Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 24, 2009 22:51:20 GMT -5
Rather than do my homework... I decided to write a few fics. *small shrug* Just little bits and pieces of characters lives. As for word count? Uh... I'll get back to you on that one. I know one of them is 900. XD
The guards had let Rosemary into the palace without a fuss when she explained who she was there to visit. As she walked the halls she never had expected to run into The Queen of Hearts.
Who apparently knew her name.
"You must be the infamous Rosemary I've heard so much about," said a voice that almost dripped with venom.
Rosemary hesitated to look over her shoulder. A human woman was standing there. Tall, graceful looking, with a scowl on her face that burn a hole through a solid brick wall. The wolf-squirrels ears pinned back as she gave the woman a timid smile. "Yes, your Majesty. I'm Rosemary."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "I would like to have a private meeting with you in my office. Now."
Rosemary's heart stopped for a moment. Her eyes wide as she stared at the woman. Office? Alone with a Queen of Hearts? This was just... oh boy. "Y-yes Ma'am," said the canine mix. She had half a mind to just disappear from the spot, but she couldn't imagine that would put her in favor with the court at a later date. Linnea lived here after all.
They came to the office after what seemed like an eterinity of awkward silence.Rosemary took a seat in the proper chair across from the woman's desk and waited for her to speak, eyes cast downward.
Her tone was soft and gentle, trying to make the wolf a bit more comfortable. "I just wanted to have a nice talk about Linnea."
Rosemary looked up. A question mark was practically forming above her head. The woman drew closer, causing the canine to cringe back.
"I don't want you to be a bad influence on her, you understand I'm sure. She's like a daughter to me and I wouldn't want you to hurt her." The tone of hostility was impossible to miss.
Rosemary cleared her throat and smiled. "Your Majesty, I would never do anything of the sort. She is my daughter."
The woman snorted. "Really? You do a good job of being there for her when she needs a motherly figure!"
Ouch. Rosemary's eyes narrowed. She had hear plenty of rumors about the Queen of Hearts. Of course most of them were probably made up... but perhaps a few of them were true. Didn't she ignore the children she had from a previous love affair? Rosemary gave the woman a rather indignant look. "Are you saying you're a better mother than me? Because--"
Rosemary stopped when she saw the look on the woman's face. Fear bubbled up along with a whimper.
"Perhaps I am, perhaps I'm not. Either way I'm saying th Linnea is like a daughter to me. So if you do anything stupid I swear to you I will make your life worse than a living hell." She smiled, it looked cordial and sweet compared to her venomous tone.
"Kay," Rosemary said in a half squeak.
This was the repeated lover of Apocalypse. Was she jealous that Rosemary had managed to have his child? The thought lingered for a moment as she bowed her head and excused herself. All she really knew was that the woman did not like her, and if she overstayed her welcome she was going to lose some important part of her.
Just A Little Strange
"When I grow up I want to have an Escort service."
"Are you theriouss?"
"Yes. It would be primarily for people who need bodyguards, except they would also be for you know...personal events and stuff. Sexual favors would be provided if the client requested them." Xander gave a fairly emphatic nod at the thought even if his brother couldn't see it.
The other boy made a scoffing sound. "And they think I'm the crazy one?"
Xander made an unpleasant noise as he poked at his brother with one of his fingers. "Why do I talk to you anyway?"
Othello wondered the same thing. Now that he was older he knew his dear brother wanted to put him on a leash rather than treat him like an actual person. But of course Othello was grateful for what his brother did do for him when he wasn't being a jerk. However, it didn't mean he had to agree."Who in their right mind would choose a profession like that?"
"People who don't have a problem with sexuality."
Othello's eyes swiveled in the direction of where his brother's voice was coming from. They narrowed. He shook his head. "You win."
"No, I don't really. Since you're right," Xander said matter of factly as he stretched. "But I'm going to have to try anyway. I mean, it's not like I have any other goals in mind."
Othello was promptly left to fend for himself. The boy gave a small whimper as he realized he still had a far way to go before he got to his room. And it was a long way to think about how he would probably never set foot outside the palace because of his "condition." His tail drooped as he touched the wall. "I want to have a dream like Xander's...."
