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 Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:48 am
Santana watched as Lit opened up the box from the Pixie Company, grinning silently as the boy's face broke into a content smile while he inspected his new clothes. Two heavy sweaters to get them through the rest of winter, several new shirts, and a jacket to start off spring and summer with; Santana was just happy that he'd thought ahead and ordered a few of the last ones just a size or two too big...they'd still fit Lit for a while now. Luckily, he wore normal jeans that the wolf-man could buy anywhere, which made it easier on the wallet.
"Good stuff, Chef?” Santana asked, sipping his coffee.
Litural nodded, stripping off the too tight tank he was currently wearing for one of the new ones. He stood, fixing it around his wings and breathing a sigh of relief as the cool fabric settled about his frame, smoothing out some of the stray wrinkles.
“Yeah, these are great. Thanks, Santana,” Lit answered, picking up the box. “I’m gonna go put these in my room.”
The boy disappeared down the hall, and Santana waited until he heard the door shut before going to refill his cup and go watch television for a bit.
It was quite a while before Santana realized that the house was a little too quiet. “Hmm,” he mused, setting down the remote before heading down towards Lit’s room.
“Lit?” he asked with a knock, waiting to the count of five before opening the door.
The sight before him made him recoil. Oh sure, a young boy’s room was supposed to be a mess, but this? Damn. There were clothes everywhere, some that Santana realized he hadn’t seen the boy wear in months. Lit didn’t have many toys, but what few he’d collected peered sadly from under the clothes on the floor…save for the DS system, which Lit was currently looking up from in a mild state of surprise.
And the piles of dishes; Santana couldn’t believe he’d missed so many bowls, spoons and glasses. Then again, Litural had taken to doing the dishes whenever he made something, so as an afterthought maybe that was how they’d gone unnoticed.
“Litural,” Santana breathed, looking around.
Lit’s expression had gone from shocked to annoyed; he closed the game and sat up on his bed, all three eyes regarding Santana with obvious contempt.
“When…is the last time you cleaned your room?” Santana finally asked.
Lit shrugged, disinterested suddenly, “It’s my room, what’s it matter?”
Santana suppressed the urge to growl out his answer, taking in a deep breath. His anger shouldn’t be directed at the boy; after all, as his guardian, it was Santana’s job to ensure that Litural had a sense of cleanliness.
“No wonder you keep the door shut,” the man said with a snort, leaning against the frame. It was always easier to answer Lit’s moods like this with humor.
And it did help; Lit already looked more relaxed, his wings not nearly as fluffy as they were when he was agitated. His third eye still regarded Santana with distaste, but his main eyes were softer. Santana would have even suggested that they looked guilty.
“Can I sit?”
Lit nodded in response to the question, scooting over to allow space for the adult on his bed.
“Lit, I don’t think I have to tell you that this is…an unacceptable state for your room to be in,” Santana started, motioning to the box of new clothes which had already toppled over. “You just got those, and they’re going to end up dirty before you have a chance to wear them.”
Lit was silent, playing idly with the stylus in his hands. The talk reminded him entirely too much of the one they’d had so long ago, when Lit was still new to the house and had attacked the neighbor from upstairs, or after he’d gotten into that fight with Marieke. He could feel his anger as a small flame in his stomach, but he wasn’t sure if it was at Santana for chastising him or himself for allowing the situation to happen.
Santana glanced around the room again and sighed before standing up, “Come on. Let’s get these dishes out of here, and then start getting your clothes together. Starting with the new ones, I don’t want them getting lost in the shuffle.”
Lit blinked as Santana stood, caught off guard by the sudden action. “That’s it?”
“Oh hell no,” Santana laughed. “But it’s a start. We’ll talk more after your room’s clean.”
It didn’t take the two of them long to get everything straightened up and organized. The dishes were washed and put away, and the first load of dirty clothes was in the laundry before the pair sat down in the living room. They sighed, almost in unison, and it made them both laugh.
“Okay,” Santana said after a moment, looking a little more serious. “So let’s talk about this.”
