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AM 118It wasn't easy to keep from dancing around the subject, it was just that kind of subject. "Look I'm going to try to just spell it out. It's a little difficult, so if you can be slightly patient with me, that will be appreciated."
She just nodded, looking extremely cool doing so.
"Okay. I am only half human. The other half of me, is demonic, quite literally." She smiled at that, which would normally have made me nervous, but then it actually put me at ease. "As you can imagine, that affects my life. Especially my love life. I have to be picky about sexual partners, because I only get to choose once."
"Interesting Well, it's lucky you fell on Nat. He has enough hormones for about three teenagers his age, but he knows how to keep them in check."
Ha. If that was true, then I would have to be careful and not tease him again. What had happ
AM 117We pulled up by a very nice looking little café. The kind I used to take Adam to and he used to refer to as the most obvious evidence towards my being gay besides himself. I liked them, they were small and intimate and the coffee was always good, and they usually played good music. It was the kind of place that would give Uncle Kyle convulsions.
I hopped out of the car and hurried around to open Cordy's door for her, she gave me a weird smile, "If you did that any faster you'd seriously hurt yourself "
I shrugged, trying not to show that I was slightly out of breath, "It comes with the job." I tried to say smoothly as I took her hand and closed the door behind her. She laughed slightly, "Of being a prince?"
"Of course not," I bent to kiss her hand, "of being in love with a real princess."
I heard a slightly strangled sigh, and she started out of the parking lot, taking her hand with her and almost whapping me in the nose. Dammit, what had I done wrong? I hurried after h
AM 116Lil's younger brother was different than I might have expected, if I'd ever really taken the time to think about him. She had mentioned him in passing a few times, but we'd never talked about him. My first impression had had a great deal to do with his teeth, but that wasn't anyone's fault. It was kind of like Eric's hair, one could only hope that he'd grow into it. He seemed like an energetic kid who bounded around with a great deal of purpose. I wasn't entirely sure what he thought of me though.
Although, after the mortifying way he'd first seen me, I wasn't surprised that he was giving me such a contemptuous high-and-mighty stare. Being woken up by Lil had been nice, and I couldn't help thinking that it would continue to be nice and only get better, especially Never mind, never mind. Her little brother had been there watching us, which sucked.
"How can you not know what you want
AM 115Ooooohhhhhhh help.
You'd think a shorter skinnier than average 11 year old wouldn't be enough to have me quaking in my boots, but in this case it really really was. And it wasn't so much that I knew for a fact that he could probably snap my spine in two by some weird archaic Japanese finger-twitching method, it was the fact that he was Mai's little brother and had more than enough incentive to actually carry out said finger-twitching.
"Sss good to have you back!" I said finally, when he seemed to be safely surrounded by parental units and there weren't any other kids around to embarrass me in front of. He looked over at me and bared his teeth. "We need to talk."
Don't gulp. Gah too late. Man, Uncle Dice was less frightening than Takuya was turning out to be. "OK." At least my voice was steady kinda.
The little monster turned and walked off very military fashion, obviously expecting me to follow obediently. This kid drove me nuts. I sighed and followed, shoving my hand
AM 114I wanted to hug Aulma and find out if she'd let me swing her around and kiss her in front of everybody. But that probably would have made it worse, so I tried just smiling and glowing at her.
Adam was worse off than me, which was rare. His face had become a color that would have fit somewhere in between red and purple quite comfortably. He spit out some vowels and generally just made even more of a fool of himself, until Takuya actually went forward and glomped him.
For a guy who was so rigid-looking and abnormally stern, it was funny how much Takuya seemed to like hugs. It worked out, too, since everybody liked hugging him. Of course, it didn't really last long, but it made Adam turn some more interesting colors, which was a good thing in my book. Haha.
Of course, after the glomping came the merciless tickling. Takuya must have found out about Adam dating his sister, because he had that look of evil glee mixe
AM 113Holy mother of Mario, I jumped back, still holding onto Eric and trying not to stumble or get partially maimed by the tiny tornado terror in front of me. "Whoa there Mr. Lee, I mean no harm, I come in peace!" to prove this I spread my arms and Eric dropped to the floor with a quiet thump and a quieter squeak. He still managed to say, "He's alright, Takuya." Though.
OK, gotta make a new first impression on the kid, or that suspicious squint will just keep coming. I made an elaborate bow, "I-" I made another more elaborate one, "am-" I curtsied, "Duncan." Then I held out a hand, "De Garo. I am a friend to Her Highness princess of Roslin and subsequently her pretty little boy toy which you see before you."
At least the squint was gone, but the eyebrows were climbing. He looked at me, then at the coyly blushing Eric, back at me. He said nothing for a while, then slowly an arm rose with a hand at the end and a rudely pointing finger at the end of that. At least it was aimed at Er
AM 112FINALLY! At last, it was what my parents called 'a decent hour', which meant that I could jump onto the foot of their bed and wake up. After I made sure that the door wasn't locked. It wasn't, so I ran in and hopped onto the bed.
Dad 'garrumphed' and Ma laughed a little, but she sounded really tired. Gah. I should have waited longer. I should have let them sleep 'til noon. They looked exhausted. "Ah, good morning," I said, in English, might as well start to get used to doing that right away, "Can we go see everybody now? Or uh, do you want to sleep more ?"
I crawled in between them and snuggled with Ma a bit, waiting for an answer. Apparently Dad had fallen back asleep, because he was snoring and chewing on his pillow, mumbling softly. "We can go now, if you want," Ma said, stroking my hair. "I'm sorry that not many of us could go to the ai
AM 111Yay he didn't snore! I grinned down at my sleeping little Jake, he was hugging the pillow with his arms and legs, the blanket was only barely clinging to the side of his hip and he seemed to be humming something Hawaiian? I thought I could actually make out the word 'Aloha'
I looked over at Izzy who was leaning on the doorframe and raising an eyebrow at me, "He seems . Niiicee ."
"Oh shut up. He's a lot more fun conscious." I shot over my shoulder, then leaned down to kiss Jake's nose, and I nuzzled his cheek. He giggled softly without opening his eyes and reached out to pull me into the bed with him, "G'mrnn "
I had to bite down hard on the shriek of laughter that was trying to escape me, but instead I snuggled him, "Good morning, Fairy Prince "
"Don't ever call me that " he mumbled, and kissed the top of my head. He kicked the pillow out of the way and wrapped his legs around me, I almost cried out in happiness. This was so much fun! I'd never bee
AM 110Oh god. Someone just kill me. Somehow ! Pleeeeeaaaase
My right eye was horrendously swollen, and Duncan was dragging me to the ice barrel to take care of it. It was hard not to moan piteously. This kind of thing had never happened to me before! And why around him?! God god god.
I wanted a cigarette, dammit.
Chances were that Duncan was one of those annoyingly health-conscious friends who would give me a lecture if I brought up the subject. Damn.
When we got to the barrel, he took off his shirt and wrapped some ice up in it, then handed me the swaddled icepack thing. I sighed and thanked him.
"No problem. How're you feeling?"
" can I answer that question after I kill myself? Or suffer an amnesia-inducing blow to the head?"
"Hey, if that didn't give you amnesia, then nothing will."
If I had been a more violent person, I might have broken his toes.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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