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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 7:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:50 pm
Sitting on the living room couch Malen sighed heavily as he typed the hardest letter he had ever written. It was not easy to get out what he wanted to say but it had to be done. He was becoming something different, something not himself and it had to stop. On top of that he needed to protect his family, all of them.
Dear Ianna
There are somethings that need to be discussed, yet i feel i cannot discuss them with you face to face. there are too many emotions that would come up and i do not want to see you in pain. That in part is why i am doing this.
In short I'm moving out shortly , there are many reasons behind this choice, most of all it think this relationship we have is detrimental to everyone involved, to not just us but the children and that's something i can't live with. Things have fallen apart and we all share some blame in that.
I'm losing myself, the person i was and the person who first swept you off your feet. I need to leave to be who i was again to figure out how I let myself slip into some new mold. the person I'm becoming is not someone i want to be, or someone who should be with you as a representative of me.
I am not abandoning you I will still be contactable but i feel that at this time we are no longer really couple and more two people living in one home with a very dysfunctional family.
When I leave I will be taking Del with me Kishi seems to have made other plans.
I know this letter is short but it addressed what needs to be said right now.
Perhaps in a few weeks when the dust has settled we can sit down and talks things over. Discuss what if any future we have even as friends.
Malen
It wasn't the best letter and he was certain there'd be tears over it but it was the best draft he could come up with. When it came to responsibility and emotion Malen was Frank if a bit hard to understand at times.
Still it was done and Malen was one step closer to freedom.. and a new set of responsibilities.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 4:50 pm
Dear diary:
I have just come to realization that i have no clue what to do with a boy if i end up with one instead of a girl. I've always wanted a son but I've only ever had daughters and on top of that I was raised by women with a a sister.
Sure I won't treat him any different then I did the girls but certainly there has to be different ways of raising the genders, different versions of the talk and well alright he'd get away with more than they did becuase boys are just. Damnit I'm going to be a biased father, maybe I'm better off with a girl.
Plus I have no clue how Del will deal with a brother, she already seems happy to be having a younger sibling but whether or not she likes it's gender is yet to be determined.
All I'm doing is working myself up now, hopefully if i stop thinking about it and just let things happen it will all work out.
~Malen
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 9:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 8:24 pm
What's in a name.
Defeated Malen lay on the couch of his new apartment. Orange eyes strayed to the subject of his failure.
A small boy perhaps five years old with lime green eyes and a darker moss green shade of hair sat on the beige carpet watching the T.V with intense focus. As he kept his gaze focused on the Television the boy drummed his fingers on his knees and made strange scratchy noises in the back of his throat.
This boy, this unnamed child was the most recent addition to Malen's family and the only son he had. He was strange being, created not born much like Del. He was also somewhat distant , interested in the world around him more than people at the moment. Malen supposed though that this was becuase he was so young and inexperienced in the world.
Regardless of the reason the boy was rather unhelpful in the area of picking his name. He had no suggestions and no preferences but had rejected everything Malen and Del had come up with. Even a call to Malen's older daughter Kishi had proved to be fruitless.
" You know I can't just call you nothing forever " he said with a sigh. Malen had no clue why this boy was so hard to name. Perhaps becuase he was intelligent enough to actually care what he was named and have a choice in it.
"Nothing is nice" the boy replied not bothering to face Malen.
" It's not a proper name." Malen countered.
A shrug was his only reply and then " he's smart" out of the blue a comment on the t.v show.
Malen directed his gaze towards the screen. CSI decidedly not a kids show and not the show he had put on for the boy to watch. At some point while Malen was distracted he must have changed the channel.
" You're not old enough to watch that and yes Grissom is smart. Knows a lot about bugs and blood and people. " Malen shook his head letting his braid swing and land on the front part of this shoulder.
" I want to know things." The boy's hands reached for the nearby remote and clutched it tightly as if he feared the loss of it and subsequently the loss of things he could learn.
" You can learn things from a show that won't give your nightmares.. Gil" Malen said hesitating before saying the name.
There was a pause and then the boy turned and smiled " Ok " with that he pressed the channel up button and returned to watching the t.v.
Somehow Malen was not surprised by this reaction. Gil as he would now be called was a strange child and it seemed as though receiving a name to him was not nearly as important as it had once been. Or perhaps getting the right name had been important but once found it ceased to be a big deal.
