Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 3, 2008 14:20:53 GMT -5
Rather than do any of my homework like a good girl I decided I would slack off. *coughs* Anyway, This is a Xiven fic. I'm sure some of you know how un-Torque the girl is half the time, so why were her kids bound. Oh look. Here's a fic. >_> Xiven doesn't mince words either, so I apologize to all those Torques out there. Of course she would never say it to their faces... just her mom.
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"You did what?"
"I told you you'd be angry," Peaches said she placed her covered hands behind her back.
"You bound them!" Xiven said throwing her hands up in the air. She may have been a Torquehelm but she honestly didn't believe in binding her children. It was an utterly stupid concept that should have been abolished. And now her mother went behind her back and bound three of her her children.
"I'm not finished though..." muttered the older feline. She was going to be in so much trouble and it really wasn't her fault. Peaches had been sorely tempted to do the irresponsible thing and let Xiven find out for herself. However her Queen daughter would have figured it out sooner rather than later, so it was easier to come clean now.
"What?" Xiven hissed.
"The blacksmith... got a little carried away with Othello's binding." She said as she made hand gestures with her sleeves.
Xiven's face twitched. "What do you mean "a little carried away," Mother?"
That tone meant she was in trouble. "I think... you should see for yourself." She gave a nervous laugh. Xiven was going to kill her for this.
The puffy feline's nails dug into her desk briefly as she stood. Oh she was going to kill something after this. She knew it. It didn't take them very long to get to the nursery. And Peaches slowly motioned to Othello's crib.
.... Oh HELL NO.
"What...." Xiven trailed off too angry to finish her actual question.
"Well... I think it can be surgically removed when he's a little older."
"He has a chain attached to his paw. It's in his paw. He... he was screwed up enough and... Please tell me the black smith is dead." Xiven's tail was twice it's normal size as glared at her mother. At least Othello was sound asleep. The poor thing. And... she didn't want to see the other bindings at all.
"No..." Peaches squeaked. She wasn't about to kill a man for screwing up even if Xiven was willing to. Sheesh. She was exactly like her father.
"I can't believe you. I can't believe that you actually bound them! That's just the most barbaric thing you could have possibly done!" She hissed as low as possible before motioning to the door. She wasn't about to wake the poor dears after what her mother had put them though. Binding. She would never understand it and she would never approve of it--and now her babies were stuck with them. She could take the simpler ones off, of course, but Mom would just put them back on. Until the kids grew up and said they want them off she couldn't do anything.
She damn well hoped they would want them off. She growled as she stalked down the hallway, her mother following behind her with a disgruntled expression.
"You're exactly like your father!" Peaches yelled once they were out of range of their children. "You should have been born a bloody Highlander with the way you act! You're a Torquehelm damnit! You should act like one!"
Xiven whipped around, ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed. "Act like one? So you want me to be an emotional whiny bitch who doesn't understand the concept of freedom? Well if you wanted to instill that into me you should have played your part as a mother a bit better. Sorry Mom. I'm not your perfect little Torque baby like Eldy is! I'm just a Queen in the Court of Hearts!"
Peaches took a step back. Her daughter was a Queen but when did she get off talking like that to her mother? And what the hell was this all of a sudden insulting her own region? The woman clenched her fists as she looked her daughter square in the eye. "You wouldn't have listened to me. You didn't listen to me when you took off your bindings, and you're not listening to me now. It's tr--"
"Tradition isn't everything, Mother. There is no curse. I know you'll never believe me, but that's what I've found. I suppose my children need to find the same thing or follow the path that you've chosen." Xiven crossed her arms and gave he mother a stern look. "You shouldn't have gone behind my back. Next time you do something like that I'm kicking your ass. You're their grandmother, I'm their mother. Remember that."
Peaches stared blankly at her daughter for a moment. She was shocked at what came out of her mouth and proud at the same time. Sometimes though... she sighed. "I swear, you really should have been born a Highlander. But if that were the case you wouldn't be as amazing as you are now."
"I'm still angry about Othello's binding. We need to get it fixed. I'm not going to have him walk around like that. I suggest you pick a different binding out--one that won't prevent him from walking once we've fixed his leg." Which would probably be screwed up forever, the bastard. Frankly she had half a mind to convince him when he was older to chop the thing off and go to Corvistowne for a mechanical replacement. Of course Dad--whenever he saw it--would probably want to tear it off the poor boy. "I'm going to go and do some paperwork."
