Edmondia: hallo~ <3
Edmondia: ...............Ian Thorpe. *_*
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EnsTren: apostrohy was at the end of the link
Edmondia: does the second link work?
EnsTren: no it didn't
EnsTren: but there was an apostrohy at the end
EnsTren: you copied and pasted the first one
EnsTren: he id very sexy
EnsTren: I want to peel the latex off him
Edmondia: yes he is. :-9
EnsTren: nemichan likes puck
EnsTren: poor coyote
Edmondia: hee, yes
EnsTren: he's the only one around for puck to sniffle
EnsTren: "They're going to take my baby away and I'm
never going to see home or mommy and daddy again!"
Edmondia: "Er." A frantic look around. "Would you likea
EnsTren: The Puck clutched the child to his chest and
EnsTren: "I'm never going to see him again," he
mourned as he looked down.
Edmondia: "I'm sure that's not true," he said soothingly, if
awkwardly. "They'll certainly bring him to visit."
EnsTren: "They wouldn't! I bet they're going to make
him the new heir and put him in my place and..." his
Edmondia: "I'm sure they will, they'll bring him to visit when
they come to see Alexander. I'm sure he's too little to be a
replacement. I'm sure Oberon doesn't new a new heir."
EnsTren: "HE KICKD ME OUT ETERNALLY!"
Edmondia: Coyote did the sane thing and dived behind the
EnsTren: Fortunetly though the Puck could barely
manage a spark because he was soo crosseyed tired.
EnsTren: "And they suck as parents too, look how I
turned out. They're going to raise him and daddy's going
to turn him into a servant and I won't even be the puck
Edmondia: "I'm sure that's not true," Coyote said from his
position in his 'safe place.' Just because Puck was exhausted
didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. "They've gotten much better
by now, look at how nicely Fox turned out."
EnsTren: "Betcha Fox had nannies. And she had one
mortal parent and Mommy."
Edmondia: "And daddy's gotten much better, hasn't he? He
let you keep the baby and has been helping you keep your
energy up, right?"
EnsTren: "He can't take the baby yet and I'd die or go
into a coma if he wasn't! I can't exactly suffer though the
span hundred or so year span of my punishment if I'm
Edmondia: Coyote did the sensible thing and dived under the
couch. "...maybe you should talk about it?" he offered meekly.
EnsTren: "IT WAS A FUCKING DECREE!"
Edmondia: Coyote gave a little scream of terror and fled.
EnsTren: Puck gave a small wail and collapsed onto the
couch and held his baby despretely.
EnsTren: But the Puck never cried--no matter what.
Edmondia: No matter how much he wished he could.
EnsTren: He screamed, he wailed--and at his worst he
laughed, but never tears.
Edmondia: Never ever tears.
EnsTren: So he shifted his little child and covered his
ears and laughed his mourning to the painted sky.
Edmondia: Coyote ran to Titania.
EnsTren: It was a horrible laugh, griving despite what it
was, mouring like dead wind through a dead tree. And
EnsTren: (*shakes fist at Goo Goo Dolls* Iris, damn
Iris fits this too damn well)
Edmondia: (...ack, you're so right)
Edmondia: Titania ran to Oberon.
EnsTren: The baby cried for him.
Edmondia: It hadn't even truly opened its eyes yet and it was
EnsTren: It was also laughing--just like its father.
Edmondia: Softer, weaker, but still laughing.
EnsTren: He held the child close, and laughed.
Edmondia: And Oberon ran to his baby.
EnsTren: And Titania ran after him.
Edmondia: They both winced when they found him.
EnsTren: Laughing and laughing, and it was the most
horrible laugh they had ever heard from him. Not the
malicious hateful joy that sunk atlantis. Not the vindictive
laughter used as a weapon.
EnsTren: This joyless laugh.
Edmondia: Slowly, they went over to him, and slowly, they
sat with him.
EnsTren: And he hunched in his shoulders and reflexivly
clutched his babby to him, keeping the child close and
hiding him partially from their view.
Edmondia: Little one?
EnsTren: One tearless sob after another and he leaned
foreward ever so slightly, and the laughter continued,
Edmondia: Come here, baby, they invited quietly, Come here.
