Edmondia: Nemichan~ <3
EnsTren: why are you so happi?
Edmondia: have dinner~
Edmondia: it's sushi~
Edmondia: how are you? n_n
EnsTren: but not like a maggot
EnsTren: am happi ish
EnsTren: but miss kes cause she's good to rp with
Edmondia: aww *huggle*
Edmondia: you have me! n_n
EnsTren: *hugs ed, loves ed*
Edmondia: hee! *hugglelove*
EnsTren: *goes to make a shake*
Edmondia: yay shake!
Edmondia: what kind?
EnsTren: keto milkshake, chocolate
EnsTren: the e in keto should have a line over it
EnsTren: it's soy based and reasonably yummy, but not
EnsTren: *chews on puck*
EnsTren: chibis make good bubblegum!
EnsTren: *pokes The Three*
Edmondia: chibi or no?
EnsTren: wondering what they will make of the new
chibi that puck giggled at to make
EnsTren: so wondering
EnsTren: cause they didn't like puck I don't think
Edmondia: no, they didn't
Edmondia: I agree
EnsTren: so what about the new, slightly touched, quite
Edmondia: very very not happy
EnsTren: who is for all intents and purposes, puck's?
Edmondia: VERY not happy
Edmondia: all 'rar keel eet'
EnsTren: does he throw them into the fountain
Edmondia: the chibi?
Edmondia: no, he's too little
Edmondia: at the moment he's basically in the mewling baby
stage of development
EnsTren: I ment at the stage that puck was during the
Edmondia: but remember, he was in his nineties at that time
Edmondia: sproglet is like a day old
Edmondia: so he doesn't really have a personality yet
Edmondia: basically sits there and wriggles and coos
Edmondia: puck's not much better
Edmondia: he's either cooing at it or sound asleep
Edmondia: exhaustion too
Edmondia: cuddled up in Owen's bed all quiet for the most
Edmondia: Xanatos has done a bit of head-scratching and
come up with 'paternity leave'
Edmondia: *drops monster reborn on ye*
EnsTren: *wakes up*
Edmondia: *grin* Paternity leave~
EnsTren: *rageki's my own ass
Edmondia: movie starts on friday. you going?
Edmondia: I am, with my nephew. We plan on snarking our
way through it.
Edmondia: I of course adding comments like 'woo shake it
Edmondia: big-screen hipthrusty!
Edmondia: a very very sleepy puck has just wandered out
into the hallway and politely asked elisa where his daddy is
EnsTren: and can he have some uncooked cookie
EnsTren: soy based, please
Edmondia: he's got the kid in his arms, too
Edmondia: it's fast asleep
Edmondia: Elisa appears to be gaping at him
Edmondia: sleeeeeepy boi
Edmondia: "...daddy's not here?"
EnsTren: *dies of curwe*
EnsTren: cute ever
Edmondia: Aaaaaaaand he's off.
Edmondia: Swaying towards the kitchens in search of cookie
dough, then to the largest mirror.
Edmondia: ...he snatched a huge thing of cookie dough from
under broadway's nose
Edmondia: and has it tucked in one hand and the kid
snoozing on his other shoulder
Edmondia: and is now wandering the castle in search of a big
Edmondia: and garnering very many odd looks from the
EnsTren: I am seeing him whining at a mirror
Edmondia: actually, he's planning on knocking on it, then
plunking down and waiting for someone on Avalon to answer
EnsTren: is it known he has a baby?
Edmondia: not up to this moment
Edmondia: then whoever answers it gets a jaw drop and an
Edmondia: and Puck blinking mildly and eating more cookie
EnsTren: "I want my daddy," he frowned slightly, eyes
sleepy and brow furrowing, "Now."
Edmondia: (who should answer?)
EnsTren: (random poor avalonite?)
Edmondia: (which one?)
EnsTren: (nameless one?)
Edmondia: (she'll have difficulty passing along the message,
EnsTren: (she can't gossip either)
Edmondia: (so who?)
Edmondia: A blink from the other side of the mirror. "Um...
EnsTren: "Yes! I want my daddy now, and mommy.
EnsTren: He yawned, "Go get daddy," he rubbed his
eyes with the back of his hand. "And give me some
Edmondia: "Um. Okay..." Coyote trailed off, eying him very
oddly. "Um, is that a kid?"