She might just poison her mother's tea later though.
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"You did what?"
"I told you you'd be angry," Peaches said she placed her covered hands behind her back.
"You bound them!" Xiven said throwing her hands up in the air. She may have been a Torquehelm but she honestly didn't believe in binding her children. It was an utterly stupid concept that should have been abolished. And now her mother went behind her back and bound three of her her children.
"I'm not finished though..." muttered the older feline. She was going to be in so much trouble and it really wasn't her fault. Peaches had been sorely tempted to do the irresponsible thing and let Xiven find out for herself. However her Queen daughter would have figured it out sooner rather than later, so it was easier to come clean now.
"What?" Xiven hissed.
"The blacksmith... got a little carried away with Othello's binding." She said as she made hand gestures with her sleeves.
Xiven's face twitched. "What do you mean "a little carried away," Mother?"
That tone meant she was in trouble. "I think... you should see for yourself." She gave a nervous laugh. Xiven was going to kill her for this.
The puffy feline's nails dug into her desk briefly as she stood. Oh she was going to kill something after this. She knew it. It didn't take them very long to get to the nursery. And Peaches slowly motioned to Othello's crib.
.... Oh HELL NO.
"What...." Xiven trailed off too angry to finish her actual question.
"Well... I think it can be surgically removed when he's a little older."
"He has a chain attached to his paw. It's in his paw. He... he was screwed up enough and... Please tell me the black smith is dead." Xiven's tail was twice it's normal size as glared at her mother. At least Othello was sound asleep. The poor thing. And... she didn't want to see the other bindings at all.
"No..." Peaches squeaked. She wasn't about to kill a man for screwing up even if Xiven was willing to. Sheesh. She was exactly like her father.
"I can't believe you. I can't believe that you actually bound them! That's just the most barbaric thing you could have possibly done!" She hissed as low as possible before motioning to the door. She wasn't about to wake the poor dears after what her mother had put them though. Binding. She would never understand it and she would never approve of it--and now her babies were stuck with them. She could take the simpler ones off, of course, but Mom would just put them back on. Until the kids grew up and said they want them off she couldn't do anything.
She damn well hoped they would want them off. She growled as she stalked down the hallway, her mother following behind her with a disgruntled expression.
"You're exactly like your father!" Peaches yelled once they were out of range of their children. "You should have been born a bloody Highlander with the way you act! You're a Torquehelm damnit! You should act like one!"
Xiven whipped around, ears pulled back and her eyes narrowed. "Act like one? So you want me to be an emotional whiny bitch who doesn't understand the concept of freedom? Well if you wanted to instill that into me you should have played your part as a mother a bit better. Sorry Mom. I'm not your perfect little Torque baby like Eldy is! I'm just a Queen in the Court of Hearts!"
Peaches took a step back. Her daughter was a Queen but when did she get off talking like that to her mother? And what the hell was this all of a sudden insulting her own region? The woman clenched her fists as she looked her daughter square in the eye. "You wouldn't have listened to me. You didn't listen to me when you took off your bindings, and you're not listening to me now. It's tr--"
"Tradition isn't everything, Mother. There is no curse. I know you'll never believe me, but that's what I've found. I suppose my children need to find the same thing or follow the path that you've chosen." Xiven crossed her arms and gave he mother a stern look. "You shouldn't have gone behind my back. Next time you do something like that I'm kicking your ass. You're their grandmother, I'm their mother. Remember that."
Peaches stared blankly at her daughter for a moment. She was shocked at what came out of her mouth and proud at the same time. Sometimes though... she sighed. "I swear, you really should have been born a Highlander. But if that were the case you wouldn't be as amazing as you are now."
"I'm still angry about Othello's binding. We need to get it fixed. I'm not going to have him walk around like that. I suggest you pick a different binding out--one that won't prevent him from walking once we've fixed his leg." Which would probably be screwed up forever, the bastard. Frankly she had half a mind to convince him when he was older to chop the thing off and go to Corvistowne for a mechanical replacement. Of course Dad--whenever he saw it--would probably want to tear it off the poor boy. "I'm going to go and do some paperwork."
She might just poison her mother's tea later though.