He could only hope that everything with Gil wasn't this complicated, though he wouldn't mind if they all ended in just as amusing of a way.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:43 pm
Dear diary
My new brother Gil is odd but fun. He likes to lick everything a lot like how Kishi licked the easter eggs a long time ago. Maybe it's a kid thing, though dad says I never put anything I shouldn't in my mouth. Echo did though and he's even a dragon. Maybe I was just odd but I never thought about seeing what the world tasted like.
Anyways for only having known him a bit Gil is pretty cool even for a boy. All the dragons like him and he's very friendly. He doesn't have good coordination when we play though, a lot like how Kay was sort of slow to get the hang of things. I wonder if they have similar reasons why?
All in all I'm enjoying having a younger sibling again and I hope Gil doesn't change anytime soon
Del
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 1:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:48 pm
At the mall.
" No Gil you can't lick the paint to see which one tastes better. It's not like you can lick the walls anyways." Malen sighed only he could stand in the paint section of the mall and have to have this conversation.
Gil pouted " But in the movie, with the man there was lickable walls." He had seen it he knew there was such a thing, why couldn't he have it?Malen sighed " Movies don't always have real things. there are no lickable paints and wallpapers I promise, even Gaia doesn't have that oddity yet. Please just pick a colour."
Gil continued to pout and looked at the wall of colours. The actual paint was behind him this was just what it would all look like on a wall. To him most of the colours looked nice and it was hard to pick one. Although a few in particular really interested him.
He sucked on his lower lip for a minute before pointing to one " that one becuase it looks like inside the chocolate bar" Gil had chosen a warm inviting caramel colour becuase it reminded him of a great taste and it was nice and appealed him anyways.Journal
Gil had no sense of colour coordination, none at all, but I told him he could pick stuff for his room while we shopped today and he insisted that his choices were right.
So now my son had has golden walls ( I need to do the second and third coats tommorow to make the the full caramel he wants)as well as an obnoxiously brightly coloured veggie tales comforter. That thing of course is evil as are the videos he insisted we buy becuase talking food was interesting. Well at least he'll get his first dose of religion that way and hopefully learn some valuable lessons.
Finally the last major thing we got ( I am not even going to try and list all the little stuff) was a large black and white carpet that doubles as a chess set.
Honestly I fear for when I take him clothes shopping. What he has now I bought but he'll want to pick his own soon and that worries me
~ Father of a fashion disaster
Malen
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 2:40 am
August 18 2007
Shoe tying was not nearly as easy as it looked, at least not for Gil. The laces were small and hard to get a hold of. Plus he hand to grip them hard to feel them properly and then trying to make the loops and bows just got him all confused. It wasn't fair.
Del could tie her own shoes in less than a minute as could his father( though he seemed to cheat and just leave he shoes tied a lot) Why didn't they have trouble?
Well he'd been told he seemed to be having coordination trouble, whatever that was. To him it just meant that tying his shoes, much like accurately catching balls or holding utensils seems to take more effort and practice for him to get right. The other two he'd done enough to get done but the shoes still tripped him up a lot.
Usually by the time he though the had it there was a dull sort of ache in his fingers that made it hard to concentrate so he gave up. If they were ever going anywhere someone tied his shoes for him. It was embarrassing becuase it seemed like everyone even the people on t.v learned it faster than him.
Yanking his goggles down over his face Gil smiled as the world became tinted red,putting him in his own world in a way. Focused he began again slowly , picking up the laces and making the practiced motions. It would take time and more practice but Gil would learn the art of shoe tying.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 2:42 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 2:45 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 2:52 pm
Educational Thoughts Gil sat on the porch slowly eating a plate of vegetables and dip. While he did so he thought about his day and how different it had been from all the other days he had ever known.
Today had been the first day at school, not only that but it was a private school meaning he had to wear an boring outfit and look like everyone else. at least he'd been allowed to keep his goggles with him as long as he didn't wear them over his eyes during class. Still he didn't like feeling like everyone else. He wanted to be different.
It was sort of nice though becuase school was for learning things and he'd learned a lot today. There'd be a lot of learning in his future becuase he was only in the first of many grades and there was a lot you had to do before you could move up one.
Enjoying the cool sweet taste of a dipless carrot Gil thought about the first thing they had done that day. After everyone was in class and the bell had rung they had gotten to know each other's names. It had been a fun game and you got to know stuff about people. You had to find someone who can say the alphabet, find someone who can swim or ride a bike and get them to write their name under thing they could do.