EnsTren: "Yes, dummy"
Edmondia: "...ooooooooookay. Um, gimme a sec..." And he
wandered away from the mirror, headed for the private chambers
of the king and queen.
Edmondia: He knocked softly at first, then more and more
loudly and frantically. His head was starting to hurt. Since
when did Puck have a father? Or a kid?
EnsTren: Who'd he knock up?
Edmondia: A human?
EnsTren: but it hasn't been nine months yet
Edmondia: Maybe it had happened before the Gathering?
EnsTren: But why now?
EnsTren: And, why was it leaching off of Puck? That
was the only explination for him being tired
Edmondia: Would a halfling need that kind of support?
Edmondia: He knocked harder. "My lord, my lady?" Please
come out and un-confuse me.
EnsTren: Inside Titania was giving her husband an 'I
told you so look,' and finished off her bite of chocolate
doughnut and ansered the door, with a hovering Oberon
Edmondia: "Um... hi!" Coyote squeaked upon seeing the
looming king. "Um, er, ah...
EnsTren: "I told you so, husband. Come, let us see
Edmondia: Coyote blinked. And blinked. "Azwedugah?" he
EnsTren: Titania patted him on the head and the royals
Edmondia: He flopped to the ground and stared blankly after
EnsTren: Maybe she was refering to the little kid as
being Oberon's son?
Edmondia: No, that didn't make sense, Oberon hadn't had any
kids since Merlin.
EnsTren: Maybe from before the gathering and he
didn't realize it?
EnsTren: No, that wouldn't explain puck asking for his
Edmondia: And Puck was... really fucking old.
EnsTren: Even though he was really fucking short.
Edmondia: So if Puck was asking for his daddy and Oberon
was going to see his son...
EnsTren: ...Puck was the prince?
Edmondia: ...holy crap.
Edmondia: No wonder the Three hated his guts, he
EnsTren: He never flaunted it though
Edmondia: Never even so much as mentioned it.
EnsTren: ...He acted like a servant, hob nobed and
rubbed elbows with the rest of us.
Edmondia: He played with us.
EnsTren: took care of us.
EnsTren: Taught us.
Edmondia: Because he was the prince, or because...?
EnsTren: He was never treated like a prince.
Edmondia: Oberon had always taken special care of him...
EnsTren: He was the Puck though, the BEST trickster.
His Senchal, his Herald.
Edmondia: ...his son.
EnsTren: Oh fuck.
EnsTren: He needed a hiding place, because what if
Puck told his daddy that he colored in his books when
he was younger? Or ruined his cloaths or...Shut up
EnsTren: He didn't tell before, he won't tell now, you
don't have to worry about your hide--besides, Puck got
his own vengance.
Edmondia: He'd been a kangaroo for a week.
Edmondia: ...but still, scary!
Edmondia: Well Puck was always scary sort of, but...
EnsTren: Oberon was scaierer.
EnsTren: Everybody was really lucky that Puck hadn't
told on anyone.
Edmondia: ...was that why he hadn't?
EnsTren: He really was a good guy.
Edmondia: Just... kind of scary if you annoyed him.
EnsTren: But he didn't perminately damnage you.
Humiliate you so you couldn't live it down for a
millenium, but you kept your head
Edmondia: ...could he take them? Legally, wouldn't that be
allowed to him?
EnsTren: It made him pensive, to think of that. But it
was something that needed thinking upon.
Edmondia: What did it mean, really?
EnsTren: (royals can kill fey? explain please)
Edmondia: (stands to reason, doesn't it? immortal criminals?)
EnsTren: (on a whim though?)
EnsTren: (and I don't think the three can)
Edmondia: (agreed, I think they need to be in a stated
position to do so)
Edmondia: (Oberon changed it to 'within reason' which
depends entirely on the choice of the ruler)
Edmondia: (currently there are three royal positions: king,
queen, and heir)
Edmondia: (does that make sense?)
Edmondia: He'd been intentionally hiding his position, then?
Edmondia: Anyone else would have flaunted it! The Three
were especially arrogant about their roles, and they were just
the king's daughters.
EnsTren: But if they didn't no one would realize it.
