Post by Kitty on Feb 24, 2008 19:11:13 GMT -5
Author: Kitty
Characters: Osias, Morpheus
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 1601
Note: See? I write to... occasionally XD This is my first real attempt at SoD writing though so... criticism welcome.
Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork.... even if he wasn't an official member of the court he still had paperwork to do, mainly from his own occupation though. He glared at the present piece he was working on... which one of his alias' was he using for this employer again? Ungh, he must be tired if he'd forgotten something so important. With this thought in mind he sighed, slamming a fist down on the table in frustration. Sezja lifted his head, tipped ears flicking forward as he watched his master with a fleeting interest that slipped away almost as fast as it'd come. Osias let his gaze drift to his window, completely ignoring the bander, seeing the first rays of morning light.... yes, he had been up far to long. He rose and stretched his stiffened limbs, cracking his neck and shoulders as he did, and stalked over to the window. He glanced out a moment, gazing across the back part of the court of Spades, how many years had he been here? He grumbled something incoherent and yanked the blinds down swiftly, blocking out the sunlight and everything else outdoors. It was taking to long, everything was just taking to long. And now, now he had other things to worry about as well... it was all so very.. .taxing.
Here, alone in his room, he allowed himself a moment of weakness, and in doing so he lifted his arm and brought his fingers to the bandages on the other, tracing a solitary, slender digit along a specific place, the thickest section. He slumped a bit, half closing his golden eyes before moving rather dejectedly toward his bed. Upon reaching it he just dropped, flopping down and curling his tail around the bed post for a moment. He rolled over onto his back and simply stared up at the ceiling and let his mind wander. Why was he so unhappy? He'd accomplished so much already, and he knew he had, but still... he just wasn't feeling great at all. He was a King now, he had more and more job offers because of it as well and he was making enough to live rather comfortably, and he had an intelligent, healthy son. Oh gods he had a son, he still couldn't believe that, and a Queen to boot. His life wasn't really all that bad anymore but still, still he felt this lingering sorrow deep within himself.
The rat let out a growl, bringing a hand up and extending all his fingers before bringing the other up to dig an onyx claw into his palm. He stuck it in, sinking it in slowly and then pulled it down, leaving a gash in his palm. He shivered slightly, enjoying the pain as it brought him back from his train of thought. He watched as his blood seeped out into his fur as his Jack's ability kicked in, sealing the cut not long after it had been made. He let both of his hands drop back to the mattress and turned onto his side, peering at the sleeping orange form of his bander until his eyelids drifted down and he joined Sezja in the land of slumber, only not exactly.
He found himself back in his room, only it wasn't quite the same, but it was familiar to him by now. Night after night he returned to the same place, to the same sight, to the same dream if you will. Only it wasn't really a dream, it was almost the same as when Varestes had sent him to Finistris, only that had been different as well. His eyes focused only to find a pair of brilliant emerald pools staring back, Morpheus. A smile, which didn't look like much of a smile at all, appeared on his muzzle, yellowed fangs showing just a bit. It was always a wonderful distraction to see his son well, now that he'd gotten used to the idea. He reached up and stroked the boy's ears fondly, receiving a happy, thrumming trill from him in return. The boy, or anyone else for that matter, would never know just how much he meant to the snarky, scarred vermin, but he was now one of the things that kept him going, kept him busy, kept him distracted. But in a way, he made everything so much more complicated. And he made him think a lot more about someone he really wished didn't occupy as much of his thoughts as he did.
Have you been practicing that move I showed you, Mo?
This lead on to the two having a friendly spar, Osias certainly wanted his son to be able to defend himself should he ever need to. This lasted for a few hours before Osias carefully pinned the boy to the floor grinning all the while. Mo was getting better, getting faster, but he was far from out doing his 'mother'.He ruffled the boys hair a bit and let him up, letting a bit of a chuckle free at the look he received from the young weasel cross, he was rather cute when he was angry. The boy had an effect on the King that softened his generally rigid self and aloud him to express things he normally didn't, which was evident by the smile that rested on his muzzle now.
Better, but not good enough to out do me yet, I'm starting to doubt if you ever will.
Humor laced the rats words, making it more of a taunt then anything else, but it still got under Morpheus' skin and he bristled in response to it. How on earth was he supposed to best someone who was over twice his size and had more years of practice then he'd been alive? He huffed indignantly and stuck his tongue out at his mother, twiddling his snow white claws against the ground.
You cheated!
