.: Zero :.
Sunny Side Up ?
Zero Dream
The days blended together, as they tended to do in his mind. The concept of time was one that he found harder and harder to keep track of. He could not tell for how long exactly his bed had turned into a nest, and really, he found that he did not mind it that much.
Cosine had gone out for some fresh air, and he had been left to egg-sit again, which... Well, was kind of boring. It involved a lot of laying around, and there was one thing Ankou was not particularly good at...
He figured it would be more interesting when he had to actually run after the kids, oddly enough. Still, he was absentmindedly tracing shapes on one egg with a finger, humming some random tune while half of his awareness flung somewhere or other across All That Is up until one tiny, dreadful noise would have him do the mental equivalent of coming back running, so to speak.
Craaaaaaaack...
That was not a good egg noise. That was not a good egg noise AT ALL.
Sure enough, he saw it - a rather nasty looking crack on the egg he'd been touching. Oh, of course, of course he would find a way to somehow... !!!
"s**t." s**t. s**t. Shitshitshit. What was he supposed to do ? He had not meant that ! He hadn't...
Wait.
The egg was wriggling. The cracks were deepening. As if alerted by the cracks and snaps, the other two were quick to join in.
On one hand, there was relief. He had not broken the egg.
On the other hand... They were hatching where the hell was Cosine ?!
He reached out for Hrist, and it was quick, lightning quick. Find Cosine. As quickly as you can.
He had no need to elaborate.
Cosine had gone out for some fresh air, and he had been left to egg-sit again, which... Well, was kind of boring. It involved a lot of laying around, and there was one thing Ankou was not particularly good at...
He figured it would be more interesting when he had to actually run after the kids, oddly enough. Still, he was absentmindedly tracing shapes on one egg with a finger, humming some random tune while half of his awareness flung somewhere or other across All That Is up until one tiny, dreadful noise would have him do the mental equivalent of coming back running, so to speak.
Craaaaaaaack...
That was not a good egg noise. That was not a good egg noise AT ALL.
Sure enough, he saw it - a rather nasty looking crack on the egg he'd been touching. Oh, of course, of course he would find a way to somehow... !!!
"s**t." s**t. s**t. Shitshitshit. What was he supposed to do ? He had not meant that ! He hadn't...
Wait.
The egg was wriggling. The cracks were deepening. As if alerted by the cracks and snaps, the other two were quick to join in.
On one hand, there was relief. He had not broken the egg.
On the other hand... They were hatching where the hell was Cosine ?!
He reached out for Hrist, and it was quick, lightning quick. Find Cosine. As quickly as you can.
He had no need to elaborate.
midnight_medea
Cosine had not wandered far, just to the gardens of the pantheon. As soon as Hirst found her she bolted back to their rooms as fast as possible. She was not sure what was going on, though she knew what she hoped it was. Hatching ...
"I'm here." She called, as she ran through the doorway to the bedroom. There was Ankou, sat on the bed with the eggs. Nothing amiss there, though then she saw the movement and the cracks. All three of them.
"Oh." A grin spread across her face and she crawled up onto the bed next to Ankou. "Should we help them?"
"I'm here." She called, as she ran through the doorway to the bedroom. There was Ankou, sat on the bed with the eggs. Nothing amiss there, though then she saw the movement and the cracks. All three of them.
"Oh." A grin spread across her face and she crawled up onto the bed next to Ankou. "Should we help them?"
Zero Dream
Ankou looked rather relieved when Cosine arrived - it had certainly felt like it had taken Hrist forever to find her... But that was probably the nerves speaking.
"Well, this one seems to be doing just fine..." Indeed, the egg that had cracked first seemed to have quite the headway of the other two, and he could see a flash of black feathers and purple... And... Wait, was that a beak ?!
Uh.
Well.
They were coming out from eggs... At least one of them seemed equipped accordingly. The other two, however... He reached for the colder egg in attempt to aid the little one within to pry its way out.
"Well, this one seems to be doing just fine..." Indeed, the egg that had cracked first seemed to have quite the headway of the other two, and he could see a flash of black feathers and purple... And... Wait, was that a beak ?!
Uh.
Well.
They were coming out from eggs... At least one of them seemed equipped accordingly. The other two, however... He reached for the colder egg in attempt to aid the little one within to pry its way out.
midnight_medea
A beak!? Cosine peered down at the egg that seemed to be the most advanced. Her thought much like Ankou's, they were eggs, so bird gods they might be.
Smiling she turned to help the other egg nearest her, breaking part of the shell and grinning as a tiny hand reached out towards her.
"Ankou, look." She said, lifting the purple haired little girl from the egg and onto her lap.
Smiling she turned to help the other egg nearest her, breaking part of the shell and grinning as a tiny hand reached out towards her.
"Ankou, look." She said, lifting the purple haired little girl from the egg and onto her lap.
Zero Dream
Sure enough, the bird-like child within the first egg was doing just fine without them, She was the first to make her way out, and Ankou belatedly did catch her, busy with the other egg as he was.
That had indeed been a beak. And more than that - the rest of her head, aside from the blue eyes that peered up at him, the feathers... Everything about the tiny goddess screamed crow. This one, at least, seemed rather obvious.
It was not long before he did manage to get the third child free from his egg. The resemblance was a little uncanny - through this one seemed to have the blue hue to his skin that he had lost in transition. More than that, however... He could feel it, that kind of convergence. Similar purposes, but not quite the same.
Both children, the little crow and the boy - his son, his daughter, it seemed to truly hit home now - were brought closer, away from the mess of egg shards and into the softness of the blankets, to rest against him, close to him.
Then he looked up and saw the other girl - Cosine had been right, one boy and two girls - and she looked a great deal like her mother, only with soft purple hues where Cosine was green.
