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 Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:29 pm
Babies from cabbages... Not too far-fetched!
It was Conan's curiosity that would get him into trouble. Again.
Now, he was an extraordinarily intelligent young lad. No one could begrudge him that. From the instant that he, erm, 'hatched' from a red bow-tie, Conan had carried an aura of intelligence. As he grew it only increased, due to the vast amount of books and educational television that he was allowed to have.
And yet, he was still curious.
That curiosity lead him to explore a little center that was south of Barton. Once he entered, he immediately went towards the lab. While initially he was dismayed that there would be no tours offered, he spent some time talking to the receptionist and picked up a pamphlet or two. He found a little quiet corner and sat to read.
It was quite informative. However, it opened up the possibility in his mind: Could he have a child? There was no doubt that he could care for one. He'd taken care of the younger children back home. But should he? Would he have enough time to raise a child, to give it the care it needed?
Unbidden, the memory of a petite brown haired woman watering a little purple bud in the hopes that a child would spring from it came to mind. He remembered the chaos that had been his home, Mother doing her very best to keep the children from killing each other. There had been such love there, even if it had been hectic. Conan closed his eyes and smiled slightly. If Mother could do it with her brood, certainly he could care for a single child.
And besides. His life had gotten quite lonely ever since the incident.
His mind was made up. Conan stood and walked the opposite way, towards the adoption center. He spoke to another very nice woman, and thought about his choices for a moment. After a moment he smiled. Wouldn't it be fitting to have a child come from a cabbage, since he'd been born from a bow-tie?
So, Conan found himself carrying home an overlarge cabbage. Well, he tried to carry it home, anyway. He ended up catching a ride on the bus. He was a bookworm, after all, not a weightlifter. The thing was quite heavy! Mother had gotten out easy with him, just having to carry around a bow-tie.
Up the three flights of stairs he went, hauling his cabbage with him. He arraigned it on the table and got everything that was necessary to care for it ready.
He hoped that he'd inherited Mother's green thumb.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:57 pm
Bedtime story:
“I'll have to give you a name, of course.” Conan said, stroking the side of his cabbage. A book sat open on his lap, and Conan took off his reading glasses with a sigh. He looked up at the clock and smiled wryly when he noticed the time. Two in the morning.
“Fine time for both man and cabbage to be getting to bed, little one.” Conan hefted the cabbage up and moved it into his room, putting it down carefully on a little nest on the floor. He closed the door, shut off the lights, and turned on a little night light. The youth stretched and crawled into bed, propping himself up on a pillow.
“I guess I'll have to get used to telling bedtime stories again.” He said, giving the cabbage a little half smile. “So, I think I'll start with one tonight.”
“Once upon a time, there was a silly little girl.” Conan's voice had a very far away tone to it. “And this silly little girl loved nothing more than to be with her family. She had an older brother who would do anything for her, and many more family members that were spread out.”
“One day, the Silly Little Girl was running to get to an auction. On her way there she ran into an old woman who insisted that the girl take home a bow-tie. The girl took it home and wore it, right up until the day it changed into a baby.”
Conan laughed, his eyes closed. “The silly little girl was so happy. She adored the little baby and was so happy to have another member to her family. And that little baby seemed to open a flood gate. Soon after, a banished angel landed near their front porch. Following that, a dragon-boy in the neighbor's field. The silly little girl picked up many, many children, and her heart was full of love at the birth and growing of each one.”
“And the Silly little girl was never more happy, however, than when her big brother told her that he'd fallen in love. She wished them both the best, and let them live their own life. She would do the same to any child, because she was happy as long as they were happy.”
“The first group of children were nearly grown when the most horrible thing happened that could ever happen. With no one to protect her, the Silly Little Girl was attacked by an enemy. To protect her family, she sacrified herself with a smile. In the end, she would be happy as long as the people she loved were happy.”
Clearing his throat, Conan sounded suspiciously near tears. He stood, picking up the cabbage and moving it into bed with him. “When the dust settled, the first child that she'd found was all alone. He couldn't find the chained angel, nor the dragon boy, or even the annoying girl. He was alone.”
“But then, one day, his curious mind brought him to an institute, where they made babies pop out of cabbages.” Conan kissed the side of the cabbage. “And the boy thought about his mother, and decided to take one home.”
“So don't worry, little one. No matter what you turn out to be, I'll love you. I'll take care of you. I'll raise you with all the love I was raised with.” He sighed, moving his head down to rest on the pillow.