EnsTren: He shook his head and trembled, scooting
forward on the couch away from them
Edmondia: Baby, we're not going to take away your little
one. Not unless you want us to.
EnsTren: He didn't belive them, how could he he? And
he couldn't stop laughing
Edmondia: Little one, listen, Oberon said softly, No one is
going to take your child from you.
Edmondia: Because he's yours, baby, he's your child.
Nobody else can take better care of him than you can. Do you
EnsTren: Snrk hahaha...So the sins of the father
must be repayed by the son?
Edmondia: No, little one. He might be happier with you than
he would be on Avalon.
EnsTren: So you bar and damn him from his birth
right as you have done me? *giggles, stranged and
cracked giggles* You would bind him, I know you
would for how could you let a fey of full blood and
Her touch run away free?
Edmondia: A soft touch to his hair. I let his father free.
EnsTren: The Puck stopped laughing and swung around
on Oberon, one arm out streached and fist clenched.
EnsTren: FREE?! His voice was mentally shrill and he
sounded too much like Mother as he backed away from
them. Free to die you mean! Free to grow old and
DIE and rot in the earth!
EnsTren: And he ran from them, laughing, laughing.
EnsTren: The child only cried.
Edmondia: You didn't listen, pretty demon, Oberon called
softly after him. Your bonds are broken, you're free now. Bring
your baby Home sometime, the tricksters will be glad to see
EnsTren: Laughter and tears played off each other and
drowned out his voice, all their voices because there was
no room inside of the Puck now for anything but grief.
Edmondia: He'll fall asleep soon, Titania said softly. When
he wakes, he'll realize your gift, my husband.
EnsTren: ...Why do I feel as if he won't apreciate it,
my lady wife?
Edmondia: ...because he probably won't. But I know what it
was for you - and he'll come back to you someday.
Edmondia: He may not admit it, but he misses Home and his
EnsTren: The Puck has his Pride though.
Edmondia: He has eternity to consider his return. And,
perhaps... someday he may let us see our grandson.
EnsTren: ...It seems to me, my wife, that maturity
comes quickly once it is already possessed.
Edmondia: Hm. She smiled and took his arm. We may be
lucky - he may yet forgive us.
EnsTren: ...We shall need a great deal of luck for
that to happen, I think. And then the lord of avalon
sighed deeply. We do not look forward to the
explination that will be demanded as to why a decree
has been lifted.
Edmondia: I quote, "My decrees are mine to interpret."
EnsTren: We did say that... an amused smile and he
kissed her hand. Robin never left that only to me,
however, he was most inventive in manuvering
around them. But this is not a reinturpetation, I
lifted the ban.
Edmondia: Politics, my love?
Edmondia: It is good that he has an heir now.
Edmondia: ...perhaps we should find him a wife?
EnsTren: ...He'd run up to Us and laugh into Our ear
and sound as Mother if we sugested it. No Thank
You, my Wife.
Edmondia: She giggled. He will be a good father. And we
will have to spoil the child.
EnsTren: When he lets us see him.
Edmondia: He will eventually, and the child will stay small
for at least the next century, if he grows anything like his
EnsTren: ...I say...Do you think he'll take after his
EnsTren: A strange, happy, foreward looking smile.
Edmondia: She laughed. If he takes after his father, he'll most
certainly take after you.
EnsTren: I shall ask the Three eventually, I
think--just to twit them.
Edmondia: Heh. He certainly has the family hair.
EnsTren: Oh yes.
Edmondia: And eyes, of course.
EnsTren: Her husband smiled.
Edmondia: I think he'll let us see him sometime. And I think
we'll get to spoil him rotten - and we won't have to be the ones
to discipline him.
EnsTren: I do like that setup.
Edmondia: Eventually he'll understand, my love.
EnsTren: You speak the Truth, my love.
Edmondia: She hugged him.
EnsTren: (I have a kitty on me)
Edmondia: (I have kitties sleeping around me)
EnsTren: (my kitty is ontop of my brests and laying
EnsTren: (I slouch)
EnsTren: (is hard to see keybored when she does that)
Edmondia: (I <3 kitties)
EnsTren: (yay kitties)
Edmondia: (and what is prettyboi gonna think of this?)