______________________
The fun over, and his son reasonably tired out, he moved onto the lessons that every educated card should have. Since Mo lived in his mind he had to take on many roles most parents did not, mother, teacher, sparing partner and, to an extent, friend. Finistris hadn't been to visit in quite awhile either and the rat was certain he didn't yet know of his son. Was he going to come around again, or had he simply grown bored of him already? The latter thought certainly dampened his mood and he'd unknowingly stopped speaking in the middle of a sentence, bringing his distraction to his son's clever mind.
Morpheus, catching the distraction, moved in to give his mother something new to 'worry' over and bounced forward with a target in mind. He'd been growing curious as to what was beneath the bandages his mother wore, and he'd asked about it before as well. The only response he'd gotten was a stern none of your business followed by the rat stroking a certain part of it. This certainly meant he was hiding something and Mo intended to find out what it was. He clutched the end of the bandage, which was peeking out from under it, in his sharp little teeth and continued forward taking the cloth with him. He bounded off about two feet and turned, keeping hold of his prize and scanning over the newly exposed area.
Osias on the other hand had all the looks of complete mortification when the comforting gauze had been stripped from him. He stiffened and froze and stared at his arm for a moment, shocked that the boy could be so brazen. To the knowing there was nothing to spectacular there, a couple minor sores like the one on his nose and a scar, a rather noticeable, nasty scar, but just a scar. However, it's exposure, now that the shock was gone, ignited a flame of anger within him and he moved swiftly toward the boy and grabbed the gauze strip back with one hand and cuffing the boy smartly with the other. The action sent the youth sprawling backward on the floor and frozen with surprise. His mother had never hit him before, not like that.
The King was instantly sorry that he had done what he had, but the past could not be undone and the young lowlander had certainly deserved it. He would, however, honor his curiosity to a small degree to make up for the attack. He traced a slender digit over the scar and spoke softly, telling him as little as possible before re-wrapping his arm and rising to his feet.
It's a mark of shame and I'll un bind it once I feel I've overcome what it holds behind it, every scar has a story, a meaning, and you'll fully understand that one day.
With that said the rat woke with a start, finding himself back in his own reality again and feeling worse then when he'd last left it, it didn't really feel like he'd slept at all. He sighed and simply stared at the ceiling before a scratching at the door roused him, Sezja required tending and then he'd simply move from one distraction to another before flopping down and repeating the whole thing over again, only every night was a little different, and he'd certainly try harder to keep his temper in check. The boy hadn't done anything he wouldn't have done at that age....
Characters: Osias, Morpheus
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 1601
Note: See? I write to... occasionally XD This is my first real attempt at SoD writing though so... criticism welcome.
Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork.... even if he wasn't an official member of the court he still had paperwork to do, mainly from his own occupation though. He glared at the present piece he was working on... which one of his alias' was he using for this employer again? Ungh, he must be tired if he'd forgotten something so important. With this thought in mind he sighed, slamming a fist down on the table in frustration. Sezja lifted his head, tipped ears flicking forward as he watched his master with a fleeting interest that slipped away almost as fast as it'd come. Osias let his gaze drift to his window, completely ignoring the bander, seeing the first rays of morning light.... yes, he had been up far to long. He rose and stretched his stiffened limbs, cracking his neck and shoulders as he did, and stalked over to the window. He glanced out a moment, gazing across the back part of the court of Spades, how many years had he been here? He grumbled something incoherent and yanked the blinds down swiftly, blocking out the sunlight and everything else outdoors. It was taking to long, everything was just taking to long. And now, now he had other things to worry about as well... it was all so very.. .taxing.
Here, alone in his room, he allowed himself a moment of weakness, and in doing so he lifted his arm and brought his fingers to the bandages on the other, tracing a solitary, slender digit along a specific place, the thickest section. He slumped a bit, half closing his golden eyes before moving rather dejectedly toward his bed. Upon reaching it he just dropped, flopping down and curling his tail around the bed post for a moment. He rolled over onto his back and simply stared up at the ceiling and let his mind wander. Why was he so unhappy? He'd accomplished so much already, and he knew he had, but still... he just wasn't feeling great at all. He was a King now, he had more and more job offers because of it as well and he was making enough to live rather comfortably, and he had an intelligent, healthy son. Oh gods he had a son, he still couldn't believe that, and a Queen to boot. His life wasn't really all that bad anymore but still, still he felt this lingering sorrow deep within himself.
The rat let out a growl, bringing a hand up and extending all his fingers before bringing the other up to dig an onyx claw into his palm. He stuck it in, sinking it in slowly and then pulled it down, leaving a gash in his palm. He shivered slightly, enjoying the pain as it brought him back from his train of thought. He watched as his blood seeped out into his fur as his Jack's ability kicked in, sealing the cut not long after it had been made. He let both of his hands drop back to the mattress and turned onto his side, peering at the sleeping orange form of his bander until his eyelids drifted down and he joined Sezja in the land of slumber, only not exactly.