They didn't feel like Oberon, or Titania. They didn't
have the spark like they did, like Puck did.
Edmondia: ...how could he have not realized that before?!
EnsTren: He was...really old, and there were a few
others who were really old who felt like the royals, they
were from before the war though.
Edmondia: ...was he that old?
EnsTren: It made him dizzy.
Edmondia: He blinked hard a few times, trying to settle
himself. He'd thought... he'd thought that he'd known Puck as
well as anyone was capable, all the tricksters had been taken
care of by him, but now...
EnsTren: He knew nothing.
EnsTren: ...Wait, he knew more than the other
tricksters. He could make a profit off of this somehow.
EnsTren: Or at least have a new tidbit of gossip.
Edmondia: ...ooh, the fights this would cause! As if the girls
didn't fight over Puck already!
EnsTren: He was the heir now, or was. he needed to
dig out some old volumes in the library and check. And
what about this eternal exile bussiness?
Edmondia: It didn't make very much sense to exile your heir -
but then again, it didn't make very much sense for the heir not
to return home.
EnsTren: But then Oberon didn't think very well when
Edmondia: ...thank Avalon that Puck hadn't inherited his
EnsTren: ...He'd make a good king!
Edmondia: ...what a weird thought that was.
Edmondia: He'd have to check the library, he was getting odd
EnsTren: Trickster kingdom!
Edmondia: Fun, but odd.
EnsTren: ...He should avoid the three, they didn't like
tricksters, and if they knew that he knew what Puck
Edmondia: It would be much worse than merely being stuck
as a kangaroo for a while.
EnsTren: The Three wouldn't make good Queens.
Edmondia: They would be scary. And not like Oberon scary,
because Oberon scary meant that people behaved.
EnsTren: This scary emnt people running away from
Edmondia: Good thing Puck was the heir.
EnsTren: But he was exiled!
Edmondia: ...good thing Oberon was in excellent health, and
the queen as well.
EnsTren: Would the exile be defunt if Oberon died?
Edmondia: He sure hoped so.
EnsTren: Would make things much simpler.
Edmondia: Plus he'd be in good with the new king.
EnsTren: First, find out if he was still the heir
EnsTren: Secondd, get drunk, either in sadness that he
wasn't or in celebration, toasting to the Trickster
kingdom to come
Edmondia: Good plan! He headed off to the library to get
EnsTren: The faster he gets drunk, the better!
Edmondia: (aaaaaaaand back to our hero?)
EnsTren: "Daddy I'm sleepy and seethough."
EnsTren: "And Coyote didn't give me cake."
Edmondia: Oberon smiled fondly and knelt beside him,
pressing a kiss to his hair. "You startled him, little one."
EnsTren: A wide sort of melted smile spread across
Puck's face, soft and tired and content. "Can I have
cake now? I finished the cookie dough."
Edmondia: Titania knelt at his other side and laid a kiss on his
hair as well. "Here you are, little trickster," she murmured,
offering a plate of cake to him. "Would you like me to take the
EnsTren: He took the plate and shook his head and
hugged the babe a bit closer to him, very attached and
defensive. "nnah, I'm okay."
EnsTren: He shifted around and ate the cake, getting
some of his color back as he did so and no long quite as
sparkely green see though.
Edmondia: They settled down beside him, Oberon absently
petting his hair as he watched him closely. "You'll need to eat
more than that, little one..."
Edmondia: "The child is depleting your energy reserves very
quickly," Titania continued, "And you're still drained from
EnsTren: "I'm sleeping too much to eat all the time."
Edmondia: "You'll exhaust both of you at this rate," she
sighed, frowning thoughtfully. "We'll give you a boost, that
should help for at least a short while."
EnsTren: "I want more cake."
EnsTren: He yawned again, and looked fainter than he
did a second ago
EnsTren: And oberon was painfully aware that Robin
could no longer draw on Avalon's energy.
Edmondia: Titania gave him another large slice of cake,
sharing a worried glance with her husband.
EnsTren: Puck gobbled it up and licked his fingers.
EnsTren: He looked like he was about to fall asleep
now that he had enough energy to contomplate sleeping.
EnsTren: "Good night, daddy, mommy."
