Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder
pt9
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"How was your day, Callidan?" Uncle asked when I came in the door. I nodded, sick of Japanese and too mentally exhausted for English. I wasn't used to thinking so much in one day. When I moved here Uncle spoke to me in English, Nagi rarely spoke, and Shuldich. When he spoke, his words echoed in my mind in the non-language of thoughts, I instantly knew when he was saying without having to think about it [1]. Uncle looked me over carefully from the couch. I went to him; he cautiously put his arms around me. Neither of us said anything. "It'll get better," he told me in English.
"Everything's fine," I responded in English. He nodded, but he didn't believe me. Nagi came into the room and ignored us, except to bring me a cup of green tea (exactly the way I liked it) and a goblet of wine for my Uncle. Uncle whispered a thank you to the boy, I said nothing.
"Why did mother hate you?" I asked suddenly in English.
"She didn't like my style," He told me; "She didn't like how outrageous [2] I am."
"You sound almost sad,"
"Your mother was very beautiful," He smiled to himself, "Your father was very lucky."
"No," I said without thinking, "He was not lucky, he was chained."
"Most grudges are resolved after death," I mewed slightly and cuddled closer to him, not wanting him to continue and see less in me. He murmured my name, and called me beautiful.
I fell asleep in his arms. I didn't sleep long and I dreamt very little but when I did I saw Shuldich as if he was in my head watching my dream. I ignored him, let him watch. I felt almost as if I was watching as well, like it wasn't my dream. I felt out of place and tried to sink into the shadows but I seemed to make me stand out even more so I went to stand next to Shuldich. As soon as I settled the dream started. I dreamt of my parents. They were younger and my mother's hair was longer. Uncle was there too, he stood close to my mother and his hand twitched as if he wanted to touch her. She turned to him and bared her teeth, something I'd never seen my mother do before.
"Brad," She said, "Stay away from her, Brad. We want her to never know you exist," My father bit his lip. He didn't agree, I could tell.
"As you wish," Uncle said softly and walked away. I wanted to fallow him, comfort him like I could never do outside dreams, but I was frozen in place to finish the dream.
"He is my brother," My father told my mother, "I refuse to accept this," Never had I heard my father argue with my mother. I was taken aback. "You can't pretend Brad doesn't exist." The two disappeared, I could move again and Shuldich and I were alone.
"Remember," Shuldich told me sternly, "remember what you've seen here." I woke with a start, Uncle was watching me.
"You look like your mother when you sleep," He told me.
"You've watched her sleep?" I asked. He promptly shook his head. I nodded slightly, I almost believed him, until I remembered how his hand had twitched in my dream, longing to touch my mother. But it was nothing but a dream. I will remember it. "I have homework," He nodded.
"Have a good sleep?" Shuldich purred as I passed his room. I turned to look at him. He leaned on the door jam like he did it purely for looks, like he knew it made his naked chest look all the more appealing [3]. I gulped slightly.
"I had a wonderful sleep," I said, trying to sound snobbish,
"All cuddled up in your Uncle's arms dreaming about how sexy his muscles feel holding you," He trailed his eyes over me as he spoke. Both his words and his eyes sent shivers up my spine. Shuldich smiled evilly.
"He's my Uncle, Shuldich," I snapped, trying to sound sure of myself, "That is disgusting."
"Of course, Lieb," He smiled and looked me over again, "That little school outfit makes you look like a walking wet dream," Shuldich purred from the back of his throat and ran his hand through the air as if caressing me without touching me. It did nothing for me. But still I ran from him. I felt silly, always fleeing from Shuldich, but his vulgarity and my irrational fear of him combined with startling results. The only way I could find to escape it was to escape him.
"Remember," He called as I ran away. I ignored him and kept running.
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Author's Notes: [1] - Isn't that sweet? To save her the trouble of having to translate, Shuldich uses his telepathy to help her. I thought it was sweet.
[2] - Outrageous. Of course dear.