Lit nodded, crossing his legs under his rear. He’d been mentally preparing for this the whole time and the fire in his stomach had settled into the usual smoldering of ashes that he was used to dealing with. He definitely felt more prepared.
“Like I said before, The Situation in your room is not something that’s going to be tolerated. Not then and not ever again.” Santana’s voice boomed without him raising its volume, which was something that both awed and frightened Litural. The boy nodded his understanding, and his guardian also nodded.
“Good, now that we understand one another, let’s talk about you getting some responsibilities around here.”
“You’re strange,” Lit commented quickly. “Last time I did something that warranted a talking, you lectured me about not getting into fights and that I had to control my rage.”
Santana chuckled knowingly, nodding his head, “Yeah, and the last time I had to have a talk with you like this, you were a lot younger and it was over something you needed to learn how to control for the rest of your life. Being a slob is something that you can easily fix now and without much effort, as long as you understand that next time I’m taking away the DS for a month.” Though they both grinned at the statement, Lit knew that Santana meant what he said. “What I’m talking to you about right now is also going to hopefully fix your house cleaning manners.”
“How’s that?” Lit asked.
“By giving you an incentive to keep house, that’s how. Besides that, you’re older now and I think you deserve to start making a little spending money beyond the bus fare I make you keep on you.”
“You’re giving me an allowance?” Litural’s whole demeanor perked up at the idea.
“Every day that you keep your room clean, you earn fifty cents. That includes taking care of your toys, putting your dirty clothes in a hamper, making sure the clean ones go into your dresser – that is what it’s there for, you know – and not leaving your dirty dishes to grow mold like some science experiment.”
“I won’t harp on you about the bed being made, but if you do that too, I’ll throw in maybe, I don’t know…” Santana waved his hand around. “An extra ten cents and if you keep your room clean, make your bed every day, and help me around the house without complaining, I’ll even things out and give you five bucks a week.”
Lit’s eyes were the size of the hubcaps on Santana’s Jeep. Money, his money that he got to spend or save however he wanted to? It was one of the best things Santana had ever suggested to the boy.
“So what do you say, Lit? Sound like a deal?” the man asked, extending a hand for the boy to shake.
Lit didn’t even consider it. Any money like that would be awesome, so without hesitation he reached out and vigorously shook his guardian’s hand.
“Deal,” Lit said with a nod, mentally noting to himself that getting a raise could always be a possibility in the future.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:48 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:50 am
A Hero? - Santana talks with Lit about the rescue.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 12:56 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:26 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:09 pm
"Hello? Is this Santana DayStar?"
The wolfish man blinked his ruby red eyes at the voice from the other side of his cell. It was a woman he hadn't heard from in months, what felt like years. But there was no mistaking the tone of Ms. Felicity Spring, Lit's "case worker" who had first contacted Santana and got him to adopt the boy.
"Ms. Spring," Santana said with surprise. "Wow, haven't heard from you in a long time. How've you been?"
From his spot on the floor Litural, looked up curiously. He recognized that name; that was that doctor lady who'd actually treated Lit with a level of respect and pity.
"I'm well, thanks." On the other line, Felicity chuckled, "And yes, it has been a while...though I have been keeping tabs on the two of you. As someone who worked so strongly with Litural while he was here, I've gotten copies of all the reports about him from teachers and the update journals you've been sending to us as well."
"Yeah, that makes sense," Santana said, nodding his head. He looked down at Lit, shrugging when the boy tilted his head and mouthed something about what did the therapist want.
"So what's up? What has you calling? I know Lit and I have updates due soon, but they usually e-mail me about those. Is everything ok?"
"Oh yes, Mr. DayStar, everything is fine. Beyond fine...I actually have to congratulate you about the marvelous work you've done with Litural since he came into your custody."
"Well, like you said, a little TLC and he came around pretty fast. Only had to smack him around once or twice," he said with a smile, laughing some as Lit stuck out his tongue at the guardian. "Thank you, though...it's really been a team effort."
"Yes, a team," said the doctor, pausing a bit. "How would you feel about adding another member to that effort, Mr. DayStar?"
