Edmondia: (sorry, comp froze)
Edmondia: (where were?)
EnsTren: Edmondia: He tickled her back.
EnsTren: She laughed and flung herself at him again.
Edmondia: He gave a very unkingly yelp.
EnsTren: She chuckled.
Edmondia: He stuck his tongue out.
EnsTren: She bit it
Edmondia: ...it is a bit of a problem that we both have fangs.
EnsTren: So speaks the lord with hair horns.
Edmondia: He patted his hair defensively down.
EnsTren: They get pointier when you're upset, my
Husband, or when you are happy.
Edmondia: ...my hair is a mood ring.
EnsTren: In a way.
Edmondia: ...who else noticed?
EnsTren: The Puck, I belive.
Edmondia: Naturally, he notices everything.
EnsTren: Yes Hn.
Edmondia: What hn?
EnsTren: Hn, that Hn.
Edmondia: He poked her. Do you elaborate on your hns, my
EnsTren: No. It's fun to make you wonder and
Edmondia: This could take centuries, he complained
good-naturedly, and started tickling her tummy with his hair.
EnsTren: She purred.
Edmondia: Being remarried certainly had its advantages, and
maturity only made things more enjoyable.
EnsTren: Definetly so.
Edmondia: It was fun and different, something new to
EnsTren: Those mortals were really very clever.
Edmondia: And the chocolate was a nice touch.
EnsTren: He loved chocolate
Edmondia: She was rather fond of it as well.
EnsTren: And Coffee.
Edmondia: Thank whomever the mortal was who came up
EnsTren: Otherwise he'd be missing important parts in
Edmondia: It was getting to the point that the workers
greeted him by pseudonym every morning.
EnsTren: Some how his lady wife could tell the
diffrence between Starbucks and magiced Starbucks.
Edmondia: Which made him pout. Nobody else could tell the
difference, but if he even tried to make a motion for it she'd be
scary at him.
EnsTren: And he'd miss parts if he didn't dodge.
Edmondia: In the end, it was simply easier to go out and buy
her the coffee.
EnsTren: He was thankful for the change in speeds of
time, it ment that she wouldn't notice.
Edmondia: Plus if he got her a bagel and cream cheese he was
allowed to cuddle.
EnsTren: He was trying to find what got him privledges
for early morning nookie though.
Edmondia: Perhaps he should consider expanding the
EnsTren: Ice cream? No, not a morning food.
EnsTren: Good plan!
Edmondia: With strawberries and whipped cream, perhaps.
EnsTren: Hmn, whipped cream
Edmondia: He should definitely bring her waffles then.
EnsTren: But a bagle as backup.
Edmondia: Just in case. One never could tell with Titania.
EnsTren: She facinated him
Edmondia: He tickled her.
EnsTren: She tickled him.
Edmondia: It dissolved into a pillow fight.
EnsTren: Eh, maturity was over rated.
Edmondia: It was a good thing that no one else ever saw
them playing. The royal dignity would be shot.
EnsTren: Wait, didn't Puck already do that?
Edmondia: (shoot the royal dignity?)
EnsTren: (or cause it to be shot)
Edmondia: Well, the royal dignity of the king and queen,
EnsTren: Not the might-be Prince.
Edmondia: ...it was probably a good thing that very few
people knew he was the might-be prince, all things considered.
EnsTren: It might shoot the Royal dignity anyways.
Edmondia: Although to be fair he could be quite dignified at
times - he just didn't like it much.
EnsTren: And he was as likely to be doing it to be
mocking as for other reasons.
Edmondia: He was distressingly difficult to read.
EnsTren: No wonder he played a good Owen.
Edmondia: Though he had to wonder about wearing a
business suit every day.
EnsTren: He'd have to check if he wore those funky
boxer shorts he saw being sold sometimes.
Edmondia: He wouldn't be surprised at all if he did.
EnsTren: ...Was he throwing them out like those other
Puck like things?
Edmondia: ...what was wrong with the child?
EnsTren: Damn him for being hard to read, espically in
that mortal body.
Edmondia: He gnawed on a strand of his hair
absentmindedly. It was a facade and they all knew it, but what
if he was trying to live it instead of play it?
EnsTren: ...He was going to die it.
Edmondia: ...and there came the guilt, like a sucker-punch to
EnsTren: The Lord of Avalon did not feel guilty!
Edmondia: ...but his baby!
EnsTren: The fact he couldn't sence him when he was
less than fifteen feet away was enough to confirm it. The
body was mortal.
Edmondia: The being who wore it was not - should not be so.
EnsTren: But he was, now.
Edmondia: ...yes, that was definitely guilt.
EnsTren: he wasn't supposed to feel guilty
Edmondia: It had been a fair punishment - anyone else
would've been dragged back kicking and screaming and hung
upside down in the dungeons for their impertinence.