Doubts
"Why are you taking care of that child?"
The question made Xiven look up from her paperwork. Her mother was hovering there with a very serious expression. "What do you mean?"
"Linnea. Why do you take care of her?"
With an eyebrow quirk Xiven shook her head. "Why do you care? It's not like it's any of your business."
Peaches made a slightly annoyed sound as she took a seat in the chair across from the Queen. Her eyes narrowed as she slung her feet over on of the chair arms. "It is though. You're my daughter, and I want to know why you're wasting your time with that man?"
All right. Fine. She wasn't going away. Xiven growled and set her pen down. Her mother had never approved of any of her relationships. Well, she approved of Calanthe for some pretty obvious reasons. However, every other relationship was disapproved of strongly enough that her mother always had found a way to comment on the matter. This, however, was far more direct than her usual. "I don't owe you any sort of explanation."
"I know you don't. I'm just deathly curious."
Xiven's nose wrinkled.
"I mean you treat Linnea like your own child. Hell, I might go out on a limb and say you treat her better than your own children. I can't understand why." Peaches was fiddling with her jacket sleeve as she spoke, trying to avoid the death glare that was coming.
Xiven's nails dug into her desk. She had tried so very hard to be a good mother. And she did her best. So why the hell did everyone see fit to criticize her? She tried to teach Xander tact, and Mercutio to have a cool head. She had tried to sooth away Vir's paranoia, and she had struggled to help Othello think of himself in a better light. And she did her best never to ignore them.
And yet everyone still seemed to think she hadn't done enough.
And now her mother--of all people--was commenting on it. Not to mention she was accusing her of playing favorites.
"You're one to talk," she said quietly. "Considering you never should had children to begin with."
Peaches glanced over at her daughter. Her eyebrows arched upwards.
"I know full well no one approves of me sleeping with Pale, but that's my choice. And if I want to treat his child like my own that's also my choice." Her tone was steady and even despite the anger that was bubbling up inside of her.
The woman in a straight jacket made a concerned noise as she shifted. "I'm just worried about you. Not to mention... you shouldn't associate yourself with... Clubs."
"I can do whatever I want to do, Mother." Xiven said as she slowly stood up. Leaning over the desk she reached out to turn her mother's head. "I am in love with Apocalypse, and I honestly don't see the problem with taking care of his daughter. I don't care what you think about the subject, because my views will never change."
She drew back her hand with a sigh.
Peaches made a scoffing sound. "Love? You love him? How could you love someone so horrible? He treats you like an object, abuses you, and you claim to love him! How can you call that love?"
There was a long silence as Xiven stared at her mother. Why was she bringing all of this up now? Why was she so persistent on continuing this conversation when Xiven had clearly said it was over? Then again, her mother did hate the man. And that fight had humiliated her.
"Just get out," Xiven said waving a hand towards the door. She slipped back into her seat.
Peaches continued to sit in the chair, staring at her daughter. "You're jealous that someone else had his children. Aren't you?"
"Get. OUT."
"So you are. You're really infatuated with that man." Peaches laughed. "I can't believe it. You have a chance to start a loving and wonderful family with a sweet girl, and you pick him. You want to have his children badly enough that you'll even take care of that poor pathetic Club and ignore the two lovely children that you just gave birth to. And you practically abandon the children you had with the lover you thought you'd stay with forever, who you still string along because you've "forgiven" her. Ha!"
Her mother had never cared about any of her business. She had never openly spoken against Rhiannon, she had never discouraged her to take a place in the Court of hearts, and there was a list of things that she had never done. And now she was suddenly talking down to her, calling her a cruel person.
Why was she doing this?
"Didn't I tell you to get out of my office?" Xiven said as she grabbed a stack of paperwork. "Look, I don't really give a damn about what people think about me. At the end of the day I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. I love who I love, I hate who I hate. I go about matters in my own way, so I suggest you suck it up and leave."
Peaches sighed as she slipped out of the chair. The woman had made it all the way to the door before turning around. "He's going to hurt you again. Just wait. He'll have a family with someone else, and you'll be left in the dust. Ignored and forgotten because you're nothing to him but a possession."
She was gone long before Xiven could reply. The woman sat in silence, staring at the place where her mother had been.