"Sorry?" Santana asked hesitantly. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't...quite follow."
The woman on the other line was quiet for a moment, like he was trying to decide how to phrase her sentences, “Like I said you’ve done marvelous things with Litural. He’s grown up so much, and you’ve handled him very well, but there are still some things that we are concerned about, particularly his aggression towards women.
“Now, why this is, we’re not totally sure. It may have something to do with the fact his original guardian was a woman and he feels resentment towards her, as well as suffering some abandonment issues. It may just be his Wrath side responding to what is preserved as a weaker creature, especially since he doesn’t have issues with males and has even made a few friends with boys his age. Still again, it could be his Wrath side responding with his Chastity DNA, thusly making him aggressive towards women because it is “sinful” to want physical contact…and this is the theory we’ve been toying with the most, especially after his visit with Avis recently.”
“Ok, so and that all boils down to…what?” asked Santana, not liking the long description.
He had a feeling that SoS was going to throw him and his charge for another loop.
“Well, if the theory is correct, Litural’s Chastity side being effect by the Wrath anger would cause him to respond negatively to any girl or woman he found attractive. It would also cause adverse affects to females deemed ‘impure’ or unchaste. I believe Lit met Adhara not too long ago? Did he have any complaints of feeling sick or uneasy, but not exactly enraged by meeting the girl?”
Santana looked over at Lit as Felicity spoke, and the boy did not seem happy. They were talking about him, this he knew, and all he got was a very quiet Santana to try and listen in on.
“What’s she saying about me?” he asked in a quiet hiss, fluffing out his feathery wings to further express his annoyance.
“I’ll tell you in a second,” Santana mouth, before speaking back into the phone. “Yes, actually Lit told me later that talking with her made him feel queasy and dizzy. He said the feelings ‘came from the same place’ as his anger, but it wasn’t the same burning rage he’s used to feeling. It had us bother stumped for a while there.”
He could almost hear the woman smile while Litural frown deepened.
“Then our theory has some grounding, excellent.”
“I still don’t understand what you were talking about earlier,” Santana sighed, settling into the chair.
“Mr. DayStar, we want you to take on another spawn.”
The wolf man nearly hung up on the poor woman as he dropped the phone in disbelief.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 9:13 pm
Santana looked through the familiar pile of paperwork, thought not nearly as thick as Litural’s had been, reading about the little girl who potentially would be coming home with him and his charge that afternoon. She was younger than Lit was when Santana brought him home, just recently cleared for placement with a mental age of a four-year-old. A Kindness/Pride combination, she’d already been showing to take after her mother’s side and was very pleasant to work with and generally helpful with everything presented to her. The paperwork warned to watch out for her stubborn moods when she wanted to do everything herself; that was her Pride talking.
“She’s just down this hall,” the tech said, glancing back at Santana and Litural as he led the pair to the meeting room where the little girl already waited.
Santana seemed hopeful about this whole thing. After all, from what the doctor had said, this child should get along very well with Lit due to her kind nature. Supposedly, she was also very sensitive to the feelings of others, which would help her understand the boundaries and limits that Lit needed in order to function.
Litural, on the other hand, was less than thrilled…mostly because he wasn’t sure how this was going to change things. The apartment was already close quarters with the two of them living there, and Lit knew how expensive his clothing could be to order. What if this girl was also difficult to buy for? Would they be able to survive? And while he didn’t feel exactly “angry” about it being a girl, there was the other side of his emotions that made his head ache slightly and a sick feeling bubble in the pit of his stomach. No, he wasn’t sure he was going to like this at all.
The tech pulled out a jingling set of keys, unlocked the door and pulling it open, “She’s just inside here,” he said, motioning for the two to go in first.
The pair look at each other, Santana offering a slight smile while Lit continued to look concerned.
“Remember, this is your choice, Lit. If you don’t feel comfortable with her, we can leave and forget this whole thing…but you’ve got to give her an honest shot.”
Lit nodded his head, watching as Santana walked into the room before taking a breath and following after.