EnsTren: Death was a fair punishment?
Edmondia: Well - surely he'd figure out a way to sneak out of
EnsTren: How? He started to wrak his brain as he
gave his hair split ends with his teeth.
Edmondia: Well, he could - er, accidentally have Alex magic
the body into immortality?
EnsTren: Very simple, very effective--except how
would he hide it from the humans?
EnsTren: What without being able to change shapes
Edmondia: Traveling and hair dye?
EnsTren: What abotu computers?
Edmondia: Well, he was rich, he could vanish into seclusion
and destroy all the documentation of his existance, right?
EnsTren: That sounded boring.
Edmondia: He could fake his death!
EnsTren: Some what amusing. But...He would age.
EnsTren: No, wait, spell to get rid of that. But he could
still die if someone shot him ir something.
Edmondia: Instead of having it just hurt a lot. Damn!
EnsTren: And a split end from hair chewing, damn.
Edmondia: Having children was always bad for one's mental
EnsTren: He thought having to worry about him runnign
around and getting killed stopped after sealing Mother
Edmondia: ...this must be how mortals felt.
Edmondia: Dammit dammit dammit.
EnsTren: Where was a tree to knock his skuill against
when he needed one.
Edmondia: ...just outside the window, actually, but he was
fairly certain moving would get him smacked, as Titania was
using him as a pillow.
EnsTren: Maybe he could turn his pillow into a pice of
wood or marble?
Edmondia: It was either that or tear his split-ended hair out.
EnsTren: Titania liked his hair too much
EnsTren: And Damnit, again, for good measure
Edmondia: This was impossible.
EnsTren: He should really think before he speak.
Edmondia: But no, he just had to have inherited dear dear
EnsTren: Now he gave his baby a long lingering death
sentance, last his best trickster, and almost in a way,
EnsTren: Also his herald, and senchal, and...Well he
could go on and on.
Edmondia: But mostly his baby, even though he'd grown up
EnsTren: They were nothing and everything alike. He
Edmondia: It was... difficult.
EnsTren: He didn't imagine it could be this difficult
when he banished him
Edmondia: He had been feeling quite incredibly out of sorts
at the time.
EnsTren: He was feeling out of sorts now.
Edmondia: But a decidedly different kind.
EnsTren: And he was getting bored, despite playing
and having sex with his lady wife. The other Children
were getting boring.
Edmondia: They just weren't as interesting.
Edmondia: And none of them were quite so brazenly gleeful
about 'bending' the rules.
EnsTren: Puck would have kept things lively.
Edmondia: He was obsessing over this, he was sure of it.
EnsTren: He never obessed before!
Edmondia: Then again he'd never condemned his only -
ARGH that was wrong, Puck was not his only son and it was
stupid for him to keep thinking that way.
EnsTren: But...Aliel was in the void with mother.
Edmondia: And Merlin was both missing in action and - a
EnsTren: And half human.
Edmondia: He gnawed on his hair more vigorously.
EnsTren: His sons...
Edmondia: Well and truly estranged from him.
EnsTren: One gone the way of madness, on the way of
his mother's blood, and the other cast away like the dirty
rag he was not.
Edmondia: It was... disheartening.
EnsTren: To say the ver least
Edmondia: He knew where he had gone wrong with Aliel -
they'd been too young and irresponsible for a child.
EnsTren: They were much more mature now.
Edmondia: And much, much older now.
EnsTren: Could they try for another child?
Edmondia: ...probably not while Fox and Alexander still lived.
Edmondia: Titania did not enjoy having children often.
EnsTren: They had eternity. His son, his only-son, he
had to admit that, his only real son, did not. Not
EnsTren: He didn't like the thought of Puck not being
able to meet his brother.
Edmondia: Or sister, perhaps, a sweet little girl with Titania's
smile. The three were... rather odd, but had been very lovely
EnsTren: And Robin hadn't helped it by picking on
them and teasing them.
Edmondia: That was the mistake they had made with him -
indulged him far too much, he had been spoiled beyond
rottenness as a babe.
EnsTren: He grew out if it though, even before he
scattered the Children the Puck was mature, he played
his games with mortals, but he never killed them in a fit
of fancy or rage, even though he could get around the
rules for that as the other Children did.
Edmondia: He had always been a bit more and less than
normal, it was a strange mix - but then, he was a strange creature
by nature - or was it design instead?
EnsTren: No, that didn't make sence, why would
Mother design Puck not to like killing humans?
Edmondia: Mother had been the one to design his
capabilities, that much was true - but none could truly shape the
soul of another.
EnsTren: No matter what mother thought.
Edmondia: Mother... it was fortunate that most of the
Children had been born long after the sealing.
