to run off and screw someone ********!" The pain it that simple word brought a whimper from Isabel, she set her doll aside and walked over, clinging to his leg. Kyle didn't even know how to react, he ran his fingers through her hair numbly, staring at JD and trying to say something, anything to stop him.
"I'm not asking you to feel the same way." (But he wanted him too. Oh God, he wanted him to.) "Just... don't leave. Don't break me again." naeodin JD didn't hear the last word. Not at first. Seeing the girl cling to his Kyle was unnerving enough-- how was he supposed to think when he saw her? She was staring at him with those EYES!
"Leave?" he said blankly. Leave. Yes. That was what he needed to do. He should have known better than to get involved, then to...
Crap. What the hell was he saying? "I'm not. I..." he stopped. "I need time, right now."
Could he blame all this on a kid? JD was selfish enough to try. But it was that word. "I'm not leaving..." he scowled.
This was supposed to be easier. This was supposed to be cleaner. "I'm..."
Heck. The girl was holding him down, wasn't she?
He frowned, moving his finger in a circle. He'd go for a walk, around the block. He wasn't leaving, was he? He wasn't... JD scowled. "I'm not going to go sleep for someone." he said, trying to clean his own conciounse.
And he turned around to walk out.
(eeee!! JD be back, he be back soon~!!) lithle Kyle was frozen. He couldn't run after JD... knew better than to run after him. Automatically, he reached out toward the man's departing back, fingers closing around air, newly formed fist falling to his side.
"Whatever you need." He could barely choke the words out, they came out weak, whispery, with none of his usual fire. He didn't feel much like burning at the moment. No-- he felt burnt out, hollowed. Dead.
Isabel, childish attitude gone and age in her eyes reached up to tug lightly at his hand. She didn't say anything, only pulled him toward the couch, stumbling like a drunk, the pain in his bad leg a flair that kept him somehow connected to the world as it was.
The world as it was.
JD walking out.
Kyle didn't even know what that meant. He said he wasn't leaving, so he was just walking out? Walking away?
"I messed this up 'bel." He murmured, running his fingers through the tangle of her curls. "I... ********. Don't ever love someone."
"Why?"
"Because you don't want to end up like this. Like us." Because surely, surely, JD was hurting too. Maybe not love, but the man had to feel something. Had to... feel. naeodin It was supposed to be a walk around the building. Let the air cool his head down, the pollution arrange his thoughts into a manner that was legible. It was supposed to be a quick trip, where he would figure out what it was he wanted to say.
But it became more then that.
His strides ate up the pavement, moving from underneath the shadow of the ugly building to across the street, down the street, towards another intersection. His steps were quick, efficient, moving as if they would somehow erase time. Walk fast enough, and maybe someone would tell him what he was supposed to do next.
Love. Christ. Kids.
They weren't supposed to enter the relationship so soon. Or was it about time? It confused him, dirtied him, cleansed him. A relationship where they were trying again, a relationship that...
That he wanted to have work.
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Eighteen minutes was the amount of time it took for JD to come to the decision. Eighteen minutes of his life, a trip made twice in nine minutes. Eight, probably, but for a moment he had stood under the eave of the windows, looking up, and wondering...
Kyle.
Eighteen minutes, and he was back at the door opening, pushing it open, standing there, watching, staring. Running his thumb over the stem of the stupid flower he had picked from a restaurant's table. Blue, those artificial roses. But it was blue.
"I" JD cleared his throad rubbing at his neck. He paused. "My name is JD." he said, speaking straight to Isabel. "I don't have any children, so I can't bring anyone for you to meet. I'm never trusted with children, so I can't play with you myself. I have money though, and I can buy you things, proper clothes when your father lets me take you out." he stopped, uncomfortable. He was never good at this, and the words sounded so stupid. "If he lets me." he said, refusing to look over.
lithle Kyle didn't move from the sofa, and Isabel didn't ask anything further. She did, however, stay by his side, head pillowed against his shoulder. He couldn't be angry at her, couldn't even imagine being angry at her, even if she was, in a strange way, the cause of what happened. She was an innocent, for all the occasional wisdom, and it was unfair that she had to see him like this. But the hurt was too much to hide.
Eighteen minutes, and the door opened again. He'd come back. He'd really come back. Kyle wanted to smile, to jump up, but stopped himself. It didn't mean anything yet. It could mean anything. He could have come back just to say it was over.
But JD didn't even look at him. Instead, the man kept his eyes on Isabel, and his new daughter perked at ever word, moving away from him, and off the couch. God, what did this mean? Why couldn't JD ever speak clearly? And yet... Kyle could feel himself smiling. Not from hope, or need, but for the simple charm of JD's gesture. He did love him. He really did.