It was bright – of course, all these meeting rooms seemed painfully bright at times – with pictures of balloons and ribbon painted on the walls. Sitting off in one corner was a little table with chairs at it, and in one of those chairs was a quiet little girl with headphones perched on top of her deep red hair. She seemed very happy to just wait there, bobbing her head and swaying back and forth to whatever music was playing from the tape deck in her pudgy hands. Her pale pink eyes sparkled, though she didn’t seem to be focusing on any particular thing.
Suddenly, she stopped, swaying and instead looked towards the door where the two newcomers stood. There was a pop as she pressed the stop button on her music, hand reaching to pull the headphones off her ears.
“New people,” she observed, that smile not fading.
“Yes, Auryn, these are the people who came to visit you today,” the tech said from Santana’s right…purposely putting distance between Lit and himself.
“Hello there, Auryn,” Santana spoke first, starting to move towards the table, kneeling down beside the girl. “My name’s Santana,” he said warmly, offering a hand towards her.
At first, Auryn didn’t respond. Actually, she hadn’t even followed him with her eyes as he walked towards her, and her head wouldn’t move to look at him until he spoke from her side.
“Shake the man’s hand, Auryn,” the tech instructed.
As if she’d forgotten, Auryn’s brows arched as she stuck out a hand…missing Santana’s by a mile. Her little nose crinkled, and after setting the tape player down on the table she used both hands to search the air for Santana’s, gripping it lightly in her palms once she made the connection.
“Hi Ana,” she said with a proud smile, looking up at him…her eyes unblinking.
And Santana came to a realization that this little girl couldn’t see him in front of her. Probably couldn’t see anything or anyone.
“She’s…she can’t,” the man started, glancing up at the tech, almost afraid to make mention of it.
“Yes, Auryn’s blind,” the tech answered for him.“It’s a Kindness trait.”
“I thought Justice was blind?” Lit said with a snort.
“Oh no, Justice can see quite well…but Kindness only sees in auras of people or things. And while Auryn has the lack of sight, it doesn’t appear that she’s able to read auras as of yet.”
“I see brightness!” the little girl squeaked, holding her head high and puffing out her little chest. She did have quite a lot of Pride.
“We’ve been working with her to understand the difference between a lighted room and a dark one,” the tech explained.
“Who else there?” she asked suddenly, looking in Lit’s direction, and he found himself admiring her boldness.
Actually, he was barely bothered by her at all. He did feel a bit agitated simply by being back at Seven of Seven…but Auryn herself did very little to upset his nerves or make him feel uncomfortable. Honestly, when comparing her to Adhara, he found Auryn’s presence almost like a relief. She was so innocent, untainted and pure. It was refreshing after being bombarded with sickening thoughts about the pregnant spawn’s b*****d child.
“That’s Litural,” Santana said, glancing up at the boy. He motioned for Lit to come over.
Lit hesitated, but finally made his way towards the girl. He knelt down on the ground, close but not too near. “Hi,” he said blankly, his voice flat.
“Hi!” Auryn smiled at him despite the cold greeting, sticking out her hand for a shake, frowning when there was no hand to meet her. As before, she began to search with her fingers but as she came dangerously close to touching Lit’s arm he tensed, and she paused, pulling her hands away.
“No shake? No touch?” she asked him, her eyes sad but curious.
“I don’t like it,” he told her bluntly.
The thought made her look startled for a second, but soon Auryn nodded her head, as if understanding. Instead she reached out for Santana again, her fingers curling tightly around his thumb.
“No touch Lit’ral,” she said, the smile coming back quickly to her eyes before she looked up at Santana. “Go home now?”
“Uh, well…I don’t know if you’re coming home with us today, Auryn…” Santana said hesitantly, looking up at Litural with questioning eyes.
Lit met the gaze, all three eyes focused on his guardian. It wasn’t so bad, he supposed. After all, she wasn’t about to touch him and understood that he liked his space. She was quiet, not bouncy or in his face, and she didn’t whine or push things. Really, she reminded him of Dion…just a girl.