EnsTren: He didn't want to think how fucked up his
island would have been.
Edmondia: Although at times it seemed like some horrible
clash of reality tv and a soap opera.
EnsTren: It would be amusing if they were more
Edmondia: But letting them make their own choices (within
reason) was the only thing that kept them from being
Edmondia: And if they were more interesting maybe he
wouldn't be thinking about this.
EnsTren: Puck livened things up, he MADE them more
intresting, and brought the details back to him.
Edmondia: ...this was probably becoming an unhealthy
Edmondia: And he really really really wasn't used to feeling
guilty about anything.
EnsTren: It was unnatural, to him.
Edmondia: But then, he'd rarely done things that he
considered worth being guilty over.
EnsTren: So why this?
Edmondia: ...it had been a long time since he'd killed one of
EnsTren: And...He always granted them quick deaths.
Edmondia: He sighed heavily, raking a hand through his hair.
EnsTren: How long did human's live now a days,
EnsTren: Now he was just torturing himself, wasn't he?
EnsTren: He never did that before, either
Edmondia: He'd never been in this position before.
EnsTren: Well he only had three sons.
Edmondia: And Aliel he had felt no guilt over.
EnsTren: Despite being born to Both Titania and
himself he was Mab's child.
Edmondia: In every way, he had been Mab's child.
EnsTren: And the Puck?
Edmondia: Mab's design, certainly.
EnsTren: His child though. His baby boy.
Edmondia: Titania had even mothered him.
EnsTren: They had healed him, together.
Edmondia: Perhaps that was why he had been so mature?
EnsTren: Not many of the Children really experianced
pain, or fear of Death.
Edmondia: He had barely been a child at the time.
EnsTren: He didn't seem to even remember it truely
Edmondia: That was... probably for the best.
EnsTren: It could have left an inpact, even at that young
of an age
Edmondia: It had, at least physically - he still wore the
EnsTren: They could never heal him completely.
EnsTren: It was a bit of a ritual between the three of
them, attempting to heal him once every few centuries.
EnsTren: Sometimes he came early, requested it, when
He and his wife were in a snit about each other.
Edmondia: A natural diplomat even through the mischief.
Edmondia: He was a sweet boy.
EnsTren: Both cruel and gentle.
Edmondia: ...he still had his flute lying around somewhere.
EnsTren: He missed listening to him play
Edmondia: Would he play anymore?
EnsTren: Did he have a flute in his mortal life?
Edmondia: He had a stone hand in his mortal life.
EnsTren: He couldn't play.
Edmondia: That... was deeply wrong.
EnsTren: Some how his consiance found a way to
blame that on him, somehow.
Edmondia: Okay, so he'd send him the flute for Christmas or
EnsTren: The or something, he wasn't so dence that he
couldn't see that sending the flute would seem a slap in
Edmondia: Maybe just leave it on his desk someday?
EnsTren: Still a slap in the face--after all, he couldn't
play it. And it didn't take a genius to figure out it was
what he had used to track his wayward child.
Edmondia: ...take him out to lunch and hand it to him? No,
he'd refuse that too.
EnsTren: He didn't want to risk him breaking the flute in
anger or spite.
EnsTren: And now that he thought about it he didn't
want to send it after all. It was the only thing he really
had left of his baby boy.
Edmondia: ...okay, definite guilt.
EnsTren: His damned concious whispered at him, That
soon, very soon, because the Puck had been right, you
turn you back on mortals for a split second and they all
up and die on you, soon the flute would be the only thing
anyone had left of his baby boy. Because he was going
Edmondia: And there was nothing he could think to do to
make it better.
EnsTren: It pulled at his heart and burned behind his
Edmondia: It wasn't fair.
EnsTren: He wished he had that harpoon gun of
Xanatos Seinior's to shoot his consious with. It said that
he hadn't been fair to Puck, either.
Edmondia: ...it was probably right.
EnsTren: He didn't like this spawn of maturity much.
Edmondia: But he couldn't ignore it either.
EnsTren: Hence his want for the harpoon gun.
Edmondia: His baby probably hated him now.
EnsTren: He deserved to be hated, part of him said.
EnsTren: Really. Really. needed that Harpoon gun.
Edmondia: ...maybe he could ask Titania when she woke up.
EnsTren: His lady wife was clever, smart, beautiful, and
very knowing about the little unseen things and the like.
EnsTren: Wait. Titania. Wakign up.
Edmondia: Even a king had his priorities.
EnsTren: now how to get out from under her without
waking her up?
Edmondia: Difficult. She was draped across his back.
EnsTren: Maybe he could sink down though the bed?
Edmondia: That could work.
EnsTren: So he started to--while busily planing ahead.
Edmondia: Starbucks and a run to a waffle house?
