Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 15, 2010 23:08:48 GMT -5
Words: 880
Characters: Mili and Jak, mention of babbehs and brothers
Notes: A lot of internalization on the part of the Mili-bili. XD
Aimili, who was only ever Mili anymore and would only ever be Mili again, watched as the Joker rolled around on the floor, covered in the giggling and squawking forms of his daughter and her sons.
This was the way things were. In the daytime, Mili would go out into the Capital, looking for a job. A real job, one that a mother with two children should have been proud to have. She would never look back at her old life, she didn't have to. Not since Jak came along.
In some ways, she didn't understand Jak. He'd saved her from the man whose children she'd given birth to, helped her raise them both and love them as though they were his own. Mili had thought she knew what was going to happen - after all, it happened to so many Does. While she didn't expect him to trade her children away (that kind of thing didn't really seem to happen, here), she had expected... That. If nothing more, there was certain to be that.
At first, it had been an almost frightening thought.
After all, there had been an awful lot of that in her life in the months before her arrival here, and she was almost afraid at the thought that she was going to have to return to her old ways. The thought of touch made her shiver, and not in the good way. She'd assumed that having children would help her to put off the inevitable for just a little longer.
In that, she'd been right. There was affection between herself and Jak, but it was the same kind of affection Jak had for everyone living in the house, even the two somewhat-disturbing Card skins owned by himself and his brothers.
That was alright. The lack of need to do something let her focus on her sons, strong boys, though Virote often overshadowed the slightly more timid Lael. She thrived as they did, her body getting stronger as both of theirs grew with each new day. When the last of her wounds was just a scar beneath her fur and a painful memory, Mili wondered when she would be called to her duties as a woman living in his home.
As each day passed, relief at not having to perform turned into anxiety, and that turned into something else. Something twisted and curious, almost longing. Every time she looked at him she wondered if, perhaps, he did not approve of her. What if she just wasn't good enough for him? That was an easy trap to fall into, but she had indeed done so.
After all, she had no clear idea as to when he'd managed to worm his way into her affections. In the beginning, he had almost frightened her, with his many strange qualities. Every time he'd made that high-pitched, excited whine, his too-wide mouth splitting into a grin, she'd felt something in her quake with unease. Now, she couldn't help but wonder what kinds of noises might emerge from the hollow pipes on his back while --
Those thoughts were always cut short before she could pursue them, in part due to her own lingering discomfort. But really, it was hard not to like Jak. He could put on a million different forms and for a while he had, just to make her feel more comfortable. Probably at his brother's - the one with the wings, not the drunk - suggestion, it didn't exactly seem like one that Jak would come up with on his own. That just wasn't the kind of thing he always seemed to think about unless it was directly brought up. But oh, he was so sweet, and with time she'd almost found herself to be relieved when his own face emerged from whatever outfit he'd been wearing that day for whatever job he had been attending, and she no longer shied away from his touches.
So sweet. So almost-innocent. That had to be it. He was too sweet to ask something like that of her, too sweet to force her into acting if she was uncomfortable with it.
That thought was enough to make up her mind.
Her Jack - Jak - was so very unlike any other man she'd known. He loved her (as he so often said, dangling his oddly uncoordinated front legs around her shoulders and pulling her body against his in an awkward but utterly affectionate hug) for her, not for the babies he hoped she would one day give him, not because it was expected of him societally. He didn't want to get anything more from her than her company, her friendship.
Such a strange, foreign thought! She wished she could tell her family, any of them, that it had finally happened, that she finally understood the real difference between Cards and Rabbits, but there wasn't time for that.
The children had been put to bed, and Jak was alone. She could hear him shuffling along, making his way to his own bedroom. Besides Tabby, Lael, and Virote, they were alone.
It was time to make her move.
Characters: Mili and Jak, mention of babbehs and brothers
Notes: A lot of internalization on the part of the Mili-bili. XD
Aimili, who was only ever Mili anymore and would only ever be Mili again, watched as the Joker rolled around on the floor, covered in the giggling and squawking forms of his daughter and her sons.
This was the way things were. In the daytime, Mili would go out into the Capital, looking for a job. A real job, one that a mother with two children should have been proud to have. She would never look back at her old life, she didn't have to. Not since Jak came along.
In some ways, she didn't understand Jak. He'd saved her from the man whose children she'd given birth to, helped her raise them both and love them as though they were his own. Mili had thought she knew what was going to happen - after all, it happened to so many Does. While she didn't expect him to trade her children away (that kind of thing didn't really seem to happen, here), she had expected... That. If nothing more, there was certain to be that.
At first, it had been an almost frightening thought.
After all, there had been an awful lot of that in her life in the months before her arrival here, and she was almost afraid at the thought that she was going to have to return to her old ways. The thought of touch made her shiver, and not in the good way. She'd assumed that having children would help her to put off the inevitable for just a little longer.
In that, she'd been right. There was affection between herself and Jak, but it was the same kind of affection Jak had for everyone living in the house, even the two somewhat-disturbing Card skins owned by himself and his brothers.
That was alright. The lack of need to do something let her focus on her sons, strong boys, though Virote often overshadowed the slightly more timid Lael. She thrived as they did, her body getting stronger as both of theirs grew with each new day. When the last of her wounds was just a scar beneath her fur and a painful memory, Mili wondered when she would be called to her duties as a woman living in his home.
As each day passed, relief at not having to perform turned into anxiety, and that turned into something else. Something twisted and curious, almost longing. Every time she looked at him she wondered if, perhaps, he did not approve of her. What if she just wasn't good enough for him? That was an easy trap to fall into, but she had indeed done so.
After all, she had no clear idea as to when he'd managed to worm his way into her affections. In the beginning, he had almost frightened her, with his many strange qualities. Every time he'd made that high-pitched, excited whine, his too-wide mouth splitting into a grin, she'd felt something in her quake with unease. Now, she couldn't help but wonder what kinds of noises might emerge from the hollow pipes on his back while --
Those thoughts were always cut short before she could pursue them, in part due to her own lingering discomfort. But really, it was hard not to like Jak. He could put on a million different forms and for a while he had, just to make her feel more comfortable. Probably at his brother's - the one with the wings, not the drunk - suggestion, it didn't exactly seem like one that Jak would come up with on his own. That just wasn't the kind of thing he always seemed to think about unless it was directly brought up. But oh, he was so sweet, and with time she'd almost found herself to be relieved when his own face emerged from whatever outfit he'd been wearing that day for whatever job he had been attending, and she no longer shied away from his touches.
So sweet. So almost-innocent. That had to be it. He was too sweet to ask something like that of her, too sweet to force her into acting if she was uncomfortable with it.
That thought was enough to make up her mind.
Her Jack - Jak - was so very unlike any other man she'd known. He loved her (as he so often said, dangling his oddly uncoordinated front legs around her shoulders and pulling her body against his in an awkward but utterly affectionate hug) for her, not for the babies he hoped she would one day give him, not because it was expected of him societally. He didn't want to get anything more from her than her company, her friendship.
Such a strange, foreign thought! She wished she could tell her family, any of them, that it had finally happened, that she finally understood the real difference between Cards and Rabbits, but there wasn't time for that.
The children had been put to bed, and Jak was alone. She could hear him shuffling along, making his way to his own bedroom. Besides Tabby, Lael, and Virote, they were alone.
It was time to make her move.