“Sure,” he said in response to the question Santana wasn’t about to ask in front of the girl. “We can give it a try.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 9:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 11:55 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:27 pm
"That thing is weird," Litural said disdainfully, watching Santana type out some words on the Braille-writer.
The wolfish man glanced up at the boy, shrugging some at his statement, "It's really not that hard to use...I just have to keep my cheat sheet nearby, heh," he said with a chuckle, picking up the sheet to double check how to make the letter 'R'.
"Here, take those foam letters and start sticking them onto the labels, would you?" Santana asked, pointing to the pile on the other side of the coffee table.
"What exactly is all of this going to do?" Lit asked, sitting down on the couch to do as he was asked.
"Auryn needs to know the objects in her life, right? And she also needs to understand Braille and how Braille translates into letters." Santana motioned to the foam letters. "We pair the foam with the Braille so that she knows how the word 'couch' is spelled in Braille and letters, and she'll know what a couch is."
"So then what are you making now?" Lit said, wrinkling his nose as a letter got stuck to his finger.
"Auryn's Cheat Sheet. If we don't teach her the alphabets themselves, first, those labels will be for nothing," Santana explained, pulling the sheet from the writer and moving to sit beside Lit.
The sheet had the entire Braille alphabet printed on it, and Santana started pulling off the little foam letters and putting them with their corresponding set of dots. They worked like that while Auryn slept, spending close to an hour before every label - from the kitchen past the bedrooms into the bathroom - was finished.
The door to the little girl's bedroom opened slowly, and both males looked up as they heard tiny feet shuffling on the floor down the hall.
"Ana? Lit'ral?" came a groggy sounding call, and Auryn appeared in the living room, rubbing her eyes and looking just generally disheveled.
"On the couch, Songbird," Santana answered.
Her little eyes smiled tiredly, and carefully Auryn moved away from the wall and maneuvered towards the couch. Feeling the back and the arm with her hands, she came around to the front and crawled up next to her guardian, leaning against him and rubbing her cheek against the sleeve of his shirt with a content hum.
"You have a good nap, 'Ryn?" asked Lit as he stood up, stretching out his wings and arms.
"Yush," Auryn responded, yawning softly. "What you dooin'?"
"We're making you letters with that machine we got the other day," Santana said, sitting back on the couch and putting his arm around the little girl. "Do you want something to drink really quick, and then we can show you?"
"Yeah!" Her little face lit up at the idea of learning something new, and Auryn sat a little straighter as she began to wake up more.
"A'right...let's get you some water, and then you can learn your alphabet," Santana agreed, carefully standing up and heading into the kitchen for a cup for the child.
A few minutes later, the triad was sitting on the couch again with the cheat sheet between them on Auryn's lap, her hands running over the bumpy marks and feeling the foam letters with her hands. Litural didn't exactly participate, but sat watching them between commercials on the TV. It was definitely interesting, this Braille thing.
"A," Auryn said after a moment, and wiggled as Santana patted her on the back.
"Very good! Ok, what's...this one?" he asked, carefully moving her fingers to another letter and letting her feel them.
Auryn concentrated, pondering the shape of the foam letter and the little dots that were presented to her.
"L," was her answer. "Saw this one," she said, a little confused.
"Are you teaching her how to spell my name?" Litural asked suddenly, giving a little snorting laugh as Santana nodded his head.
"Yep, sure are...that's how you spell 'Litural', Auryn. What do you think of this so far? Pretty cool, huh?"
"Yeah!" Auryn squeaked happily, bouncing lightly in her seat.