EnsTren: Yes, and get dressed before leaving even the
Edmondia: A solid plan.
EnsTren: Which he hastened as much as possible to
EnsTren: Another reason to miss Puck, he could be
doing this for him right now.
Edmondia: And would have snagged an even better
breakfast for himself at the same time, and possibly snagged a
date with the cute girl behind the counter.
EnsTren: And maybe given him a few hints so he didn't
have to play an almost blind guessing game in figuring out
what to get her for early morning nookie.
Edmondia: But guessing games with Titania were frequently
EnsTren: More enjoyable than Sex with Titania?
EnsTren: Damnit he missed him.
Edmondia: ...sending a card wouldn't work, he'd let Bronx eat
EnsTren: Or play darts.
EnsTren: He might be afraid of bronx getting poisoned
Edmondia: ...maybe he should just email him about it.
EnsTren: He'd get a virus in return, most likely
EnsTren: Or email adderess entered into spam bots.
Edmondia: At this rate he'd have to kidnap him or something.
EnsTren: And do what?
Edmondia: ...get himself bitten, most likely.
EnsTren: And then ignored, and cursed.
Edmondia: He'd have to contact him and give him the proper
time to rant and rave.
EnsTren: Would he co-operate?
Edmondia: He was suspicious enough to.
EnsTren: What about duty to his new 'master' and
paranoia which he had observed?
Edmondia: Okay, 'master' was just insulting, but wouldn't his
paranoia make him want to see what was up?
EnsTren: Maybe, maybe not.
Edmondia: He wouldn't know until he tried.
EnsTren: But first to take care of his wife, despite his
Edmondia: She was a more immediate threat.
EnsTren: And could help him to plot if he made her
Edmondia: ...he was her son too, after all.
EnsTren: And he thought, as he transported himself,
that she knew the consequences before he did, that was
the emotion he had caught on her face for that hair breth
of a moment.
Edmondia: ...the design had been hers, but he'd thrown a
wrench into her plan.
EnsTren: He knew verywell his wife steered him when
he went into a bull's headlong charge. He didn't notice it
when she did but a while afterwards yes. He apreciated
ti too, keped him from messing anything too far up.
Edmondia: Except this time.
EnsTren: He hit his forehead with his fist.
Edmondia: Stupid, stupid, stupid!
EnsTren: He looked over his shoulder at the Eerie
building, he had made it a habbit to got to a Starbucks in
New York City just so he could look at it
Edmondia: ...his baby was somewhere in there, and sweet
Avalon, he really was getting obsessed.
EnsTren: Could he help it?
Edmondia: It was only natural, after all - parents with any
shred of decency were overprotective of their children.
EnsTren: Consiance took another jab at him.
Edmondia: Maturity sucked.
EnsTren: He wished his consiance had kicked in eariler,
before he gave his baby a death sentance.
Edmondia: But then he'd been feeling quite betrayed by his
baby and had spoken without thinking and screwed everything
EnsTren: Humans, even gargoyles, were mortal,
empheral. He wanted to be with a prize intriguing
human--which not even Oberon could deny as truth,
how many humans used the pheonix gate as he did?
EnsTren: And he had promised a life time of service.
He wasn't even asking for an extra year of time.
EnsTren: Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Edmondia: And for all his trickery, the Puck hated breaking
EnsTren: And was never a poor guest unless treated
EnsTren: He had also said once, though not to Oberon
(he didn't think the Puck knew he heared) that keeping
promises and getting around them made for good
practice against the laws.
EnsTren: But then, he rarely bent the promises. His
way, with Demona, fufilling her wishes but avoiding
disturbance to the humans of the city was nothing less
EnsTren: His own way during that battle lacked a
certain amount of finesse.
Edmondia: He'd never really felt the same need for elegance
in that fashion as the Puck did.
EnsTren: But, because he came out here often for his
lady Wife's coffee he saw the news reports.
EnsTren: People and children and animals dying, in
cars, on operation tables, on the ground, because they
had all fallen asleep suddenly.
Edmondia: And there was that guilt again.
Edmondia: Children were horrible vicious creatures.
EnsTren: That didn't mean the human ones that died
should have, or that his child should be sentanced to a
slow death in a prison.
Edmondia: It just meant that they did absolutely everything
they possibly could to screw with their parents' heads without
EnsTren: Like now. Puck wasn't even in his true form
or in the imdete area or aware of him.
Edmondia: Sneaky little brat.
EnsTren: Really, it was all his fault so his consiance
should go bother puck now.
EnsTren: This wasn't getting him anywhere brooding
Edmondia: But coffee would.
EnsTren: So he got the coffe and the doughnut, poped
over to an IHOP in Florida and was back in almost no
time in Avalon.
Edmondia: (bed now)