EnsTren: (puck or the baby when he's older?)
EnsTren: (suspicious, thinks it's pitty, angry)
EnsTren: (but no longer dispareing his pretty little head
Edmondia: (I imagine he'd get pretty ticked)
Edmondia: (poor Coyote)
Edmondia: (he's gonna do a lot of eeping and hiding)
EnsTren: (Am seeing Puck actually going to avalong,
just...hovering above the water just off of the islan)
EnsTren: (catching his breath so to speak)
EnsTren: (and then leaving uber quick)
EnsTren: (poor obie and tania though "Whee! he's
back! let's go find him" ... "He's gone!")
Edmondia: (and the angst)
Edmondia: (Obie sulking)
EnsTren: (he thought he was coming back)
Edmondia: (plus no chance to see the chibi)
EnsTren: (sulky obie)
Edmondia: (Tania cuddling heem)
EnsTren: (and everyone else goign WTF? I felt The
Edmondia: (I caught a kitten)
Edmondia: (yes, the Three throwing a hissy fit)
EnsTren: (heee, and demanding an explination)
Edmondia: (heh, yes)
Edmondia: (the 'I like him better' excuse)
EnsTren: (so not telling about the baby?)
Edmondia: (and let the Three try and kill it?)
Edmondia: (definitely not telling about the baby)
EnsTren: ("We can throw you clear to the States and
kick you thrice as far. But that does not me We Trust
Edmondia: ("But my lord...!")
EnsTren: ("Remove yourselves from Our Pressances
lest We remove you.")
Edmondia: (They went. Unhappily and noisily, but they
EnsTren: (Letsee...Banshee gagged, The Three Gone.
Ah, peace and quiet.)
EnsTren: (Except for the cheering.)
Edmondia: (And giggling and whooping from the tricksters.)
EnsTren: (Pleasent noises then)
Edmondia: (And then a babble of questions.)
EnsTren: (He hadn't had this much fun with his court
since the last time Puck caused a rukkus)
Edmondia: (And this was his fault again.)
EnsTren: (He missed him more)
Edmondia: But he had come home, if only for a moment.
EnsTren: Perhaps to see if Oberon had spoken the
truth--or more likely to take in Avalon's ambiant magic
so Oberon and Titania would not need to visit again.
Edmondia: Great, now he was depressed.
EnsTren: His wife patted his hand
Edmondia: He sighed.
EnsTren: Just because you don't have to visit me
doesn't mean you can't. But give him a little time my
Edmondia: Why do they have to grow up?
EnsTren: Because it is the way of things
Edmondia: ...unfortunately, he grumbled, and laced their
fingers together. Though I'd appreciate it if the Three were to
catch a bit of maturity.
EnsTren: They do...About a third or two thirds of the
EnsTren: They are jealous, husband
EnsTren: He is your heir.
EnsTren: They belive themselves to be better, for
they were born of our joining husband.
Edmondia: He is still the oldest.
Edmondia: They will not be ready for anything of the sort
until they realize why I have chosen him.
Edmondia: And even if they did, they have not yet proven
themselves equal to the task.
EnsTren: You are correct my husband. I know it,
you know it, but they do not.
EnsTren: And our children, though some may not see
why Puck is your heir see that he is a better choice
Edmondia: He gave her a sideways smirk. Anyone who
cannot see why is obviously lacking in eyesight.
EnsTren: Or not seen what they must.
Edmondia: He plays the carefree fool well, of course.
EnsTren: And plays them all for fools
Edmondia: Of course. Only the tricksters truly know what he
is capable of - and even then he hides from him.
EnsTren: Tricksters have always been the best and
worst of our servants.
Edmondia: Of course. They take after me.
EnsTren: It is easy to forget, My lady wife, that you
have no little bit of Trickster in you as well
Edmondia: She smiled slyly. Is it?
EnsTren: Only sometimes.
Edmondia: She chuckled. And if he does decide to return...?
EnsTren: I will welcome him home.
Edmondia: You seem to have gotten over your resentment, my
EnsTren: And then punch him in repayment for the
strike had given me.
Edmondia: He'll bite you.
EnsTren: I am most endured to being bitten by him.