EnsTren: He fell sideways and started snoozing against
Edmondia: Titania giggled. "He hasn't done that for
EnsTren: Oberon snorted and picked him up. It was
comical, as Puck fit in his arms as perfectly as the baby
fit into Puck's
Edmondia: She leaned over to peer at the baby, smiling
inwardly as she took in its delicate appearance - and the mop of
messy white hair on his head.
EnsTren: He looked a bit like Puck did at that age, but
hair far more wild and just a bit curly.
Edmondia: She let her smile turn outward. "Well, my lord..."
EnsTren: Oberon looked at his lady wife.
Edmondia: "Your grandson is very cute."
EnsTren: "Thank you my lady."
Edmondia: She smiled and took his arm, careful not to
dislodge Puck. "You will of course give him a boost of your
magic, my lord."
EnsTren: "Certainly, My lady wife." And He looked
down at his sun and carefully pushed. He didn't want to
burn him after all.
Edmondia: Puck murmured something incoherently and
snuggled up against him.
EnsTren: It was so cute! Oberon had to fight the urge
to coo over him.
Edmondia: Titania didn't bother to fight it, and kissed his
EnsTren: It wrinkled and wiggled and was adorable
Edmondia: "Do you think he'll let me hold the baby?" she
inquired, a hint of longing in her eyes.
EnsTren: "We do not know, my wife." He sighed and
pulled him a bit closer to his chest, "He seems defence
and protective. He may be afraid you will take the child
Edmondia: She arched a wry eyebrow at him. "I wonder
where he gets that from," she said flatly, "As his father certainly
never did anything of the sort when anyone else dared to have
the temerity to ask to hold him. And he certainly didn't throw
anyone through a window over the matter."
EnsTren: Fey Kings did not blush, which was the only
reason why Oberon wasn't turning mildly purple.
Edmondia: She smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and patted him
on the head. "I heard he landed in the volcano."
EnsTren: Oberon smiled widely
Edmondia: "Bastard," she said affectionately, and kissed his
EnsTren: "Heh, you married me, my wife. Perhaps you
should contact home and the kitchens for food for
Edmondia: "Very well," she sighed airily, "I shall return once
I remember what he likes to eat." And she was gone.
EnsTren: He called out, "He liked meat pies!"
Edmondia: "With or without the insides still moving?"
EnsTren: "Without. We, however, do not belive that he
favours mud pies with worms any longer."
Edmondia: Her laughter was still sweeter than honey.
EnsTren: He smiled like he did the first time he saw her,
like he did when she said she would marry him again.
EnsTren: He loved her.
Edmondia: Such a simple thing, he was almost surprised how
few truly understood it.
EnsTren: He took his baby and his baby to his baby's
bedroom and held them both.
Edmondia: So tiny, they were.
EnsTren: He touched their faces lightly
Edmondia: Two perfect little noses scrunched adorably.
EnsTren: So cute!
Edmondia: How his mother could make something so darling
was completely beyond him.
EnsTren: he hugged them both
Edmondia: His little baby now had a baby of his very own.
EnsTren: And no one to help him really.
Edmondia: He had no wife, no siblings to help shoulder the
burden - the Three would likely kill it as soon as they realized
whose child it was.
EnsTren: And that the child had Mab's wild touch upon
it though his son's laughter.
Edmondia: He couldn't begrudge that bit of madness - in
truth, it was his most powerful Gift, and under such stress he
couldn't help but use it.
EnsTren: And perhaps was the only reason why he
managed to finish the child.
Edmondia: Anyone else would have been dead at the finish.
EnsTren: His child was just dead exhausted.
Edmondia: It was unhealthy for both him and the child to be
away from Avalon like this.
EnsTren: He slept all the time. And when he did not he
was eating or trying to get food.
Edmondia: He'd have to inform Puck's pet mortals about
keeping him fed - he wasn't about to lose his son and new
grandchild to death by overexertion.
EnsTren: And he couldn't dump power into him without
risking harming him.
Edmondia: He sighed a little, idly stroking his fingers through
his son's hair. "You always have to cause trouble, don't you
little one?" he murmured affectionately.
EnsTren: It was his job, after a fashion.
Edmondia: It certainly made life more intresting.
EnsTren: He rubbed his cheek against his hair.
Edmondia: Puck actually cooed.