Isabel approached the man, her Daddy's friend, thoughtfully. She held out a hand, intending to take the pretty flower he held. It was her colour, she liked that. But the man... he'd upset Daddy. But he was also Daddy's best friend. And he didn't seem mean, only unsure.
"'s ok. You can play with Daddy. I can play with Trena." She pointed to her doll, in case he didn't know who Trena was. And how could Kyle refuse that? His little girl's casual acceptance of JD, her careful reassurance that she didn't need a playmate. "There's nothing wrong with her clothes." (Though Earako's dress did fit her poorly), "But you can take her out."
He didn't say he was sorry. He didn't ask for JD too. And he wasn't going to mention Love again. Not until JD did. And that might be never.
But he'd love him all the same. naeodin JD relaxed. Something that had been coiled inside him eased, leaving him feeling the way he had before he had first seen the girl. He smiled, and with a duck of his head he looked over. Handing the girl the flower, and reaching out to touch Kyle.
It was his fault for makig touch addictive.
"Is too." he said, hesitating before sitting next to Kyle, shifting in a way that was reflex until they touched heat to shoulder. "Isabel's too pretty to be..." he motioned. But then, Kyle had never been so great with the dressing.
"We'll go out, go shopping." he didn't let go of Kyle, didn't get up. "We'll do all that."
And quietly.
"...too." Me too. lithle Daddy and his friend needed time. Isabel could see that. Holding the flower in one hand, she picked up Trena, and smiled brightly at Daddy and his friend. "'m gonna go play now." She announced, bouncing energetically out of the room. In truth, the heightened emotion, the words between the two of them, it had all scared her a little. She wanted to be alone too.Kyle caught JD's hand in his own, letting him move onto the couch at his own pace. At which point, all bets were off. He cuddled close to the other man. There was a smile on his lips, a real one, bright and harsh and a little untamed. Possesive, even. Though he tried not to think that way. Careful. From this point forward, he'd be careful.
"Well, I didn't exactly have a chance to take her shopping. The dress is fine. It just doesn't fit her yet." After all, he'd bought the dress for Earako. The style was perfect, in his opinion. And the black looked nice on her blue skin. She'd grow. That's what kids did.
When she moved to leave, he didn't stop her. Isabel... did her own thing. He wasn't sure he quite understood her. But he was new to being a father. He'd learn. And he needed to be alone with JD, just for a little while.
He heard the too, said so softly, and it puzzled him. To? Two? Wait. Too... as in, as well. Or also. Or in addition to. As in, me too.
Oh. He didn't respond with words. Those would come again in time. Better to let things settle. Instead, Kyle moved to kiss the man he felt so comfortable cuddled against. Something, perhaps, to seal the bargin they'd left unsaid. naeodin JD smiled then. Kyle understood him, didn't he? He always had, and he would would, right? He leaned closer, rubbed his nose lightly against that of a man who made butter melt.
He was glad he was back here. Glad he had bumped into him before, glad that he had seen that flower.
"How long do you think the girl can keep herself occupied?" lithle Kyle glanced at his watch, realizing, for the first time, one of the difficulties of having a child. They cut into personal time. Well, not too badly, at least not tonight. And little girls had to sleep eventually, right?
"I'll need to make her dinner in about an hour." He admitted, playing his fingers through JD's hair, "But she'll keep herself busy until then. She has colouring books."
So, he wasn't an ideal father yet. He was learning.
((Shall we close it here, then? I think JD and Isabel need a shopping RP now!))
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 4:48 pm
Babysitting: Part One "Car, Mija. We've got to get going." Kyle swept his young daughter into his arms, kissing her on the forehead and settling her on his shoulders. For the day;s adventures, she wore a tanktop over a fishnet top and black jeans. He wore something remarkably simular, though his jeans were hugely baggy, unlike hers. They made quite the pair.
It was going to be a busy day. Lithle and Michael had buisness out of town, so he'd taken the day off work to babysit the stampede of children that resulted. Earako was no problem, the little bat girl and Isabel had already met, and he frankly adored her. But he'd never met Lithle's Savius and Jer'ain, so it'd be an adventure. Still, he had some plans to keep everyone busy.
Michael's place was first on his list, as it was closer than Lithle's new apartment. Neither was terribly far, really, and he could have walked were it not for his leg and Isabel. As it was, he couldn't carry her for long.