EnsTren: So long as he doesn't give me anymore split
Edmondia: I'm fairly certain he's gotten over that phase, my
EnsTren: Yet not over bitting Us.
Edmondia: I remind you he has fangs. Which he got from
you. It would be foolish not to use a weapon when one is born
Edmondia: Besides, he's much smaller than you.
Edmondia: How else is he supposed to cause any damage?
EnsTren: (whheee, ADD distraction!)
EnsTren: As I said, he replyed with pomp, I am
endured to his fangs--so long as they do not stray to
Edmondia: Of course, my love. She frowned for a moment. He
hasn't yet named the child...
Edmondia: Though it hasn't yet made any sound other than
EnsTren: It laughed.
EnsTren: It laughed just like he did.
Edmondia: ...not an auspicious start.
EnsTren: (nemichan keeps forgetting if auspicious is a
good or bad thing)
Edmondia: (auspicious is good)
EnsTren: Breifly the thought of taking the child away
flittered though his head but was quickly dismissed, he
already told him that they wouldn't. And he did not wish
his baby dead of grief or madness.
Edmondia: He just wished he were sure that his baby was
ready to be a father.
EnsTren: Perhaps it is a good start for a trickster?
He offered faintly, looking for something positive
Edmondia: She squeezed his hand. Perhaps...
EnsTren: Then We may hope. And he squeased back
while looking at her
Edmondia: She smiled. We may.
Edmondia: He taught the tricksters well, after all.
EnsTren: None of them had Her touch or his laugh.
Edmondia: ...we raised him well.
EnsTren: A very good point.
Edmondia: And... if he lets us, I think, he'll let us help him.
EnsTren: Will he though? We've barely seen but
glimpses of the child.
Edmondia: He may not have much of a choice.
EnsTren: You truely think so?
Edmondia: He will want to stay with his mortals.
Edmondia: But it would be better for the child to spend at
least some time on Avalon.
EnsTren: But...I want to see my grandson.
Edmondia: I think we may be able to do the typical
grandparent thing, take him for weekends and vacations, or
whenever he needs a rest from caring for the child. No mortals
would be adequate babysitters.
EnsTren: Do you think, my wife, that he is so afraid
of us, that we would steal the child away from him,
that is why he won't let us see the child's face?
Edmondia: I cannot think of any other reason for it.
EnsTren: I do not like thinking that
Edmondia: Nor do I. But I suppose we have a poor history of
Edmondia: At any rate, once he calms down we may get a
glimpse of the babe.
EnsTren: ...I wonder if he has allowed Coyote a good
look at him?
Edmondia: I somehow doubt it. Coyote has screamed and
run away from him several times.
EnsTren: Before that then.
EnsTren: He wasn't always screaming and running.
EnsTren: ...Shall we go pick his brain?
EnsTren: (I just had an image of the kid being a very
very light blue)
Edmondia: We shall.
EnsTren: (and of them, he looks like Puck's age,
standing infront of the court and laughing, it's puck
laughing and then an echo and it's freaky because they
look alot alike)
Edmondia: (I had an image of Owen being followed around by
an in-disguise chibi)
EnsTren: (heee, and what's the chibi's disguise?)
Edmondia: (looks just like a mini Owen with long hair)
EnsTren is away at 2:52:59 PM.
EnsTren returned at 4:26:25 PM.
EnsTren: (*finally back*)
Edmondia: (allo dear)
Edmondia: (the chibi in the mental image is clinging to Owen's
EnsTren: (I am seeing owen and chibi getting many
looks in the office)
Edmondia: (yes. v. amusing when he finally has to explain
Edmondia: ("His mother and I had... irreconcilable
EnsTren: ("She's dead, he was very sick, hence my
Edmondia: (Cue the secretaries cooing over the chibi)
EnsTren: (cue the chibi huddling down to hide)
Edmondia: (and let it be known that the chibi speaks very
EnsTren: (speak feyish?)
EnsTren: (or nothing at all really?)
