Eros | Eric Eleutherios (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eleutherios) wrote2008-02-19 01:10 pm
eleutherios) wrote2008-02-19 01:10 pm
OOM: Upstairs Milliways
Eros stands outside of apartment 111, and waits. And winces.
"Hub bub bub bub."
"I hope you're not drooling again," he says, hesitantly.
"Bub bub bub bub."
"You are, aren't you?"
"Bub bub!"
"What did I tell you? If you're going to argue then you're going to have to use normal words like everyone else."
There is a long pause. Then, the voice which had previously been speaking nonsense says, "Down."
"Fine."
Eros complies, kneeling down and swinging the small child off of his shoulder, letting her stand on the floor. She wobbles slightly but stands upright, using one hand to grasp his trousers. Apparently pleased with herself, she turns to look up at Eros, fixing him with a stern look through her golden blond curls.
"Bear."
Brushing off his knees as he stands upright, Eros reaches for the pocket of his finely-tailored suit jacket, which is bulging in a most unfashionable manner - stuffed as it is with plush animal. After a brief moment of wrestling and one or two snapped stitches, he, grumbling, pulls out a teddy bear. It's not quite a regular teddy bear - for one thing it's been modelled more on a grizzly than anything else, and its tiny plastic fangs and claws clearly state: Serious Business.
The child takes the bear and immediately sticks its head into her mouth.
Eros continues his wait, watching the door and looking pained.
A minute or so passes.
Finally the little girl takes the bear's head out of her mouth again. "Open," she says firmly.
"It's not quite that simple," Eros mumbles.
The girl seems to consider this. "Open!" And she swings the bear like a weapon.
"No, wait, I'm not quite ready to -!"
But it's too late. The bear strikes the door three times with surprising force, resulting in a tone that could only be described as a knock.
Eros sighs, and covers his eyes with one hand. "Oh, here we go."
"Hub bub bub bub."
"I hope you're not drooling again," he says, hesitantly.
"Bub bub bub bub."
"You are, aren't you?"
"Bub bub!"
"What did I tell you? If you're going to argue then you're going to have to use normal words like everyone else."
There is a long pause. Then, the voice which had previously been speaking nonsense says, "Down."
"Fine."
Eros complies, kneeling down and swinging the small child off of his shoulder, letting her stand on the floor. She wobbles slightly but stands upright, using one hand to grasp his trousers. Apparently pleased with herself, she turns to look up at Eros, fixing him with a stern look through her golden blond curls.
"Bear."
Brushing off his knees as he stands upright, Eros reaches for the pocket of his finely-tailored suit jacket, which is bulging in a most unfashionable manner - stuffed as it is with plush animal. After a brief moment of wrestling and one or two snapped stitches, he, grumbling, pulls out a teddy bear. It's not quite a regular teddy bear - for one thing it's been modelled more on a grizzly than anything else, and its tiny plastic fangs and claws clearly state: Serious Business.
The child takes the bear and immediately sticks its head into her mouth.
Eros continues his wait, watching the door and looking pained.
A minute or so passes.
Finally the little girl takes the bear's head out of her mouth again. "Open," she says firmly.
"It's not quite that simple," Eros mumbles.
The girl seems to consider this. "Open!" And she swings the bear like a weapon.
"No, wait, I'm not quite ready to -!"
But it's too late. The bear strikes the door three times with surprising force, resulting in a tone that could only be described as a knock.
Eros sighs, and covers his eyes with one hand. "Oh, here we go."
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"Hi. God."
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"I... I'm not believing what I'm hearing," she stammers.
"You stole an embryo from my uterus. Without my consent. And... what? Implanted it in a random female neighbor, who subsequently gestated it and gave birth?"
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He presses his hands against the little girl's ears, and whispers, "I did it myself."
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"You? You gestated our child?"
Her blood is boiling with rage now, and it shows. But somehow she manages not to explode. The child is working as a very convenient shield against the wrath of Goldilocks. Even if Eros hadn't intended to use her that way, Goldy assumes that it was all part of his plan, and starts hating him for that too.
"What the f..."
Thinking better of the cuss word, she breaks off and takes a very deep and jittery breath. Her fingers press into her temples and her face up screws up comically as she fights to keep her anger in check.
