Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 29, 2009 2:24:54 GMT -5
Words: 1621
Characters: Heilyn and Apocalypse
Disclaimers: Some language.
This was mostly done because I had dialogue bouncing in my head after an AIM convo with Satra, so I decided to put it into fic form. And then I decided I could check off one of my prompts with it, too. Yay! Love how that works out. Anyway, a little glimpse into Heilyn and Pale's relationship, crazy thing that it is.
"...I need a past."
The woman paused the soft stroking of his soft blond hair, one finger curled around the strands of purple that slashed through it. A slender eyebrow was arched, almost teasing. "What's wrong? One tortured existance not enough for you?[/b]"
"Bitch. You know what I mean. I need a past that'll work for everyone else. Something more than 'Hey, guys, I grew up in somebody's mind and I used to be a scythe!'" He grunted, pulling himself up to nestle his head more comfortably in her lap. His lower lip drew into his mouth, and he nibbled thoughtfully at it, stopping only when she flicked the back of his head.
"Stop that, Apocalype, you're going to make it bleed again. That's true. I'm kind of surprised that it's taken you so long to realize that you were missing it.[/b]" Slowly, she started to stroke again, her fingers working through the layers, finding his scalp and massaging it softly. "Isn't that the kind of thing that comes up in conversation?[/b]"
"I usually just make things up as I go." He stopped talking for a moment as her fingers brushed behind his ears, his lips parting as his eyes rolled back. The lids fluttered closed. "Mnnf. Yeah, right there. 's good. Anyway, it works alright, but it seems risky. Especially if I see someone more than once."
The Queen nodded, focusing her attentions on that spot. He started to purr. "So, I take it that you're looking to bounce ideas off of me?[/b]"
Between her legs, the pale man twisted, turning slit-pupiled orange eyes onto her. There was an almost hopeful expression on his face, but she overlooked that in favor of the fact that he was biting his lip again. Once again she flicked, this time between his eyes, and almost laughed at the way he winced.
"Ow. Bitch. Seems like I'd have to bounce it off you, seeing as you're gonna be my mom." The corner of his mouth twitched, a warning of the grin that was about to come. Slowly, lips pulled away from dagger-sharp teeth. "...If that's okay?"
The smile that found its way onto the woman's face was entirely subconscious and rather pleased at the notion. "Your mom? Hmmm. I guess that could work.[/b]"
"Excellent." Carefully, the man settled back against her with a happy sigh, his eyes closing again. It had been a slow progression of feelings, but he wasn't sure what he would do if Heilyn had been unwilling to play the role of mother. Even in his real life, she was the closest thing he had to a parent. "Of course, Seth can't be my dad. Doesn't make any sense. What if I was the result of some incredibly passionate night with an ex-lover in the Bog?"
This was where things got interesting. It wasn't that Seth was disliked by the pale man - he didn't see him as a father, more of a pal, and more than that... There was no way a Coyote and a Bat could produce a Feline son. That was the simplest answer for it, at least, one he could give without worrying about Seth's feelings. "But... ah... Only if you think that Seth would be okay with that. Scandal babies and all..."
As Apocalypse trailed off, Heilyn began to laugh, clearly amused. "Pale, think about that for a second,[/b]" she said, resting her chin on a fisted hand as she gave him a calm, level stare. That effect was ruined entirely by her small smile. "How many children does Seth have? ...And how many do I have?[/b]"
"...I suppose you have a point there. So, product of a fling. Clearly, I was born as a human, since no one's seen anything different of me. Was I a King, though? Was I born this awesome, or did I have the mental strength and ambition to work myself up into this position?"
A small shrug, an even smaller eye-roll. "You were born with it. You're too bloody cocky for it to have been anything else, and it's closer to being accurate. You've never been anything but a King, after all.[/b]"
Hrm. The woman did have a point, much as he didn't much want to admit that fact. "Born a King, then. I guess technically you'll be my father, since no one ever saw you pregnant with any crotchdroppings that weren't Seth's. I'll have grown up in the Bog under the protection of my mother."
"She was a weird one,[/b]" Heilyn said with a snort, clearly getting into the fantasy of it. "A Caracal, of course... And a Diamond Queen. You had to have learned that charm from somewhere. She had an obsession with the Outside, but was too much of a xenophobe to ever even consider leaving home. We met because she wanted me to tell her about everything that I'd seen since I'd left. Perhaps she and I had been friends before, when I was younger?[/b]"
The man gave a small nod, rubbing at his chin and staring at the ceiling as he considered it. "Previous friendship is good. Gives a bit of depth to it." He leaned back so he could look the woman in the eye, giving her a decisive nod. "Good idea with the obsession. So obsessed with the outside, in fact," he said, eyes suddenly going bright, the pupils narrowing. "That she decided to name her child, when I was born, with a word from the common tongue. Apocalypse. She had no idea what it meant, did she? She just knew that she liked the sound."