[3] - *drools* ok, I'm better now. (Sigh, my author's notes are becoming attack of the fan girl.)
pt9
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"How was your day, Callidan?" Uncle asked when I came in the door. I nodded, sick of Japanese and too mentally exhausted for English. I wasn't used to thinking so much in one day. When I moved here Uncle spoke to me in English, Nagi rarely spoke, and Shuldich. When he spoke, his words echoed in my mind in the non-language of thoughts, I instantly knew when he was saying without having to think about it [1]. Uncle looked me over carefully from the couch. I went to him; he cautiously put his arms around me. Neither of us said anything. "It'll get better," he told me in English.
"Everything's fine," I responded in English. He nodded, but he didn't believe me. Nagi came into the room and ignored us, except to bring me a cup of green tea (exactly the way I liked it) and a goblet of wine for my Uncle. Uncle whispered a thank you to the boy, I said nothing.
"Why did mother hate you?" I asked suddenly in English.
"She didn't like my style," He told me; "She didn't like how outrageous [2] I am."
"You sound almost sad,"
"Your mother was very beautiful," He smiled to himself, "Your father was very lucky."
"No," I said without thinking, "He was not lucky, he was chained."
"Most grudges are resolved after death," I mewed slightly and cuddled closer to him, not wanting him to continue and see less in me. He murmured my name, and called me beautiful.
I fell asleep in his arms. I didn't sleep long and I dreamt very little but when I did I saw Shuldich as if he was in my head watching my dream. I ignored him, let him watch. I felt almost as if I was watching as well, like it wasn't my dream. I felt out of place and tried to sink into the shadows but I seemed to make me stand out even more so I went to stand next to Shuldich. As soon as I settled the dream started. I dreamt of my parents. They were younger and my mother's hair was longer. Uncle was there too, he stood close to my mother and his hand twitched as if he wanted to touch her. She turned to him and bared her teeth, something I'd never seen my mother do before.
"Brad," She said, "Stay away from her, Brad. We want her to never know you exist," My father bit his lip. He didn't agree, I could tell.
"As you wish," Uncle said softly and walked away. I wanted to fallow him, comfort him like I could never do outside dreams, but I was frozen in place to finish the dream.
"He is my brother," My father told my mother, "I refuse to accept this," Never had I heard my father argue with my mother. I was taken aback. "You can't pretend Brad doesn't exist." The two disappeared, I could move again and Shuldich and I were alone.
"Remember," Shuldich told me sternly, "remember what you've seen here." I woke with a start, Uncle was watching me.
"You look like your mother when you sleep," He told me.
"You've watched her sleep?" I asked. He promptly shook his head. I nodded slightly, I almost believed him, until I remembered how his hand had twitched in my dream, longing to touch my mother. But it was nothing but a dream. I will remember it. "I have homework," He nodded.
"Have a good sleep?" Shuldich purred as I passed his room. I turned to look at him. He leaned on the door jam like he did it purely for looks, like he knew it made his naked chest look all the more appealing [3]. I gulped slightly.
"I had a wonderful sleep," I said, trying to sound snobbish,
"All cuddled up in your Uncle's arms dreaming about how sexy his muscles feel holding you," He trailed his eyes over me as he spoke. Both his words and his eyes sent shivers up my spine. Shuldich smiled evilly.
"He's my Uncle, Shuldich," I snapped, trying to sound sure of myself, "That is disgusting."
"Of course, Lieb," He smiled and looked me over again, "That little school outfit makes you look like a walking wet dream," Shuldich purred from the back of his throat and ran his hand through the air as if caressing me without touching me. It did nothing for me. But still I ran from him. I felt silly, always fleeing from Shuldich, but his vulgarity and my irrational fear of him combined with startling results. The only way I could find to escape it was to escape him.
"Remember," He called as I ran away. I ignored him and kept running.
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Author's Notes: [1] - Isn't that sweet? To save her the trouble of having to translate, Shuldich uses his telepathy to help her. I thought it was sweet.
[2] - Outrageous. Of course dear.
[3] - *drools* ok, I'm better now. (Sigh, my author's notes are becoming attack of the fan girl.)