He'd had worse bedmates in his life than a slightly damp cabbage, after all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 2:55 pm
Dreams...
At the beginning of the dream, Conan knew exactly what kind that it was going to be. God, he wanted to wake up. But, like always, he couldn't seem to. He couldn't open his eyes, he was trapped in darkness.
“She needs sunlight.” The voice was so familiar, it hurt so bad to hear it. There was the sound of leaves being flittered. “Water, of course. You have that spritzing bottle. It'll work good. Just keep her wet, she'll do fine.”
“Maybe it's a boy.” Conan murmured, able to talk this time in the dream. The voice laughed, and he could feel a hand on his forehead, pushing up his bangs.
“Trust me.” She sounded amused. “Don't bother looking for boy names. And you should probably not keep her in bed with you, Conan. Water will get between the leaves and leak on your bed. It'll look like you wet yourself. I remember how long it took to get you to stop wetting the bed...” She laughed again.
“Mom!” Conan jerked, and he could feel the dream's spell start to unravel. Mom's hands stroked his cheek, offering love just like she always had.
“I'm so proud of you, my little Conan. You grew up so well.” Her tone was hushed, full of love. “Just hold on a little longer, honey. You won't have to be alone anymore-”
“Mom!” And as Conan's eyes opened to see the morning light moving in through his blinds, he caught, for a brief moment, the sight of his mother standing over him, that same smile of love and adoration that she'd always worn.
Conan dropped back to the bed, closing his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. God, what had he done? He couldn't take care of a child! Conan moved to an Indian sitting position, pulling the cabbage onto his lap.
“...Rene would know what to do.” He murmured, eyes closing, stroking the side of the cabbage. His perpetually tough and gruff sister would, undoubtedly, have no problem caring for a child. Then again, she wouldn't be in that sort of position. She wouldn't have tried to gain a child like this.
God, he missed her. He missed her and Draco so bad. Mignon, not so much. And Uncle Bob, Aunt Pep, and, of course, Mom. He kept stroking the cabbage, rocking back and forth. What would they do in this situation?
'You're an idiot.' He could practically hear Rene say, that slight rasp in her voice caused by the chains that were dragged across her windpipe. 'We got enough family. Is she watered enough?' Because, when it came down to it, Rene would have always backed him up.
'So, you have a cabbage kid? I bet it'll be green, like me. Obviously, it'll be a superior creature!' Draco would have taken things differently. He would've been amused as hell with the idea of Conan continuing the family legacy.
'Just like your mother.' Bob's voice would be annoyed, gruff as usual. He would've rolled his eyes and let Conan learn his own way through life, but if he needed help, he would've helped without a second thought.
“Don't worry.” Conan murmured, stroking the side of the cabbage. He scooped it up and moved into the kitchen to give it more water. “They can't be here. So I'll just have to do the best that I can.”
“I had a good teacher.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 10:32 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 4:20 pm
Birth
If Conan had learned anything in his three years of life, it was that children often chose the most inconvenient times to grow. He'd also learned that there are few things in the world creepier than hearing something skitter around your apartment around midnight.
Conan was, currently, standing on his kitchen table, baseball bat in one hand. His left foot was almost in the open cabbage, which lead him to think that the cause of the skittering was his child. Great. That filled him with hope for the future. What kind of a baby skittered, for Christ sakes?!
Maybe it was a snake. He hoped it wasn't a snake. Not that there was anything wrong with snakes, but he'd really, really rather his child not be a snake. Call it a personal preference. He still remembered what trouble that one snake child back home could cause.
Finally, the young man gathered his courage and stepped off of the table, heading towards the sound of the skittering. He flicked on the light and caught the something darting behind a chair out of the corner of his eye. He put the baseball bat down and crept towards the chair, pulling it out.
“Hey there... No reason to be scared...” He said softly, crouching down. The little creature moved slightly, cringing against the wall. “I know. It was dark, and you were scared, and I screamed like a little girl. C'mere, it's okay...”
The little one moved over, and Conan scooped it up, bringing it back into the kitchen, where he finally flipped on a light. The first thing he saw was the child's mass amount of hair. It was very beautiful, something between red and brown, soft as silk when he petted it. Then the little head looked up at him.
“Dada?” Her little mouth opened straight up and down. Part of Conan wondered exactly where the voice was coming from, since she didn't seem to have any way of forming the sylables with the way her mouth moved. Little jointed hands moved up to touch his face, caressing, loving.
A little doll, a perfect little girl...