Her daughter seems to find this amusing. She points at Goldy's contorted expression and giggles.
"Silly!"
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Eros puts his daughter down the floor and gives her a gentle shove towards the television, which is now displaying shots of a man shovelling horse manure. "Go on, Sunshine, watch the pretty ponies," he says, then turns his attention towards Goldy.
"Are you okay? Do you want some water or something?"
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Fury and nausea are waging a fierce war inside Goldy. Under a terrifying glower her cheeks are flaming red, in stark contrast to the sickly pallor that shows across the rest of her face.
That sentence never gets completed.
Without warning, she lurches off the bed and runs to the bathroom.
Sounds of violent retching soon follow.
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Once inside he hovers, not wanting to approach her - hunched as she is over the toilet - and swings the door behind him, leaving it slightly ajar to keep his daughter within earshot. "Uh," he begins, feeling incredibly awkward, "Anything I can do to help? I mean, I know you probably won't believe me, but I had morning sickness like a - well, like a mother for a couple weeks early on there... So I do sympathize."
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A half turn and a short step brings her up to the god.
Her face is now drawn and weary. All the emotion has drained from it. She lifts her hands and, for lack of anywhere better, places them on his shoulders. Her head lolls down as she leans in and lets him take some of her weight. She seems exhausted, both physically and mentally.
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Now, how would a mortal react in this situation? Mentally, he runs down a list of possible responses, gathered from thousands of years of observing human behaviour. Ah, yes...
Gently, he pats Goldy on the back. "There, there."
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The grip on his shoulders suddenly tightens.
And up comes the Fable's bare knee, with considerable force.
CHUD!
As always, her aim is perfect.
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"Ow."
And with knees and eyes crossing, Eros collapses like a poorly-constructed high-rise on a Fox News special.
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She then looks down at the writhing god and smiles, more than satisfied with the results of her attack.
"You're getting off lightly with that," she comments.
"So think yourself lucky."
Color is already returning to her face, and she seems to be entering that state of Zen-like calm that often occurs after her more frenzied acts of violence. Such acts work cathartic wonders for her, even if they're not too constructive for the victims.
"...It's okay, sweetie," she then coos to her daughter, who has just pushed the door open in order to investigate the ruckus. Worried little eyes are trying to comprehend the scene. "Daddy just tripped. He's such a klutz sometimes."
Smiling with reassuring brightness, Goldy steps over the man in question and crouches down in front of her little girl.
"He's just pretending to be in agonizing pain. He's fine really."
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The girl seems to find the whole situation quite amusing. Giggling, she toddles past Goldy and begins smacking her father about the head with her stuffed bear. "Rarr!"
Eros tucks an arm over his head to defend his eyes from the bear's sharper plastic bits, but this serves only to have the girl redouble her efforts. "Et tu, Eleanor?"
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"Attagirl," she says encouragingly.
Goldy has to admit to herself that she... Eleanor, is quite adorable. Surprising really. She must have inherited that aspect of her personality from her dad.
She ponders the child's name for a little while.
"Eleanor. That's actually... nice. I like it. Well done on that front, at least."
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The little girl pulls back, pouting. Then she turns to Goldy, looking thoughtful. After a moment she holds out the animal - gently, like an offering. "Bear," she says. As an afterthought she adds, "Rarr."
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"Aw. Thank you, darling. Mommy likes bears."
"Very much."
It's not like a millennium's worth of locked up maternal instincts are suddenly bursting free. But it's a start. Where it goes from here remains to be seen...
The Fable ushers her child out of bathroom then starts to leave herself. As an afterthought she turns on her heel and returns to the fallen god's side.
A hand is silently offered to him.
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"Oh."
Slowly but keenly he breaks into a grin. Grateful for this sign of forgiveness, he grabs hold of her helping hand, and uses it to pull himself up, babbling all the while.
"I knew this would be a good idea. I mean at first I was sort of afraid, but I knew that once you actually met her you'd see, she's a really great kid. The three of us together... it'll be great."
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She waits until he's upright.
Then slams her fist into his gut.
So much for forgiveness.
"Mommy?"
"Coming, sweetie!"