Edmondia: (feyish if he speaks at all)
EnsTren: (I am seeing him march behind his daddy
proudly carrying some papers and stuff for him)
EnsTren: (in a mini armani suit)
EnsTren: (and glasses)
EnsTren: (you cued that with the chibi owen with long
Edmondia: (hee, yes, he couldn't resist the long hair)
EnsTren: (and it hides his ears when he slips up in the
Edmondia: (it's an illusiory spell)
EnsTren: (he plays nicely with alex?)
Edmondia: (yes, but again, he's quiet where Alex is bubbly)
Edmondia: (and he's younger)
EnsTren: (...babysitter coyote)
Edmondia: (if Matt ever comes in again, he'll have to deal with
Xanatos playing with two chibis)
EnsTren: (and elisa?)
EnsTren: (I want to see her reaction to the new chibi)
Edmondia: (hee, I dunno)
EnsTren: (or gargish reaction)
Edmondia: (a lot of O_o;; ing)
EnsTren: (or "Damn I wish I had a few tankards of
Mead right about now")
Edmondia: ("Hey there little guy, what's your name?")
EnsTren: (what would Puck name him anyways?)
Edmondia: (I have nooooo clue)
Edmondia: (his 'human' name would be Alan)
EnsTren: ("Mine" perhaps? how about "Not Mab's"?)
Edmondia: (that would be a bit odd if they visit home)
EnsTren: (*pulled that right out of her ass*)
Edmondia: (hee, maybe)
EnsTren: (sa nomi sans nomi)
EnsTren: (without name)
Edmondia: (hmn. my preferred boy-names wouldn't be
Edmondia: (dunno tho...)
Edmondia: (am running through baby name lists)
Edmondia: Owen means 'born to nobility'
EnsTren: born to nobility
EnsTren: *eets nobility*
Edmondia: do you like Keiran?
EnsTren: whats it mean?
Edmondia: little and dark
Edmondia: do you likey then?
EnsTren: behold the majority of Keiran's english: "I
EnsTren: "Alright kiddo, this is how you hack into the
EnsTren: tania is happy to have two grandsons
Edmondia: introducing himself
EnsTren: and the ever popular "No"
Edmondia: "Hey little guy, what's your name?"
Edmondia: "Mislanke te Keiran soladama."
EnsTren: "Alan Keiran Burnette"
Edmondia: and Alan means handsome
Edmondia: watch him freak out the gargs
Edmondia: well you wake up one night to find a mini-Owen
staring at you.
Edmondia: wouldn't YOU go 'eeek!'
EnsTren: I'd glomp
Edmondia: well, if you were a gargoyle
Edmondia: go 'ack!' and nearly fall off/fall off
Edmondia: and because of hte chibi you've got a lot more of
him in Puck form than before
Edmondia: Keiran's teensy in fey form
Edmondia: Usually tucked over daddy's shoulder
Edmondia: has more mobility as Alan
Edmondia: I think Owen may have to ditch the stone hand tho
Edmondia: well, he could work around it I guess
Edmondia: the amazing one-armed chibi-catch!
Edmondia: but yes, quite odd looks from Matt and Elisa
EnsTren: so he ditches the hand
EnsTren: and magics everyone who hasn't been all
mysticfied before into thinking it never was stone
Edmondia: and Elisa and Matt wander into the castle and are
greeted by Owen-in-minature
Edmondia: well, not so much greeted as stared at
EnsTren: with uber large blueblue yes
Edmondia: "...okay, where'd the little kid come from, and why
is he so creepy?"
EnsTren: *Staaaare!* *runs for daddy*
Edmondia: "...weird kid."
Edmondia: "...loud kid."
EnsTren: The next child they saw was much smaller and
sitting on Owen's shoulder
Edmondia: "...where'd the other kid go? And where'd this one
EnsTren: "Ms. Maza," he nodded politly at her, "Mr.
Bluestone. What can I do for you today?"
Edmondia: "...Um. Need to talk to Xanatos about some
messes by the storage facility on the harbor. Where'd the other
EnsTren: "There are only two children in the castle,
Miss Maza. And as Mr. Xanatos wishes to help the
police if at all possible I shall convey you to him."
Edmondia: "Yeah, thanks... but we saw another kid here."
EnsTren: He raised an eyebrow, "Why so concerned
about that wich doesn't pertain to you?"
Edmondia: "He looked like you. But little and cute."
