"Goodbye, Koltira and crew." Thassarian said with a smile at his step-daughter and his lover.
"Goodbye, Thassarian." Sitara answered, standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Vanay sulie, Melamin.*Fair Winds, My Love" Koltira added his own goodbye, laying a gentle kiss on his human's mouth.
Sitara watched them, knowing that if she didn't stop them soon enough, Thassarian would be late for the council he was going to. Finally, she said, (and quiet loudly): "Oh, save it for after the council!"
Thassarian pulled away from Koltira, who did nothing to remove himself from the other man's arms. "After the Council." He agreed, kissing the point of Koltira's tapered ear. Said elf gasped, then let out a soft moan when Thassarian gripped the tip of his ear in his teeth and tugged a few times.
"Not in front of Sitara." He managed to gasp out, just as Sitara grumbled, "You two make me sick."
Thassarian smirked. With a last kiss for both of them, he left their home. Sitara flounced back to her plush armchair, and pouted in it.
"What's wrong?" Koltira questioned.
"Thass is gone for the entire day, daddy!" She answered with a sigh.
Koltira felt his ice-made heart warm at her name for him. He went towards the chair, and gripped her firmly, lifting her. He sat down in the chair and sat her on top of him, feeling her curl up against his blue tunic, listening for a heartbeat that would never come.
"Well, I suppose that we'll just have to find something to do." He suggested reasonably.
Sitara seemed to be thinking. He thought as well. They most certainly would've made good statues for any museum, had they been sculpted.
"Why don't I teach you to cook?" Koltira said randomly.
"You can cook?" Sitara's voice was filled with blank shock. "You can't even eat!"
"I used to eat everyday." He reminded her, placed his small hand against her stomach. "Just like you do."
She sat still for a moment, then nodded and hopped off of him. "Sure, teach me to cook, oh wise kitchen guru!"
He smiled, not knowing was chaos was facing him in just a few moments.
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"The warden threw a party in the county prison band was there and they began to band was jumpin and the joint began to swing." Sitara sang to herself as she watched Koltira pull ingredients out.
He paused. "You know Pelvis Resley?"
"Duh! He's, like, the King of Music." She answered, then started singing again.
After listening for a few moments, Koltira grinned and joined in. "Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,Little Joe was blowin on the slide drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,The whole rhythm section was the purple rock, everybody, lets in the whole cell blockWas dancin to the jailhouse rock."
They both dissolved into giggles, identical grins on their faces.
"Ahem." Koltira held back another fit of laughter and informer his daughter, in a relatively normal voice, began to explain what they were making.
It could have been so simple. They were baking a blackberry pie, and making a few random other things (she insisted on making Fried Green Tomatoes.)
As Koltira cooked one of the meat dishes, he blinked as a fried green tomato invaded his personal space. "Whaddya think?" Sitara asked.
He bit into it, chewed, and swallowed. "It's okay."
"The truth."
He was quiet, smiled slightly, and ducked his head. "It's terrible."
Sitara looked stunned, then walked over to the counter behind him. "Well, don't be shy about your opinion."
"I won't."
Sitara looked at the glass of water beside her. Smirking, she grabbed it, placed a hand on her father's shoulder, and splashed it all over his face. Turning back to the counter, she heard Koltira spin around to stare at her. "What was that for?"
"I thought you needed to cool off." She answered easily.
Koltira looked at the water glass he had. Grabbing it, he soaked Sitara, from her neck to her knees in a perfect waterline. Sitara stood still, even as he'd turned back to cooking. She reached over, and gripped a handful of now-squished blackberries. Walking over to Koltira, she rubbed them all over his face with a laugh.
He immediately responded by covering half of her face with chocolate icing, laughing as well. She lunged for the berries, while he tossed handfuls of flour all over her. Laughing, they fell to the ground, extremely involved in their food fight.
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Thassarian sighed. The council was disbanded extremely early, only a half on hour into it, as Varian and Garrosh had gone at it like squirrels having a death match. As he opened the door to his house and quietly closed it behind him, he was surprised to hear shouts and laughter coming from the kitchen, non-stop.
Curious, he quickly headed to the source of the sounds. Koltira and Sitara, covered in what they were suppose to be cooking, met him. He stared, stunned, as a giggling Sitara put an arm around her father's waist and said, "He's…teaching…me to…cook!" Both of them laughed harder at this.
Koltira, smirking, playfully spread a line of chocolate icing across Thassarian, from his forehead to the middle of his shirt. Sitara cheered.
"Now I know why I never leave you two alone." He said, laughing.
They grinned. Koltira, slightly calmer, announced: "Time to clean up."
Sitara didn't hear. "I'm stick and covered in goop and stuffs. Who can I hug?"
Thassarian backed away as she approached, Koltira laughing and walking over to help his daughter.
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A/N: Okay, writers block, I have no idea where to go with Sitara now, so, help?
Anyway, this is after she meets Koltira for reals and they all become a happy family. Just somethng for ya'll while I think. Based on the food fight scene in Fried Green Tomatoes.