Three little miracles. He wanted to ask Cosine which names should go to which, if she had managed to see domains through the numbers, but as hard as he wanted to say something... anything... The words simply did not come out.
He could only look at his son, at his daughters, and smile. Nothing else mattered right now.
That had indeed been a beak. And more than that - the rest of her head, aside from the blue eyes that peered up at him, the feathers... Everything about the tiny goddess screamed crow. This one, at least, seemed rather obvious.
It was not long before he did manage to get the third child free from his egg. The resemblance was a little uncanny - through this one seemed to have the blue hue to his skin that he had lost in transition. More than that, however... He could feel it, that kind of convergence. Similar purposes, but not quite the same.
Both children, the little crow and the boy - his son, his daughter, it seemed to truly hit home now - were brought closer, away from the mess of egg shards and into the softness of the blankets, to rest against him, close to him.
Then he looked up and saw the other girl - Cosine had been right, one boy and two girls - and she looked a great deal like her mother, only with soft purple hues where Cosine was green.
Three little miracles. He wanted to ask Cosine which names should go to which, if she had managed to see domains through the numbers, but as hard as he wanted to say something... anything... The words simply did not come out.
He could only look at his son, at his daughters, and smile. Nothing else mattered right now.
midnight_medea
Cosine, too was rather lost for words. Just moments ago they had been eggs, now there were three tiny gods, blinking, wide eyed at the room and their parents. She hugged her little girl to her and reached out to run her hand over the feathers of the other, then touched the pale cheek of the boy who looked much like his father.
They were all so perfect.
The little one on her lap reached up and grabbed a lock of her hair tightly. Like Ankou Cosine was trying to figure out what their influences might be. Crow seemed obvious, though the other two ...
She looked down at the girl in her lap and shifted her in her arms.
"Caelia. I think that suits this one."
They were all so perfect.
The little one on her lap reached up and grabbed a lock of her hair tightly. Like Ankou Cosine was trying to figure out what their influences might be. Crow seemed obvious, though the other two ...
She looked down at the girl in her lap and shifted her in her arms.
"Caelia. I think that suits this one."
Zero Dream
It was nagging at him. That similarity he felt, and yet... it was most likely a case of thinking to hard and missing the obvious, he knew.
And yet...
Ankou was busy giving his son a thoughtful look, and ironically did not notice that the little boy started to mimic it. Most of the effect was lost on something this small and cute, however.
He was distracted from his thoughts by Cosine's voice, and he nodded. "Yes... it does fit her." And her eyes... kind of like a sunrise. All manners of pinks with an orange-yellow that, while different from his own, was similar enough.
"Kyrie for this one, then ?" One hand ran to the side of her beak and he laughed when he was playfully snapped at. "Keep that to yourself, missy." Daddy is neither delicious nor edible.
"And Isidore for him ?" He looked at the boy in front of him again, and it finally hit him. The feeling around the little one. He remembered it quite suddenly, that foreignness. He had felt it, once, when he had put the mortals who had died in the clearing of the catacombs to rest, at Echo's request. He had found it awkward. Ankou worked with souls, not bodies.
This one, however... It was that kind of feeling that clung to the boy. "...Funeral, hm ?" He mused out loud.
And yet...
Ankou was busy giving his son a thoughtful look, and ironically did not notice that the little boy started to mimic it. Most of the effect was lost on something this small and cute, however.
He was distracted from his thoughts by Cosine's voice, and he nodded. "Yes... it does fit her." And her eyes... kind of like a sunrise. All manners of pinks with an orange-yellow that, while different from his own, was similar enough.
"Kyrie for this one, then ?" One hand ran to the side of her beak and he laughed when he was playfully snapped at. "Keep that to yourself, missy." Daddy is neither delicious nor edible.
"And Isidore for him ?" He looked at the boy in front of him again, and it finally hit him. The feeling around the little one. He remembered it quite suddenly, that foreignness. He had felt it, once, when he had put the mortals who had died in the clearing of the catacombs to rest, at Echo's request. He had found it awkward. Ankou worked with souls, not bodies.
This one, however... It was that kind of feeling that clung to the boy. "...Funeral, hm ?" He mused out loud.
midnight_medea
Cosine laughed at Kyrie's playing and watched her son mimick his father's actions. That was adorable. Funeral, it suited himand she hoped that would put him close to his cousins. Especially Lacrymosa and Akakios.
"Crow, funeral ..." she looked down into the colourful eyes that stared up at her and smiled. Something close to her own domain but not number ... divination of some sort. She pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead and smiled.
"Augury."
"Crow, funeral ..." she looked down into the colourful eyes that stared up at her and smiled. Something close to her own domain but not number ... divination of some sort. She pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead and smiled.
"Augury."
Zero Dream
"Augury..." He was uncertain what that meant, but perhaps similar to Cosine if she had been able to guess, much like he had done with their son.
For now, well... He would be content not to move an inch anytime soon, which was perhaps a world first in his case. He reached for a stray blanket to help dry out Kyrie's feathers first, and then Isidore's hair. He had egg goop all over him by that point, but he could not care less.
For now, well... He would be content not to move an inch anytime soon, which was perhaps a world first in his case. He reached for a stray blanket to help dry out Kyrie's feathers first, and then Isidore's hair. He had egg goop all over him by that point, but he could not care less.
midnight_medea
Cosine watched Ankou with a grin on her lips. She knew he would be a good father, even if he had been in denial about it. She grabbed the other end of the blanket and rubbed Caelia down before setting her with her brother and sisters so she could move in closer to them and lean against the headboard. She too was content to sit, watch and play as the young ones explored their immediate surroundings.