Edmondia: She shrugged. "And I like kids, I had to help take
care of Derek and Beth when they were little."
EnsTren: "You two, of all humans should know things
are not always as they seem."
Edmondia: "...oh God, tell me that's not your kid."
EnsTren: "He's not my kid," he intoned emotionlessly
Edmondia: "Then whose is he?"
EnsTren: "You only asked me to tell you that he was
not mine--you did not ask for the truth."
Edmondia: "...just tell me whose he is."
Edmondia: Matt blinked. "Wha?"
Elisa slapped a hand over her eyes. "Oh, God, there goes the
Edmondia: Then she took it off again and grinned at the chibi.
EnsTren: The child said something in a strange singsong
Edmondia: "...and unintelligible."
EnsTren: "He asked who you were and if you were
going to eat him."
EnsTren: Owen replied in the same singsong goregeus
EnsTren: They managed to pick out their names in it
Edmondia: "Nobody would eat something that cute," Elisa
cooed, while Matt rolled his eyes in mild disgust.
EnsTren: "His mother would."
Edmondia: "...you're married?"
EnsTren: "That is the fiction we are propagating in the
Edmondia: "...that's gotta be fun," Matt muttered.
EnsTren: (sorry wrong window)
Edmondia: "He's adorable, when did you have him?"
EnsTren: "In all likelyhood he is older than Puck,
however he was only finished this year."
Edmondia: Bafflement painted the faces of the two detectives.
EnsTren: "Mab had a tendancy to throw out half made
children if they were defected or she became bored"
Edmondia: "That's horrible!"
EnsTren: "I know it better than you do, Mr. Bluestone"
Edmondia: "...so the kid's not really yours?"
EnsTren: "I finished him. He's mine."
Edmondia: "I'm confused," Matt said, but was ignored
because Elisa was cooing at the little boy.
EnsTren: The littlboy smiled charmingly at her, learned
stright from his daddy and uncle.
Edmondia: "He's adorable! Can I hold him?"
EnsTren: Owen conveyed the request to the child.
Edmondia: Keiran looked a little spooked.
EnsTren: "That is a no."
Edmondia: Elisa pouted a bit. Matt just rolled his eyes.
EnsTren: "he should tolerate being pat, however."
EnsTren: "But if you pull on his hair or hurt him he will
Edmondia: Elisa was already petting him and cooing. "Hi
there sweetie, I'm Elisa, what's your name?"
EnsTren: He understood that at least and chirpped out,
"Alan Keiran Burnette"
Edmondia: She flicked a glance at Owen. "That his real
EnsTren: "It's the one he is told to give to humans."
Edmondia: "And the other one is...?"
EnsTren: "Keiran, amongst others."
Edmondia: "Keiran. Pretty. Hello Keiran." She tapped his
EnsTren: he smiled shyly.
Edmondia: She smiled back at him.
Edmondia: Matt poked her.
EnsTren: The chibi reached out to tap on her nose.
Edmondia: She chuckled. "You're gonna have to watch this
kid, he'll grow up to be a charmer."
EnsTren: "No...he's going to grow up to be a trickster."
Edmondia: She grinned slyly. "Most of the tricksters I've met
have also been charming."
EnsTren: "The Puck would thank you for your
compliment, Miss Maza."
Edmondia: "Er... you're welcome."
EnsTren: "By the by, Coyote is shaking terrified in that
cornner over there if you are intrested."
Edmondia: "...the kid's that bad already?"
EnsTren: "No, he did that because of me."
Edmondia: That earned him two odd looks.
EnsTren: "He's the babysitter."
Edmondia: "...poor guy."
EnsTren: "Your relation."
EnsTren: "Your father and him have something of each
other in them. Puck calls him cousin but there is no blood
Edmondia: "...okay, that's weird."
EnsTren: "Will you be leaving now or visiting your
Edmondia: "Duty calls," she said mildly.
EnsTren: "Ah. This way then"
Edmondia: They went, Elisa still playing the finger-touch
game with Keiran.
