Title: Cat's in the Cradle
Characters: Tyki, Road.
Word Count: 369.
Rating: Erp. G?
Time: Thirty minutes?
Warnings: None.
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Tyki Mikk folds Cat's Cradle absently in his hands with red threads; fine, sheer, thin red threads, and they seemed to almost glow in the light of the dim fireplace.
He spins the web of red thread ever tighter and Road, with her candy-sweet voice, declares that she is bored.
"So go find something to do," Says Tyki Mikk, and the red strands pull tighter, and firelight jumps in the fireplace.
Road huffs a candy-sweet sigh.
"Won't you play with me?" Her little voice echoes.
There's the tinkling of something breaking in the background, but Tyki Mikk is preoccupied and Road Kamelot is, too, and neither of them notice, or perhaps neither of them care very much for the shattering of glass or something equally precious.
"Perhaps," He says, and Tyki Mikk's game at an end, with a single movement of his hand the web is lost, and the red threads lose their shine and the wicked life goes out of them.
"Come here," He calls to Sister, and, curious, Road Kamelot obeys. "Give me your hand."
She gives it to him, intrigued, and Tyki Mikk begins his game of red thread again.
This time the crimson thread spans two hands, and two wicked hearts.
"They say," Says Tyki Mikk, weaving the thin lines between his and his little sister's fingers until they are so entangled that it looks nigh impossible to undo and escape. "That this is the oldest game in history. Do you believe that, Road?"
She ponders for a moment, watching her brother's delft hands, and shakes her head no.
"Well I think it's quite dull," Road says, a candy-sweet smile on her face and a candy-sweet glint in her eye, but now it has gone bitter. "I can think of many more games lots more fun than this."
Tyki Mikk stops his game, shrugging, and with another slight movement of his hand, the thread goes limp and un-knots itself.
"What a tangled web we weave..." Says Tyki, and the crimson dissolves away as if burned like a candle wick. "When we practice to deceive."
"Tyki," Road whines. "Play with me now? A good game, this time."
Tyki Mikk smiles at his sister. "But of course."