After that the teacher Mr. Black told everyone where to sit and Gil hadn't liked that part. He had wanted to sit by the window but he was stuck in the middle of the room instead. He also didn't think it was fair that somehow he was stuck surrounded by girl's. Of course most of the class was girls so the other boys had to deal with it as well. It wasn't that girls were bad so much as they seemed to whisper all the time and pass notes and he wasn't even invited to join them. It wasn't fair.
Dipping a piece of celery in the dip he nibbled on it and sighed. There had been more to his day but it was all becoming a blur. The printing and the math had been ok if boring. Gym was fun even though he fell a couple times when running. Nothing else was worth thinking about too hard.
Finishing up his snack Gil picked up his plate and headed inside to put it in the sink. School was really long and he was tired. Now would be a good time to watch t.v and learn stuff without doing any effort. Then maybe after dinner he'd go talk to Dori or play with the dragons.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 12:06 am
Gil lay on his bed, a pencil clutched awkwardly in his hand. School required him to keep a journal. Mr. black had said it was good for seeing one's growth. The green haired boy had no clue how writing things in a book was going to show him that but he had no choice but to do it and live with the fact that a school councilor would be looking at the journals once a month.
Placing his pencil on the lined notebook Gil began to write.
You're my journal. I have to write in you and tell you what I see and think. I have to share you though so there are things I won't write.
Things are ok at school, my teacher is nice and i can understand most of what we learn. I like lessons where we don't have to write becuase I don't hold a pencil very good.
Even now as he looked at what he'd written so far Gil could tell his writing hadn't improved beyond barely legible.
The girls are boring and only talk to each other and pass notes. One girl, Vicky is almost ok though, she helped me tie my shoes when I got really frustrated yesterday and couldn't get my fingers to do it. Lots of kids laughed and it was mad, i know how to tie the laces I learned how before school started and then my hands were tired from the writing and got all confused.
It was ok though becuase at recess we boys played spies and I got to be the leader becuase I have seen two spy movies and one has adults in it. I can also do the falling roll thing even on pebbles and not lose focus. No one laughed at me then, but i did get in trouble for getting my clothes dirty.
Gil had more thoughts and feelings but his hand was getting slick with sweat and he could see then pencil slipping above and below the guide lines as he printed. It was time to quit.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 10:30 pm
What I like Gil sat on the couch watching a movie. Though his eyes were clearly focused on the T.V screen Gil's hand moved steadily ash he twisted and spun a rubix cube. The multicoloured puzzle toy was too complex for him to figure of at the moment but Gil liked playing with it becuase it kept his hands busy. While he played with the Cube Gil watched happily as a cucumber and tomato danced across the screen and sang. Veggie Tales was something Gil found really cool. There were a whole bunch of singing vegetables that told stories that were supposed to teach you things. Gil understood some of the lessons but others confused him . His father had taken him to a church the last week as Gil had learned that the stories were all from church and he had wanted to check it out. Gil really regretted going. It was long and boring, even when he went to hang out with the the other children Gil was still bored. Somehow without the Veggie tales character Gil was unable to really relate to stories or to care at all. He'd come to decision that he wouldn't go to church. Still Gil enjoyed the show and continued to watch it and have his father buy the tapes. Really, you just couldn't go wrong with food that told stories and taught lessons in Gil's mind. Now if only school could be taught by them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:52 pm
Halloween
" Gil get back here , don't run in front of cars and dammit don't eat the candy before I have a chance to inspect it " Malen yelled hopelessly at the child stumbling across the street in the dark a few feet in front of him. He had something Malen couldn't quite make out in his hands that kept being moved out of his line of sight.
It was Gil's first Halloween and his son was bound and determined to visit every house on Gaia even if it meant jaywalking and moving faster than was advised for someone with his lack of balance; particularly someone carrying what had to be at this point a heavy sack of candy. He'd also been told three times prior to leaving the compound that night not to eat anything until Malen had inspected it but it was apparent he hadn't been listening.
As Malen gave an apologetic look to a mother with a van full of kids and caught up with his son he sighed. At least Gil had chosen a 007 outfit, the suit fit him well and there was no chance of him being hindered by it and tripping. Of course, aside from the grey pinstripes there was no colour on it thus failing to make him visible when he did stupid things like dart across the road. Dark suit plus inky black night illuminated in mostly noxious green and orange did not bode well for anyone's safety never mind Gil's.