EnsTren: It made him smile.
Edmondia: Darling little thing, when he wasn't being a brat or
EnsTren: He was really sweet when he was asleep
Edmondia: It reminded him of other times - no happier, but
when his baby had been small and slept in his arms.
EnsTren: He was Glad Robin had found the unfinished
child. It gave him an excuse to come and hold him while
he slept again--something he thought would never again
Edmondia: He'd certainly never expected to ever be called
EnsTren: He liked it. He found he had missed it
Edmondia: 'Daddy' had been when he was very very small,
just barely learning to walk and fly, still so reliant on his father
that he never left his side. The war had changed it to 'papa' and
that made a distressing amount of sense, when he bothered to
think on it.
EnsTren: (how did it?)
EnsTren: (trhe sence)
EnsTren: (explain *whines and waves arms around
Edmondia: (he got older, more mature, and by necessity
spent less time with him)
Edmondia: (got a little more independant, though still reliant
for safety on his dad)
EnsTren: And then he called him "My lord."
Edmondia: It had been a wise decision on his part, even so
EnsTren: It hurt, though.
Edmondia: But better to protect him in those early years, than
to risk anyone knowing his bloodline.
EnsTren: He was Daddy again.
Edmondia: Odd, but sweet. His baby was grown now.
EnsTren: With his own baby.
Edmondia: How odd that was. No one had ever expected the
Puck to wed or be tied down with a child.
EnsTren: He tied him down
Edmondia: It had been cruel of him, it still was, but here he
was, his sin put aside for... what?
EnsTren: He didn't know, he wasn't sure if he wanted
Edmondia: His little boy had always been a perplexing
EnsTren: Wicked like a knife and soft like a pillow.
EnsTren: Sweet as the sun and as cruel as shadow
Edmondia: ...and snoring very softly.
EnsTren: Which was adorable, so he tweaked his nose
Edmondia: He mumbled and wriggled a little.
EnsTren: Oberon smiled down at his baby boy.
Edmondia: His baby boy who was all grown up now.
EnsTren: But still short.
Edmondia: He really had no idea why.
EnsTren: Mother liked being short
Edmondia: A disturbing thought, that his baby was anything
EnsTren: Puck was...nice.
Edmondia: Not always sweet, but considerate and playful.
EnsTren: Kind heartedm while wicked.
Edmondia: Angel face and a devil's smile.
EnsTren: And a trickster's heart
Edmondia: His perfect little baby.
EnsTren: He must becareful not to squishhim
Edmondia: Well, he was a bit too big to squish nowadays,
but his new grandson was a different matter.
EnsTren: So he still had to be careful.
Edmondia: The child was very, very, very young - younger
even than Puck when Mab had given him to him.
EnsTren: He couldn't be taken away from Puck.
Edmondia: And it would be a long while before Puck
managed to stay conscious for any reasonable length of time.
EnsTren: Which was all well and good because he got
to hold his baby again.
Edmondia: He was ridiculously adorable when he slept.
EnsTren: Both of them were actually.
Edmondia: ...hm, he'd never had a grandson before.
EnsTren: This was good!
Edmondia: How did the mortals put it? 'Spoil them all day
and then send them home to their parents?'
EnsTren: Course he was the parent.
EnsTren: And the baby...well he didn't think Puck
would let him near the babe for a long while.
Edmondia: Aside from moments like this, of course.
EnsTren: The child never left his arms
Edmondia: It would be... good for him, he thought, to have a
child of his own to care for. Alexander was well and good, but
the child was mostly human, with parents of his own.
EnsTren: And...this was a perfect excuse to tweak his
Edmondia: He hugged his baby tight, careful not to squish
EnsTren: His baby would be happy and maybe like him
again. Well he liked him already, but he was tired and
not thinking right.
Edmondia: He stroked his hair gently, smiling indulgently.
EnsTren: He hadn't talked to his baby while he was
wide awake since the incident.
Edmondia: He would have to rectify that, once the child woke
EnsTren: Really woke up and not just teetered around
like a toddler looking for food and eating it
Edmondia: Very like a toddler. Poor Coyote had probably
died of the shock by now.
EnsTren: He laughted, and not kindly.
Edmondia: No doubt the rumor mill was by now in full swing.