Edmondia: (hee, fun flashforwadring)
Edmondia: (forwarding, even)
EnsTren: (*is all add*)
EnsTren: (*pets coyote*)
Edmondia: *ppor boi)
Edmondia: (I can't type)
EnsTren: (neither can I)
Edmondia: (*hops about*)
EnsTren: I had an image of keiran jummping up on
down on a trampoline that ansasi made him
EnsTren: tricksters send presents
EnsTren: cause coyote told them about the baby
EnsTren: tania warned them to keep it to themselves
EnsTren: and every night they toast to the newest
EnsTren: and send letters begging for baby pictures
Edmondia: and be freaked out by the resemblance
EnsTren: how old will the chibi be when he looks
Auto response from Edmondia: I am away from my
computer right now.
Edmondia: like 200 or so
EnsTren: how old will he be when he looks like a
Edmondia: I figure they grow fast after the first century
Edmondia: *shrug* Puck always struck me as looking like a
Edmondia: so a little older than 200
EnsTren: *pats him*
Edmondia: but he's still a bitty bitty bebe
Edmondia: granddaddy and grandma will routinely take him
for weekends and stuff, later on
Edmondia: and show up as humans to give the whole Owen
as a single parent thing credibility
Edmondia: Oberon doth dote like hell
EnsTren: others doth stare like hell
Edmondia: he's the type of relative that chibis run to
EnsTren: tania plays with Alex some
Edmondia: Keiran is being bounced
Edmondia: or rather, Alan
Edmondia: they're playing the 'put hands on top of the other
person's hands' game
Edmondia: which is amusing given the relative size of said
Edmondia: and amusing and a bit bewildering for the viewers
Edmondia: Oberon = very big as a human even
Edmondia: Keiran = very liddle as a human too
EnsTren: am seeing keiran on obie's head like a chibi
Edmondia: I wouldn't think he'd allow that, on account of
Puck's history of hair-gnawing
EnsTren: he can wear a hat under the chibi
Edmondia: with that ponytail?
EnsTren: if he's on his head it would be hard to turn
around and pull it up
EnsTren: he can wear the pony tail at the nape of his
neck and not in a topknot
Edmondia: "This is definitely your son."
Edmondia: And now the tummy-tickling.
Edmondia: but first Puck needs to chill
Edmondia: and go all zen
Edmondia: breathe and stuff
EnsTren: zen is good
Edmondia: he's singing to the baby
Edmondia: and wishing he remembered where his flute is
EnsTren: obie has it, guiltily
Edmondia: but yes, singing to the babe
Edmondia: he's sprawled out on Owen's bed and leaning over
the kid, who's got a hand tangled in his hair
Edmondia: running his finger down his tummy, sometimes
leaning down to kiss his forehead
Edmondia: he's got an audience
Edmondia: well, fey singing = teh pretties
Edmondia: Xanatoses are sitting on the floor and cuddling
Edmondia: Gargs are hanging around outside the door
EnsTren: scared or trying to hear stuff?
Edmondia: a little of both
Edmondia: Goliath's grumbling about enchantments
Edmondia: which Hudson knows stories about
Edmondia: so there are mixed reactions
EnsTren: what are the stories about?
Edmondia: apparently singing fey = ebil magickses ooo
*spooky finger waggly*
Edmondia: insanity and luring ships into crashing (sirens, yo)
EnsTren: well the second is on target but the first is
more puck's laughing
Edmondia: but they don't know that
Edmondia: so Goliath's all 'grr' and Angela's all 'ooo pretty'
EnsTren: does the chibi giggle?
Edmondia: giggling is too tiring for him
Edmondia: the most noise he makes is a coo
EnsTren: titter then?
EnsTren: vague laughing noise?
Edmondia: very very vague baby burble
EnsTren: does he like his granddaddy/halfbrother
Edmondia: he adores his granddaddy
EnsTren: and his grandma?
Edmondia: likes grandma, she's nice
EnsTren: and aunty and uncle and cousin?
Edmondia: aunty and uncle are odd but nice and cousin is
very odd but cute
EnsTren: and daddy?
Edmondia: <3 <3 <3 <3 DADDY!!! <3 <3 <3 <3
Edmondia: some of them don't like him and daddy! >:o
EnsTren: and angela?
Edmondia: she's nice
Edmondia: funny little personthing!