"You're wrong," Xiven said quietly. Everything was going to be fine.
Jealousy
The guards had let Rosemary into the palace without a fuss when she explained who she was there to visit. As she walked the halls she never had expected to run into The Queen of Hearts.
Who apparently knew her name.
"You must be the infamous Rosemary I've heard so much about," said a voice that almost dripped with venom.
Rosemary hesitated to look over her shoulder. A human woman was standing there. Tall, graceful looking, with a scowl on her face that burn a hole through a solid brick wall. The wolf-squirrels ears pinned back as she gave the woman a timid smile. "Yes, your Majesty. I'm Rosemary."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "I would like to have a private meeting with you in my office. Now."
Rosemary's heart stopped for a moment. Her eyes wide as she stared at the woman. Office? Alone with a Queen of Hearts? This was just... oh boy. "Y-yes Ma'am," said the canine mix. She had half a mind to just disappear from the spot, but she couldn't imagine that would put her in favor with the court at a later date. Linnea lived here after all.
They came to the office after what seemed like an eterinity of awkward silence.Rosemary took a seat in the proper chair across from the woman's desk and waited for her to speak, eyes cast downward.
Her tone was soft and gentle, trying to make the wolf a bit more comfortable. "I just wanted to have a nice talk about Linnea."
Rosemary looked up. A question mark was practically forming above her head. The woman drew closer, causing the canine to cringe back.
"I don't want you to be a bad influence on her, you understand I'm sure. She's like a daughter to me and I wouldn't want you to hurt her." The tone of hostility was impossible to miss.
Rosemary cleared her throat and smiled. "Your Majesty, I would never do anything of the sort. She is my daughter."
The woman snorted. "Really? You do a good job of being there for her when she needs a motherly figure!"
Ouch. Rosemary's eyes narrowed. She had hear plenty of rumors about the Queen of Hearts. Of course most of them were probably made up... but perhaps a few of them were true. Didn't she ignore the children she had from a previous love affair? Rosemary gave the woman a rather indignant look. "Are you saying you're a better mother than me? Because--"
Rosemary stopped when she saw the look on the woman's face. Fear bubbled up along with a whimper.
"Perhaps I am, perhaps I'm not. Either way I'm saying th Linnea is like a daughter to me. So if you do anything stupid I swear to you I will make your life worse than a living hell." She smiled, it looked cordial and sweet compared to her venomous tone.
"Kay," Rosemary said in a half squeak.
This was the repeated lover of Apocalypse. Was she jealous that Rosemary had managed to have his child? The thought lingered for a moment as she bowed her head and excused herself. All she really knew was that the woman did not like her, and if she overstayed her welcome she was going to lose some important part of her.
Just A Little Strange
"When I grow up I want to have an Escort service."
"Are you theriouss?"
"Yes. It would be primarily for people who need bodyguards, except they would also be for you know...personal events and stuff. Sexual favors would be provided if the client requested them." Xander gave a fairly emphatic nod at the thought even if his brother couldn't see it.
The other boy made a scoffing sound. "And they think I'm the crazy one?"
Xander made an unpleasant noise as he poked at his brother with one of his fingers. "Why do I talk to you anyway?"
Othello wondered the same thing. Now that he was older he knew his dear brother wanted to put him on a leash rather than treat him like an actual person. But of course Othello was grateful for what his brother did do for him when he wasn't being a jerk. However, it didn't mean he had to agree."Who in their right mind would choose a profession like that?"
"People who don't have a problem with sexuality."
Othello's eyes swiveled in the direction of where his brother's voice was coming from. They narrowed. He shook his head. "You win."
"No, I don't really. Since you're right," Xander said matter of factly as he stretched. "But I'm going to have to try anyway. I mean, it's not like I have any other goals in mind."
Othello was promptly left to fend for himself. The boy gave a small whimper as he realized he still had a far way to go before he got to his room. And it was a long way to think about how he would probably never set foot outside the palace because of his "condition." His tail drooped as he touched the wall. "I want to have a dream like Xander's...."
Doubts
"Why are you taking care of that child?"
The question made Xiven look up from her paperwork. Her mother was hovering there with a very serious expression. "What do you mean?"