"'m gonna play with Earako?" Isabel asked, tiny fists wrapping around his colourful hair and tugging a bit painfully, "We played blocks!""I know you did. You're gonna meet some new friends too.""Nice ones?"
"Well, they are Lithle's... I'm sure they aren't that bad. C'mon--" He lifted her off his shoulders, buckling her into the front seat. "Lets get going."Part Two
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 9:00 am
Part ThreeBabysitting: Part Four
Isabel Gets Pierced Well, these things happened, right? It had started simply enough. They'd gotten into the car, and Savius had been facinated by his tattoos. Lithle, in her love for simplicity, didn't have any. The usual questions had been asked ("How many do you have?" "Eight." "Did it hurt?" "Sometimes."), and then the idea had struck.
Why not get Savius a tattoo while they were out? And well, if he was getting one, it was only fair that the other kids had a chance to get something done as well. One thought had lead to another, and here they were at his usual tattoo and piercing parlor, the one Davic worked at. And if the name, Ink, wasn't very creative, well the work was high quality.As they entered the building, Isabel hung closer to her Daddy. It was dark, and kinda scary. She wasn't sure she liked the smell of the place either. But Daddy said it could be fun, and she believed him. She liked all the bright bits of metel he had, and wanted some for herself. It was just... somehow she felt nervous."Don't worry, Cuz." Savius murmured from behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "No one'll hurt you while I'm around."
"Why?" She asked, immediately, automatically. Everyone said things to her, but she found that they always let the details fall away, left her wondering."We're family. Kyle, Michael, Dad... they're blood in every way that matters. Different parents, same soul. Familes protect each other. I protect you. You protect me. We're both of us older than we look." He spoke in low tones, near whisper.
Isabel was surprised to find herself relaxing. Families protected each other. Savius would take care of her. And he... there was something in his eyes. "Okay."
"Well, who wants to go first?" Daddy asked, and Isabel was surprised to find herself tugging on his shirt.
"I wanna." She stated, boldly, standing as tall as she could. "I wanna look like Daddy.""You're too pretty to look like me darling. But you can get your ears pierced if you want."She started to nod, but realized that was wrong. She saw lots of people with their ears pierced. She wouldn't look like Daddy, she'd look like everyone. And she didn't want that. Frowning up at him, she studied his face, finally pointing up toward his eyes. "Want that one.""You want your eyebrow pierced, Kid?" It was the large man that Daddy called Davic talking, so she turned to face him. "You're what, five?" "'m big enough." She responded, glaring up at him. "I want one like Daddy.""You okay with this Kyle?" "She knows what she wants. Don't you 'bel?" Daddy lifted her up and set her in the chair, ruffling her hair gently. "It'll only hurt for a second, okay?"
It only did hurt for a second, but that was still enough to bring tears to her eyes. Isabel whimpered, not minding that she was crying. She was being brave. Like Daddy must have been, for all the shiny bits he had. And when she looked in the mirror, there it was. A little flash of silver just above her eye.
Through her tears, Isabel smiled.Part Five
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 9:22 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 5:59 pm
"Daddy? What's wrong?" Isabel frowned. He had been out with his pack, and she had waited for him, oh so patiently. She had waited, and now here he was and his eyes were dark, like he couldn't see anything anymore. She didn't understand the look, but she knew it was bad.
"'bel."
He fell to his knees and opened his arms, so she ran into them, because that's what you did when your Daddy looked like he needed a hug so badly. But she didn't look at his eyes. She didn't like his eyes right now.
"Daddy?"
He petted her hair gently and shook his head. "'bel, you almost came with me tonight."
"But I wanted to watch my show!"
"But you wanted to watch your show." He agreed softly, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I said you could come."
"You always say I can come." She replied, because he did.
"'bel, someone got hurt tonight. There was... they recognized someone from the pack. 'bel, someone got really hurt tonight." He looked at her, and she looked away, because his eyes were only getting worse. They were wet now. "You could have been there."
"I'm sorry your friend is sick." She said, because she didn't know what else to say. And she thought, at least it's not Uncle Michael, because he would have said if it was.
"You can't stay with me 'bel. I'm not a good Dad, I'm constantly putting you in danger." He took a breath, and it sounded like he was having a hard time of it. "And, I'm going home."
She just looked at him. He wasn't making any sense anymore.
"I found a way back, and I can't take you with me. I wasn't going to go, for you. But after tonight--. He's dead 'bel. You could have been there. It's better for you if I go."
"Daddy?" And now her eyes were wet, and that made sense, because she was so much like him.
"I'm sorry, 'bel. I don't know what else to do."
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