“Why?” His girl asked, touching the tears that started to fall from his eyes. Conan kissed her hand, shaking his head. It was how fate ran, giving him a child that had the same base form as his mother. A jointed doll.
“I'm happy.” He told her, holding her tight. The girl allowed this, touching his face gently. He sat down in the chair, rocking her slightly. “What to call you....”
So much to think about, so much to learn.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 9:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:32 pm
Perfection
"Wonderful, Minny!" Conan beamed. Minerva looked up at him, her eyes wide. Daddy loved it so when she made letters. When she was done with her alphabet Conan scooped her up and held her. She was perfect to hold, she enjoyed learning- "You're absolutely perfect, Minerva."
Minerva let herself be held, closing her large eyes. Daddy liked it when she was quiet. He liked it when she did things he liked. Minerva didn't particularly like those things herself. But Daddy was what was important. Daddy knew best.
It made Minny angry inside to think these things, but just as soon as she was angry it was quelled down. Daddy wouldn't want her mad. Daddy wanted her to be his perfect little girl, quiet and prim and sweet.
Conan held her tightly and smiled, kissing her curls. "You're my world, Minerva." He murmured. "I love you."
"Love you, Daddy." Minerva replied sweetly, as she was supposed to.
"You're all I have, honey." Conan said. "You'll learn how much just saying that means to me when you get older. You're my perfect little girl."
"Maybe I don't want to." Popped up the rebellious thought. “Maybe I want to be me.”
But for now, it was all Minny could be. All she could be was what her Daddy wanted her to be.
“C'mon, sweetie. We'll take a trip to the library, all right? Get you some nice picturebooks. Won't that be nice?”
“Nice!” Minerva parroted sweetly. She climbed off of his lap and held up her hand to him. “Hold hands, Daddy?”
Conan's heart melted and he grasped her little hand. “Of course.” Everything was wonderful in his world.
Shame that not everything was perfect in her mind, however. The seeds had started to grow, and who knew exactly what they would grow into. But that wasn't important. What was important was holding Daddy's hand, and letting him pull her down the street. When it got too dirty for her, he picked her up and carried her. She was a spoiled little thing, and Daddy wouldn't let her shoes get dirty. Of course.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:15 pm
Library
Minerva perched on the chair where Daddy had left her and surveyed the library. She kicked her feet slightly, upsetting the little pink dress that Daddy had dressed her in. He was always so careful with how she dressed, treating her like the little doll she was. He'd smiled and put her down, telling her to stay there, and went off to find books.
She didn't want to 'stay there'. Even if this place smelled terribly of old books and disgusting things, she still wanted to get up and look around. After thinking for a bit, and struggling with herself, she slipped off of the chair and went exploring.
The ground floor, which she was on, was filled with large, dusty books that all looked boring. She toddled past shelves, occasionally pulling off a book. Big. Boring. No pictures. Hrmph. She left the books on the floor and kept looking around.
She didn't know why Daddy liked these things so much. They were smelly. And boring. Stupid.
A librarian on duty found the little girl wandering around the Non-Fiction section and took her hand, leading her up the stairs to an area that was bright and decorated with beanbag chairs. Smiling, she gave Minerva a few of the small books for children, filled with pictures and bright colors. Minerva settled in her beanbag chair and flipped through the books idly.
She couldn't read the words, but the colors and pictures made her happy. This one was about a caterpillar, who ate a lot of food. Caterpillars were okay, but they were kinda gross. They were like worms, but fuzzier.
Minerva looked at a few more books, though her opinion was that they were quite boring things. But Daddy liked them, so she had to like them too. She'd smile pretty and watch the books, but she'd hate them all the same.
Daddy made quite a stir downstairs when he couldn't find Minerva, but was easily calmed when he found her perching on her beanbag chair. "What're you doin', sweetie?"
Minerva peered over the book and raised a brow at him. "I's reading." She said, primly as could be. Conan sat beside her, kissed her curls.
"You're such a wonderful little girl, Minny." He said softly. Oh, he loved her so!
Minny just smiled and smiled. It was what Daddy wanted her to do.
"Let's get these books out for you." He said, scooping her and the books up. Minerva looked at them darkly, but dutifully smiled whenever Daddy looked down at her.
"Thank you!" She said cheerfully, like any good girl would. "I love you, Daddy!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 4:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 10:21 pm
Auntie...?
