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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 6:25 pm
It was well past midnight when Rook finally dragged Leviathan through the front door. They both knew the boy was not supposed to be out that late, but recently, Leviathan had decided rules didn't apply to him. If didn't want to do his homework, he wasn't going to. He was home-schooled, after all, and it wasn't like his father could give him detention and keep him after school. If he wanted to go surfing when he had chores, he was going to go surfing! And if he wanted to go out late at night and do something fun that may or may not be completely legal, by god, he was going to go out and enjoy himself.
It did not make Rook very happy, but there was very little the Nobody could do these days to curb his brother's wild romps. It was all he could do to keep up with the creature, half the time he hadn't the slightest where the heartless boy got off to. But as long as it was his duty to keep an eye on Juno's favorite project, he would. He was still in hot water over that incident that led to the stitches followed shortly by the incident that led the re-stitching the stitches and Rook had had all but enough of getting in trouble for Leviathan's misbehaviors.
Even so, both of the boys crept into the household. If they were lucky, Juno may have retired with Sable for the evening.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 7:19 pm
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Taptaptap.
Other people, parents and police and interrogators of every kind, prefered ticking clocks to accentuate whatever they were about to do. Juno had never been one for clocks; stopwatches were more his speed, and all the timepieces in the house were digital. They didn't tick. So Juno had to make do with his own tapping. But that was all right, because he had long since learned the art of making subtly intimidating drumming noises with his fingers.
He was tired of this. Tired of being lied to, tired of Rook supporting the boy's misbehaviour, and tired of Leviathan's outright obedience. If Sable wasn't going to do anything (and Juno couldn't fault him; Sable was hardly in the right mind often enough to make consistent punishments) about it, then Juno would have to, and he was going to do it now. Standing in the foyer, in the dark, next to the lightswitch, he allowed himself a moment of self-satisfaction as he heard the door open.
Click.
"Good evening, boys."
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 7:31 pm
THEY WERE GOING TO DIE.
While Rook was the proverbial deer in the headlight, simply blinking owlishly at Juno when the room lit up, Leviathan was nothing if not a survivor. Currently, surviving simply entailed not being maimed by his father. To make matters worse, Sable had retired, so he wasn't around to help make Leviathan's case (well, it sort of depended on the mood...or personality, as it were, he was in, but about half the time...okay, maybe less...but still, a chance was a chance!) and Juno was looking unhappy.
Okay, Juno looking happy was perhaps ten times more frightening than the redhead looking unhappy, but. He was looking particularly unhappy. Leviathan didn't really give it much thought; as rebellious as he'd like to think he was, the teal-haired child had not the gall to stand up against his father's reprimand. In fact, the surfer already had one hand on the door when Rook finally began to function again, latching onto the boy and hauling him off my feet.
"If I have to suffer, so do you!" Rook hissed as Leviathan yelped, "Whatever you think I did, Rook did it! I swear, I'm just like, the innocent casualty here!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 7:45 pm
"Rook, you're dismissed."
Juno bore the Nobody no ill will; it wasn't anything Rook could control. He was barely more than a tool at times like these; following Leviathan the way a pet would. Pet, guardian, tool...the Nobody wasn't the one responsible for this mess. Not at all.
The other one was.
"Leviathan." And Juno's frown turned positively stormy as he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, gripping hard enough to dispel any possible doubt that he meant business. There would be no running away at this point; just because Juno was disinclined to be physical didn't mean he couldn't best a child in an altercation. Leviathan was going nowhere.
"You, on the other hand," and he gave Leviathan a look that could have cut glass. "You and I are going to have a talk."
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 8:19 pm
Leviathan's jaw dropped and Rook -that b*****d- had the nerve to look positively gleeful, that awkward smile hanging off his lips as he dipped his head to Juno. Without a word, the ashen Nobody vanished in his trademark puff of smoke, no doubt taking refuge in his room and under his covers. Leviathan, on the other hand. Oh, the heartless child was not so fortunate. Captured as he was, he did not possess any of Rook's innate abilities to change his location at will.
"Now, look. Juno. Dad." Leviathan wrinkled his nose, testing the grip his father had on his shoulder. (The grip was telling him was about to die. There was definitely death in his near future.) He carded fingers through his teal hair and wriggled again. "Look. Whatever it is you are planning to do to me, I have one thing to say: DON'T DO IT."
And perhaps, perhaps Leviathan was being completely irrational. In his defense, Juno was looking him with the most alarming smile the boy had seen in damn near ages; in his opinion, he had every right to fear the impending 'conversation'. It was unlikely, if not impossible, he was not about to have his a** kicked (verbally, that was though he had no doubt Juno could lay down the law if push came to shove). His only hope was to get out of this. "You know, I think Sable wants you. I can hear him. You should go see what he, like, you know. Wants."
Perhaps the lamest excuse ever. Leviathan's small, childish brain tended to turn off right when he needed it the most.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 10:50 pm
"Sable will wait." Juno ignored the rest of whatever Leviathan was saying. "If," and he placed a simultaneously delicate and forceful emphasis on the word, "he needs me, he will come get me. Until then, I think it's long past time we spoke." And that was an understatement. "Come into the den," he said, not a request. He walked, he didn't relinquish his grip, things would get extremely unpleasant for Leviathan if he didn't follow. Juno didn't move quickly; he walked at a leisurely pace so that the boy could keep up easily. No point in causing undue pain.
"I would like you to sit down, and do not try to move anywhere else," he said when he was in the den, fixing Leviathan with that cold, sharp expression again. This was serious. There was no time in Juno's schedule to be playing around. He could be in bed right now, or at least reading or in the laboratory. But instead, he was going to play a game of what he was already beginning to think of as good-cop, bad-cop. Except there was one crucial detail out-of-place.
Juno was the bad cop, and the good cop was nowhere to be found.
"We'll start small, why don't we," he said flatly. "Where were you?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 7:03 pm
Leviathan swallowed nervously, wishing fiercely that Rook had not thrown him to the wolves. Or the wolf. There was just one of Juno (and that was more than the world could ever need), and nevertheless, the teal-haired child found himself scared out of his mind. Boy genius or not, his father could cut an incredibly imposing figure despite all lack of muscle and size. Leviathan knew exactly what he was capable of (and even then, not entirely), and that was more than enough.
"Bite me."
Or was it?
Something inside the boy reared it's ugly head and Leviathan's mismatched eyes flashed. Barring his teeth in the beginnings of a snarl, he wrinkled his nose and tried to jerk his wrist away from his father. "You don't own me," he tried, pleading for his life having failed him earlier. "I get to do what I want and I don't have to report in, okay? I'm a big boy, dad."
Seriously.
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