That made Heilyn laugh, her canines showing as her eyes crinkled mirthfully. "When I told her, she was horrified, but it was far too late to change it. You'd already become sickeningly attached to it. I'll take responsibility for your nickname, though.[/b]"
"Right. Thanks for that, you bitch." Apocalypse remarked, lip jutting out in a pout, his brows furrowing. He was silent for a moment, then looked at her again. "...Can you rub my head again? I like that."
Such a needy creature, but the woman was happy to oblige. It was an idle touch, one that she didn't mind providing it if it made him as happy as he acted like it did. Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to settle back into it, eyes closing and mouth hanging open. It looked like he was actually working on falling asleep like that. She nudged him. "We're not done, jackass. Why'd you leave the Bog?[/b]"
He jerked, blinking almost horrified eyes at her. "What?! O - oh. Right. Umm..." His brows crinkled as he thought about it, staring at the ceiling. "It seems like I had a pretty cushy life there. What if my mother died? And... when you came to visit, you decided that I'd fit in better at the Hearts Court than as the personal concubine to the various Bog Nobles? They did so love my white skin, and it seemed certain that I'd be the slave to a life of being used as a sex toy. You just knew I'd be miserable..."
"That's a bloody lie and you know it.[/b]" Heilyn retorted almost instantly, doing her best to keep a straight face. It was hard, especially when he was giving her that pathetically innocent expression. "Leaving one life of whoring yourself out to start doing it all over again?[/b]"
"Old habits die hard," he said in a somber tone, but that was all he could manage before he started to laugh. It was infectious, and soon she was laughing too. "Curiosity, then. It was good enough to keep you from the Bog, I don't see why it wouldn't work to get me out. Besides. I didn't have any family left there, and if I came with you... Well, I'd have my mother." His hand found hers and squeezed it lightly, a genuine smile crossing his face.
"Family is important,[/b]" Heilyn replied softly, brushing her free hand across his soft cheek. "I think that works.[/b]"
Apocalypse stood up slowly, nodding to himself as he did. Then he leaned in abruptly, giving her a light kiss to her cheek. "Me, too. By the way, mom, you're gonna be a grandma." Without bothering to wait for an answer, he stepped out into the hall, giving her a casual wave before vanishing into the hallways of the Court. Heilyn stared after him, her expression almost soft.
"Great. More children.[/b]" Shaking her head, she turned back to the paperwork that he'd initially distracted her from. "At least this one showed up without any damn diapers to change.[/b]"
Characters: Heilyn and Apocalypse
Disclaimers: Some language.
This was mostly done because I had dialogue bouncing in my head after an AIM convo with Satra, so I decided to put it into fic form. And then I decided I could check off one of my prompts with it, too. Yay! Love how that works out. Anyway, a little glimpse into Heilyn and Pale's relationship, crazy thing that it is.
"...I need a past."
The woman paused the soft stroking of his soft blond hair, one finger curled around the strands of purple that slashed through it. A slender eyebrow was arched, almost teasing. "What's wrong? One tortured existance not enough for you?[/b]"
"Bitch. You know what I mean. I need a past that'll work for everyone else. Something more than 'Hey, guys, I grew up in somebody's mind and I used to be a scythe!'" He grunted, pulling himself up to nestle his head more comfortably in her lap. His lower lip drew into his mouth, and he nibbled thoughtfully at it, stopping only when she flicked the back of his head.
"Stop that, Apocalype, you're going to make it bleed again. That's true. I'm kind of surprised that it's taken you so long to realize that you were missing it.[/b]" Slowly, she started to stroke again, her fingers working through the layers, finding his scalp and massaging it softly. "Isn't that the kind of thing that comes up in conversation?[/b]"
"I usually just make things up as I go." He stopped talking for a moment as her fingers brushed behind his ears, his lips parting as his eyes rolled back. The lids fluttered closed. "Mnnf. Yeah, right there. 's good. Anyway, it works alright, but it seems risky. Especially if I see someone more than once."
The Queen nodded, focusing her attentions on that spot. He started to purr. "So, I take it that you're looking to bounce ideas off of me?[/b]"
Between her legs, the pale man twisted, turning slit-pupiled orange eyes onto her. There was an almost hopeful expression on his face, but she overlooked that in favor of the fact that he was biting his lip again. Once again she flicked, this time between his eyes, and almost laughed at the way he winced.
"Ow. Bitch. Seems like I'd have to bounce it off you, seeing as you're gonna be my mom." The corner of his mouth twitched, a warning of the grin that was about to come. Slowly, lips pulled away from dagger-sharp teeth. "...If that's okay?"