Santana smiled proudly, amazed at how well she had picked up on these things. Soon she'd be ready to have the labels on the furniture, and would probably start spelling things on her own. The Braille-writer itself would have to wait until she was better maneuvering her fingers, but that was alright. She was learning to read despite her handicap, and like Litural had, Auryn would shine in her own right.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:45 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:10 am
Sitting back from his laptop, Santana sighed as he looked at still unopened letter from SoS, asking for an update on Litural. He'd just finished sending out Auryn's update, and while a part of him wanted to wait until tomorrow to work on the e-mail, he knew if he didn't get to it now he'd forget. "One more time," he muttered, pulling up a new message. Santana's Journal He's come such a long way, it's hard for me to look at Lit as the same little boy I adopted so many months ago. Sure, he still has some issues with being touched. Honestly after the way he was treated under your care, can you blame the kid? I certainly can't. Probably the biggest thing you want to hear about is how he's adjusting to having Auryn around. He gets annoyed with her stubbornness and pride sometimes, but he's so protective of her. There have been so many times I've been tempted to ask Auryn to go find her big brother, and while Lit and I both know that's not a true statement, it feels so right to call him that. Earlier on she got lost at the mall, and if it hadn't been for those two little boys I think Litural would have torn the place down looking for her. From what he told me about the incident later, he was just about ready to tear the kids apart simply because he'd thought they hurt her. Auryn eased his anger, though...and that's the second thing I have to talk to you about. Litural's anger has gotten much easier to control as he's grown into his own; as you know, for a long while there I never thought he'd be able to control himself. He still has his days, but focusing on other things or being concerned about upsetting Auryn gets such a positive reaction from him, better than I've ever seen meditation work. Though I have noticed when he's stressed about something he tends to cook more. After the day at the mall I had to keep him from making a seven course meal for Auryn and I, and the other day while we were down at the beach, Lit came back begging for us to go get hot dogs and hamburgers so that he could barbecue for us. After that, he pushed me for a hair cut. It's short, spiky like mine but different at the same time. I'm not sure what prompted the change, but he seems quite happy with it. Whatever, he's hitting that teenager stride so as long as he doesn't go doing stupid or dangerous things, I won't argue. Santana took an inhale, about ready to shout to Lit that he needed to do a journal for the facility...and coughed as he realized that was the wrong action to take. Not that Auryn would mind being awake if they were up, but getting her back to bed would be a whole other process. Sending away the e-mail, the wolfish man got up to alert his oldest charge that he needed to drop an letter SoS's way.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:11 am
Litural plopped down in front of Santana's laptop, grabbing a handful of popcorn to munch as he thought about his journal update for SoS. He ran his fingers through the spikes of his hair, still not used to having his neck exposed...this hair cut was still taking some adjustments. Litural's Journal I don't know what you guys were thinking by having Santana take on another kid. What a loop that was. Man, am I just glad she doesn't hang on me like she does on Santana...or anything else, really. That wouldn't go over well at all and I would not be held accountable for my actions. I'm just glad she understands my personal space. She's cute though, I'll give her that. And she just has this...thing...she does. It's like she's looking at me but through me and it's just...weird. And she'll know what I'm feeling without me even having to say anything. It's freaky. She does it to Santana too, but mostly it's when she wants something and I don't think he realizes it. Like she'll want a drink and she'll look at him and not say a word! But he'll look at her and go "Oh, you want something to drink, Auryn?" and he'll go get her a cup. And he doesn't see what she's doing, but I do. She doesn't try it with me, the getting me to do stuff part...but she'll know when I wanna be alone or when I just want someone else in the room with me. I may be anti-touch but I'm not totally anti-social, yanno. And, what else? I got a hair cut. Some stupid dork at the beach said I looked like a girl...and lemme tell you, I don't look like a girl anymore! Let's see that tubby kid try telling me I'm girlie again...I'll eat his face. You've made some really special kids in this project of yours. Like that Adriel kid and Duncan...and those other two that I met at the mall when Auryn got lost. Can't remember their names...but man. You've got quite the bunch of us running around, too, don't you? Well, I just think you guys are crazy. "Sananta!" Lit called out into the house as he sent the e-mail away. "All done!" Back in her room, he felt Auryn stir...and flinched. Oh man...now they were going to be up for another hour trying to get her back to sleep. "Litural," Santana said with a sigh several minutes later, carrying a bright eyes and bushy tailed Auryn on his hip. "Mornin' Lit!" she giggled. The boy sighed, setting the laptop on the table, "I'll go get her books..."
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