He found himself back in his room, only it wasn't quite the same, but it was familiar to him by now. Night after night he returned to the same place, to the same sight, to the same dream if you will. Only it wasn't really a dream, it was almost the same as when Varestes had sent him to Finistris, only that had been different as well. His eyes focused only to find a pair of brilliant emerald pools staring back, Morpheus. A smile, which didn't look like much of a smile at all, appeared on his muzzle, yellowed fangs showing just a bit. It was always a wonderful distraction to see his son well, now that he'd gotten used to the idea. He reached up and stroked the boy's ears fondly, receiving a happy, thrumming trill from him in return. The boy, or anyone else for that matter, would never know just how much he meant to the snarky, scarred vermin, but he was now one of the things that kept him going, kept him busy, kept him distracted. But in a way, he made everything so much more complicated. And he made him think a lot more about someone he really wished didn't occupy as much of his thoughts as he did.
Have you been practicing that move I showed you, Mo?
This lead on to the two having a friendly spar, Osias certainly wanted his son to be able to defend himself should he ever need to. This lasted for a few hours before Osias carefully pinned the boy to the floor grinning all the while. Mo was getting better, getting faster, but he was far from out doing his 'mother'.He ruffled the boys hair a bit and let him up, letting a bit of a chuckle free at the look he received from the young weasel cross, he was rather cute when he was angry. The boy had an effect on the King that softened his generally rigid self and aloud him to express things he normally didn't, which was evident by the smile that rested on his muzzle now.
Better, but not good enough to out do me yet, I'm starting to doubt if you ever will.
Humor laced the rats words, making it more of a taunt then anything else, but it still got under Morpheus' skin and he bristled in response to it. How on earth was he supposed to best someone who was over twice his size and had more years of practice then he'd been alive? He huffed indignantly and stuck his tongue out at his mother, twiddling his snow white claws against the ground.
You cheated!
______________________
The fun over, and his son reasonably tired out, he moved onto the lessons that every educated card should have. Since Mo lived in his mind he had to take on many roles most parents did not, mother, teacher, sparing partner and, to an extent, friend. Finistris hadn't been to visit in quite awhile either and the rat was certain he didn't yet know of his son. Was he going to come around again, or had he simply grown bored of him already? The latter thought certainly dampened his mood and he'd unknowingly stopped speaking in the middle of a sentence, bringing his distraction to his son's clever mind.
Morpheus, catching the distraction, moved in to give his mother something new to 'worry' over and bounced forward with a target in mind. He'd been growing curious as to what was beneath the bandages his mother wore, and he'd asked about it before as well. The only response he'd gotten was a stern none of your business followed by the rat stroking a certain part of it. This certainly meant he was hiding something and Mo intended to find out what it was. He clutched the end of the bandage, which was peeking out from under it, in his sharp little teeth and continued forward taking the cloth with him. He bounded off about two feet and turned, keeping hold of his prize and scanning over the newly exposed area.
Osias on the other hand had all the looks of complete mortification when the comforting gauze had been stripped from him. He stiffened and froze and stared at his arm for a moment, shocked that the boy could be so brazen. To the knowing there was nothing to spectacular there, a couple minor sores like the one on his nose and a scar, a rather noticeable, nasty scar, but just a scar. However, it's exposure, now that the shock was gone, ignited a flame of anger within him and he moved swiftly toward the boy and grabbed the gauze strip back with one hand and cuffing the boy smartly with the other. The action sent the youth sprawling backward on the floor and frozen with surprise. His mother had never hit him before, not like that.
The King was instantly sorry that he had done what he had, but the past could not be undone and the young lowlander had certainly deserved it. He would, however, honor his curiosity to a small degree to make up for the attack. He traced a slender digit over the scar and spoke softly, telling him as little as possible before re-wrapping his arm and rising to his feet.
It's a mark of shame and I'll un bind it once I feel I've overcome what it holds behind it, every scar has a story, a meaning, and you'll fully understand that one day.
With that said the rat woke with a start, finding himself back in his own reality again and feeling worse then when he'd last left it, it didn't really feel like he'd slept at all. He sighed and simply stared at the ceiling before a scratching at the door roused him, Sezja required tending and then he'd simply move from one distraction to another before flopping down and repeating the whole thing over again, only every night was a little different, and he'd certainly try harder to keep his temper in check. The boy hadn't done anything he wouldn't have done at that age....