Pastries were one of Minerva's favorite things to eat. Since Daddy was a terrible cook, Pastry Day (worthy of those capitals) was when Daddy dressed her in her best and carried her down to the bakery. She could have a tasty thing while Daddy read a book and had hot chocolate.
Conan settled Minerva by the window and moved to the glass counter at the front to pick out Minny her sweet and to get his hot Chocolate. Minerva watched him, idly kicking her feet.
"Hey. Hey stupid." Minerva looked up to see a odd boy. He was nearly see-through! His arms were crossed over his chest, his face was puffed up. "You're in my spot, stupid girl. Stupid, ugly girl."
"You's a stupid girl." Minerva retorted. "Stupid girly hair." The boy again puffed up, pulling one hand back. Another hand, larger, gripped his wrists suddenly.
"Don't go ******** with other kids, Zach. Jaysus." The woman's voice was low and rasping, like someone who'd had one cigarette too many. She was an angel, or appeared to be one, though her manner didn't correspond with what Minerva pictured angels to be. Granted, she did have a halo. And she did have wings. But she wasn't smiling, sweet voiced, or well tempered.
"She said I have stupid girly hair!"
"You do have stupid girly hair. Stupid."
Yep. Not nice at all. This woman was pretty mean. She leaned down, looking Minerva in the eyes. "Sorry, kiddo. Zach's mine, and he's obviously mine. Didn't hurtcha, did he?"
"No." Minerva pulled back from the woman. She smelled like smoking! She pulled the boy, Zach, away from Minny. He kept shouting insults at her the entire way.
Not a nice pair at all.
Daddy returned soon enough with her pastry, and she happily nibbled while Daddy drank his hot chocolate. The mean boy kept looking at them, and eventually mentioned something else to the crabby woman. She looked up, spotted Daddy, and dragged her boy over.
"Co?" The lady knew Daddy by name? That was weird! What was even weirder came next!
"Rene?" Daddy stood, eyes wide, and looked at the girl. They just stared.
". . . What the ******** you got with you?" Rene finally broke the silence.
"Language, Rene." Daddy sighed. "And I could ask you the same thing."
"This is Zach. Zachhy's an example of why God hates me."
"I hate you too, b***h."
"I will kill you in your sleep."
Apparently, this was normal, because Daddy just laughed. He gently petted Minny's head. "This is Minerva. She's mine."
"Hi." Minny looked up at the lady. She was scary still, even if Daddy liked her.
"You're a creepy little s**t." Rene said, looking at her for a minute. "But, hey. My brat stings." She looked back up at Conan. "We're all ******** crazy, you know that?"
"I live here, if you'd like to come visit...?" Conan asked, hands sliding down over Minerva's ears. "And could you watch your language please?"
Rene ******** no."
"And to think I missed you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 2:27 pm
Growth
[Date of growth: July 27]
"Oh, Minny." Daddy smiled, picking her up and twirling her around. Minny squealed and held him tight, giggling as her dress furled out around her ankles. "Look at you! You're getting so big!"
Daddy was very happy about this. That was good! Minerva smiled and rested her head against Daddy's chest, listened to him breathe. She lived to make you happy, Daddy. That was what she was there for!
"And you're so pretty." Daddy twirled her thick hair around a finger. "I'm going to have so much trouble with you when you get older. Everyone's going to be banging at my door, trying to get you to be their girlfriend."
At the word 'Girlfriend', Minerva stuck out her tongue. Ew! "Ewww, Daddy. Boys have cooties!"
Conan laughed and gently put the girl down. Minerva smoothed out her dress as Daddy watched her with loving eyes. "You say that now." He said, kneeling down to her level. “But some day, you'll feel different.” He promised.
“Never, Daddy. I'll never leave you alone.” Minerva argued, throwing her arms around his neck. Daddy laughed and held her tight. He loved hearing her say things like that, even though they weren't true.
“Thank you, sweetie.” He reached for her hand, which Minerva gladly gave. “We'll have to go out shopping for you. Most of your clothes are too small. You're growing like a rose~” Because, of course, weed was too mean of a word to use to describe his perfect little baby girl. He scooped the girl up and started towards the stores.
Most of his money went on clothes for the little girl, but that was all right. He adored having her around. Most of her countless clothes were dressy, and the baby ones were hardly mussed. His perfect little princess didn't dare get dirty or stained. That wasn't how she would act! He still preferred to carry her, so that she wouldn't get dirty. She was a small child.
She was his perfect, beautiful little girl, sweet and beautiful in every way.
Whether she wanted to be or not.
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