The smile that found its way onto the woman's face was entirely subconscious and rather pleased at the notion. "Your mom? Hmmm. I guess that could work.[/b]"
"Excellent." Carefully, the man settled back against her with a happy sigh, his eyes closing again. It had been a slow progression of feelings, but he wasn't sure what he would do if Heilyn had been unwilling to play the role of mother. Even in his real life, she was the closest thing he had to a parent. "Of course, Seth can't be my dad. Doesn't make any sense. What if I was the result of some incredibly passionate night with an ex-lover in the Bog?"
This was where things got interesting. It wasn't that Seth was disliked by the pale man - he didn't see him as a father, more of a pal, and more than that... There was no way a Coyote and a Bat could produce a Feline son. That was the simplest answer for it, at least, one he could give without worrying about Seth's feelings. "But... ah... Only if you think that Seth would be okay with that. Scandal babies and all..."
As Apocalypse trailed off, Heilyn began to laugh, clearly amused. "Pale, think about that for a second,[/b]" she said, resting her chin on a fisted hand as she gave him a calm, level stare. That effect was ruined entirely by her small smile. "How many children does Seth have? ...And how many do I have?[/b]"
"...I suppose you have a point there. So, product of a fling. Clearly, I was born as a human, since no one's seen anything different of me. Was I a King, though? Was I born this awesome, or did I have the mental strength and ambition to work myself up into this position?"
A small shrug, an even smaller eye-roll. "You were born with it. You're too bloody cocky for it to have been anything else, and it's closer to being accurate. You've never been anything but a King, after all.[/b]"
Hrm. The woman did have a point, much as he didn't much want to admit that fact. "Born a King, then. I guess technically you'll be my father, since no one ever saw you pregnant with any crotchdroppings that weren't Seth's. I'll have grown up in the Bog under the protection of my mother."
"She was a weird one,[/b]" Heilyn said with a snort, clearly getting into the fantasy of it. "A Caracal, of course... And a Diamond Queen. You had to have learned that charm from somewhere. She had an obsession with the Outside, but was too much of a xenophobe to ever even consider leaving home. We met because she wanted me to tell her about everything that I'd seen since I'd left. Perhaps she and I had been friends before, when I was younger?[/b]"
The man gave a small nod, rubbing at his chin and staring at the ceiling as he considered it. "Previous friendship is good. Gives a bit of depth to it." He leaned back so he could look the woman in the eye, giving her a decisive nod. "Good idea with the obsession. So obsessed with the outside, in fact," he said, eyes suddenly going bright, the pupils narrowing. "That she decided to name her child, when I was born, with a word from the common tongue. Apocalypse. She had no idea what it meant, did she? She just knew that she liked the sound."
That made Heilyn laugh, her canines showing as her eyes crinkled mirthfully. "When I told her, she was horrified, but it was far too late to change it. You'd already become sickeningly attached to it. I'll take responsibility for your nickname, though.[/b]"
"Right. Thanks for that, you bitch." Apocalypse remarked, lip jutting out in a pout, his brows furrowing. He was silent for a moment, then looked at her again. "...Can you rub my head again? I like that."
Such a needy creature, but the woman was happy to oblige. It was an idle touch, one that she didn't mind providing it if it made him as happy as he acted like it did. Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to settle back into it, eyes closing and mouth hanging open. It looked like he was actually working on falling asleep like that. She nudged him. "We're not done, jackass. Why'd you leave the Bog?[/b]"
He jerked, blinking almost horrified eyes at her. "What?! O - oh. Right. Umm..." His brows crinkled as he thought about it, staring at the ceiling. "It seems like I had a pretty cushy life there. What if my mother died? And... when you came to visit, you decided that I'd fit in better at the Hearts Court than as the personal concubine to the various Bog Nobles? They did so love my white skin, and it seemed certain that I'd be the slave to a life of being used as a sex toy. You just knew I'd be miserable..."
"That's a bloody lie and you know it.[/b]" Heilyn retorted almost instantly, doing her best to keep a straight face. It was hard, especially when he was giving her that pathetically innocent expression. "Leaving one life of whoring yourself out to start doing it all over again?[/b]"
"Old habits die hard," he said in a somber tone, but that was all he could manage before he started to laugh. It was infectious, and soon she was laughing too. "Curiosity, then. It was good enough to keep you from the Bog, I don't see why it wouldn't work to get me out. Besides. I didn't have any family left there, and if I came with you... Well, I'd have my mother." His hand found hers and squeezed it lightly, a genuine smile crossing his face.
"Family is important,[/b]" Heilyn replied softly, brushing her free hand across his soft cheek. "I think that works.[/b]"
Apocalypse stood up slowly, nodding to himself as he did. Then he leaned in abruptly, giving her a light kiss to her cheek. "Me, too. By the way, mom, you're gonna be a grandma." Without bothering to wait for an answer, he stepped out into the hall, giving her a casual wave before vanishing into the hallways of the Court. Heilyn stared after him, her expression almost soft.
"Great. More children.[/b]" Shaking her head, she turned back to the paperwork that he'd initially distracted her from. "At least this one showed up without any damn diapers to change.[/b]"