With a growl Malen reached down and swiped a small bag of potato chips from Gil's hand. Examining them he sighed again, Wasabi flavored , it figured he'd disobey rules for his favorite flavored object. At least it had only been chips which were likely sealed, still Malen glared down at Gil " What have I told you about eating things tonight before I look at them.”
Gill looked up at him his eyes shined with defiance " Not to, but it was filled with air and no holes so it was ok , I'm not stupid you know." The boy was filled with sass tonight and it showed in both is body language and the tone of voice he used. Malen was starting to regret taking him out instead of going to Raven's party. It would have been a safer and less stressful experience all around.
Though it was not the most mature of responses Malen rolled his eyes " We'll talk about this when we get home, oh and don't think I didn't see that look on your face when you got that can of Zurg energy drink on the last corner. That crap is not passing your lips kiddo, it's damn near poison to normal people gods only knows what'd do to you”. Malen had no doubt that his peculiar sylph child would react drastically in one manner or another to the taste of the drink not to mention that it's transformation effects could seriously harm him.
Malen was not surprised when Gil unsteadily spun on his heel then walked towards the next house with a huff, black pillowcase slung over his shoulder. Of all Malen's children Gil had been the most stubborn and hardest to raise, then again he'd also been the only boy so that may have accounted for it .For all that Malen was a bounty hunter who'd chased down humans and other species alike it never ceased to amaze him that while he could go head to head with a criminal armed to the teeth, he often struggled to remain an authority with his children.
He was eternally grateful that Del at least had always been respectful and tried to enforce this way of thinking on her brother. It certainly didn't hurt that the dolphin hybrid had a rather intimidating dragon partner who felt the same way. Gil though at the same age as the two was somewhat in awe in of them and on occasion could be coerced into behaving. In fact on occasion his fascination and respect for his similarly aged sibling and her Draconian companion lead to stress free days for Malen when he'd spend the whole day tailing them like a lost puppy.
Of course his behavior was best when Kishi was visiting and Malen regretted not having taken her up on the offer of letting her take him out with the twins. Far older and battle trained by himself Kishi was a force to be reckoned with and she'd been helping raise kids her entire life. For some reason she had a knack for getting her own way with them. When with Kishi, Gil could be talked into most anything even things that his limitation hindered. In fact when Malen needed Gil to do his excerises ti improve his motor skills and co ordination he called his eldest child over because she handled the lessons best.
Which was not to say that Malen let Gil run wild just that he was willing to share responsibilities and let those best suited to certain tasks do them. Malen loved being a parent and he loved Gil in spite of all his quirks and unique needs.
For the next half hour all went fairly well, Gil met with other kids and talked to them while the small hordes of candy hungry children went door to door essentially begging for candy while looking cute, frighting and on occasion mysterious. Sometimes the children swapped candy and Malen noted that Gil was more then willing to hand over chocolate bars for cheetos and pop for caramels. He was however unwavering in his unwillingness to separate with his suckers.
Malen watched this all with a wary smile plastered on his face, he kept a close eyes on the children while taking with other parents who'd been dragged along on. As Murphy was the law he was waiting for some sort of disaster to occur.
He waited and waited but curiously nothing happened.
As Gil began to wind down they made a stop outside a coffee shop so Malen could grab a drink before they began the trek home. Against his better judgment he left Gil outside so that the small boy wouldn't have to try and cram his way into the store filled with adults also wanting a cup of caffeinated ambrosia.
When he made his way back out of the shop a few minutes later he found himself looking at Gil who was being towered over by a gigantic man in black clothes and a cape with a rich orange jack o lantern head. Malen stared shocked at the sight of his son calmly exchanging his candy with this stranger for boxes with gods only knew what inside. It usually took massive arguments to separate Gil from food and yet here he was handing most of it over without so much as a hint of hesitation.
Of course Gil had obviously heard of Jack before, who hadn't, the Pumpkin king was Gaia's official Halloween spirit and was renowned for taking people's candy and giving them presents for it. Still Malen doubted that Gil was going to be happy with his trade especially since Jack had a tendency to dole out a lot of pants.
As he watched Gil complete the trade and tear into his presents Malen gave a sigh of relief when Gil remained all smiles. He took a sip of his coffee relished the sugary warm liquid then thanked the gods profusely for a successful outing that had resulted in no losing of the mind on his part or injuries o Gil's
“ Hey Dad look at this hat I goooumpf .. I hath bith my liph and tounge and ith does not tasth good “
Well almost no injuries.
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