"Linnea. Why do you take care of her?"
With an eyebrow quirk Xiven shook her head. "Why do you care? It's not like it's any of your business."
Peaches made a slightly annoyed sound as she took a seat in the chair across from the Queen. Her eyes narrowed as she slung her feet over on of the chair arms. "It is though. You're my daughter, and I want to know why you're wasting your time with that man?"
All right. Fine. She wasn't going away. Xiven growled and set her pen down. Her mother had never approved of any of her relationships. Well, she approved of Calanthe for some pretty obvious reasons. However, every other relationship was disapproved of strongly enough that her mother always had found a way to comment on the matter. This, however, was far more direct than her usual. "I don't owe you any sort of explanation."
"I know you don't. I'm just deathly curious."
Xiven's nose wrinkled.
"I mean you treat Linnea like your own child. Hell, I might go out on a limb and say you treat her better than your own children. I can't understand why." Peaches was fiddling with her jacket sleeve as she spoke, trying to avoid the death glare that was coming.
Xiven's nails dug into her desk. She had tried so very hard to be a good mother. And she did her best. So why the hell did everyone see fit to criticize her? She tried to teach Xander tact, and Mercutio to have a cool head. She had tried to sooth away Vir's paranoia, and she had struggled to help Othello think of himself in a better light. And she did her best never to ignore them.
And yet everyone still seemed to think she hadn't done enough.
And now her mother--of all people--was commenting on it. Not to mention she was accusing her of playing favorites.
"You're one to talk," she said quietly. "Considering you never should had children to begin with."
Peaches glanced over at her daughter. Her eyebrows arched upwards.
"I know full well no one approves of me sleeping with Pale, but that's my choice. And if I want to treat his child like my own that's also my choice." Her tone was steady and even despite the anger that was bubbling up inside of her.
The woman in a straight jacket made a concerned noise as she shifted. "I'm just worried about you. Not to mention... you shouldn't associate yourself with... Clubs."
"I can do whatever I want to do, Mother." Xiven said as she slowly stood up. Leaning over the desk she reached out to turn her mother's head. "I am in love with Apocalypse, and I honestly don't see the problem with taking care of his daughter. I don't care what you think about the subject, because my views will never change."
She drew back her hand with a sigh.
Peaches made a scoffing sound. "Love? You love him? How could you love someone so horrible? He treats you like an object, abuses you, and you claim to love him! How can you call that love?"
There was a long silence as Xiven stared at her mother. Why was she bringing all of this up now? Why was she so persistent on continuing this conversation when Xiven had clearly said it was over? Then again, her mother did hate the man. And that fight had humiliated her.
"Just get out," Xiven said waving a hand towards the door. She slipped back into her seat.
Peaches continued to sit in the chair, staring at her daughter. "You're jealous that someone else had his children. Aren't you?"
"Get. OUT."
"So you are. You're really infatuated with that man." Peaches laughed. "I can't believe it. You have a chance to start a loving and wonderful family with a sweet girl, and you pick him. You want to have his children badly enough that you'll even take care of that poor pathetic Club and ignore the two lovely children that you just gave birth to. And you practically abandon the children you had with the lover you thought you'd stay with forever, who you still string along because you've "forgiven" her. Ha!"
Her mother had never cared about any of her business. She had never openly spoken against Rhiannon, she had never discouraged her to take a place in the Court of hearts, and there was a list of things that she had never done. And now she was suddenly talking down to her, calling her a cruel person.
Why was she doing this?
"Didn't I tell you to get out of my office?" Xiven said as she grabbed a stack of paperwork. "Look, I don't really give a damn about what people think about me. At the end of the day I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. I love who I love, I hate who I hate. I go about matters in my own way, so I suggest you suck it up and leave."
Peaches sighed as she slipped out of the chair. The woman had made it all the way to the door before turning around. "He's going to hurt you again. Just wait. He'll have a family with someone else, and you'll be left in the dust. Ignored and forgotten because you're nothing to him but a possession."
She was gone long before Xiven could reply. The woman sat in silence, staring at the place where her mother had been.
"You're wrong," Xiven said quietly. Everything was going to be fine.