EnsTren: Bronx? who I think gives him rides
Edmondia: kid Does Not Like Goliath
Edmondia: goes 'eep! daddy!' *zoomity*
EnsTren: what does he think of when <3 <3 <3 <3
DADDY!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 takes him to the stalty and wet
and green place and floats over the big salty bathrub?
Edmondia: you mean Avalon?
Edmondia: whee! trip! granddaddy and grandmama!
Edmondia: ...eek! scary people! hide with daddy and
granddaddy and grandmama!
EnsTren: which scary people?
Edmondia: everyone he doesn't know
EnsTren: and when daddy just hovers over the water
and he just sees the island and water but nothing else?
Edmondia: wai... pretty... yummy smell! smells like daddy!
Edmondia: can I touch it daddy?
EnsTren: And puck would sit tailor style and hold him
out so he can dabble his hands and feet in the water
Edmondia: he's cooing and splashing
EnsTren: Puck is smiling.
Edmondia: of course if anyone else showed up kid would try
and hide in daddy's shirt - anyone else save his grandparents
EnsTren: well puck would pop out of there pretty quick
Edmondia: Keiran doesn't like strangers
Edmondia: especially not ones who smell different
Edmondia: he's very quiet and insular
EnsTren: and a daddy's boy
Edmondia: likes only his family, and yes
EnsTren: what does he think of nanny coyote?
Edmondia: he's family, sort of
Edmondia: he loves his daddy best
EnsTren: does mab know about him in her little void
Edmondia: doubt it, if she knew she'd be pissed
Edmondia: her little void place seems rather like a sensory
deprivation chamber to me
Edmondia: he's daddy's and granddaddy's baby
Edmondia: ...er, somewhat literally.
EnsTren: course somehow, while she's in there she
manages to sing and kill whoever comes in
Edmondia: baby coos
Edmondia: daddy's still singing
EnsTren: and grandaddy?
Edmondia: granddaddy's watching indulgently thru the mirror
Edmondia: baby wubs daddy
Edmondia: tummy rubs and cooing
EnsTren: (*randomly babytizes sheseth's seto*)
Edmondia: (arr, no)
EnsTren: (sorry, resistance was difficult)
Edmondia: daddy's just noticed the crowd and gone O_o;;
EnsTren: and run off with baby
Edmondia: Angela grred at her daddy
Edmondia: and Xanatos and Fox neenered at them and ran
EnsTren: *they were locked out*
Edmondia: Pouting ensues
EnsTren: mirrors were covered
Edmondia: and a neatly-wrapped package has appeared on
EnsTren: He has suspiciously poked it.
Edmondia: It's fallen open.
Edmondia: Behold a cute stuffed animal.
EnsTren: He has poked it susopicously and sniffed it
Edmondia: It smells like mommy and daddy and Home.
EnsTren: He's brought it to baby
Edmondia: Baby has gurgled at it.
EnsTren: He snuggled it at the kid
Edmondia: Baby has latched onto it and is gurgling happily
EnsTren: baby is being tickled
Edmondia: Baby is cooing happily
EnsTren: Puck is cooing back happily
Edmondia: it seems to have been an apology gift
EnsTren: Puck doesn't care, it makes baby happy
Edmondia: he will when he goes back to the box and realizes
his flute is in there
EnsTren: He'll hug his flute and start playing
it..uncovering a small mirror before he does so though
Edmondia: Daddy's pleased
Edmondia: he's made his baby happy
EnsTren: obie likes listening?
EnsTren: and tania?
Edmondia: everyone likes listening, for it be pretti
Edmondia: yes, tho some of them go 'oooooosparklypretty'
Edmondia: baby's cooing and giggling
EnsTren: Puck's happy
Edmondia: general aura of happiness
EnsTren: has Three found out yet?
Edmondia: when they do they will be startled and bemused
Edmondia: Puck reproduced? wtf?
Edmondia: and when they find out they'll throw a hissy fit
EnsTren: solidfies his claim on throne and all
Edmondia: them not happy.
Edmondia: tho not many people know about his claim on the
Edmondia: but after their hissy fit they might
EnsTren: might wht?
Edmondia: much wailing and yelling and oo the drama
Edmondia: and Obie being snarky