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runaway_tales
prompt: strawberry banana #13: "in a foul mood"
word count: 362
rating: G
summary: Tristan and his nephew, Kristopher, have a conversation about his "death"/disappearing act.
notes: Kristopher is Mariel's cousin by adoption, although legally they're siblings because her uncle (Glory) adopted both of them, but since she's almost three times his age, he calls her his aunt. He's also a pretty classic example of "asynchronous development" in gifted children.
"That's stupid!" said Kristopher. "You're stupid!" He kept his hands balled up in fists, glaring up at Tristan. Tristan, for his part, just blinked and rubbed gingerly at his nose, which Kristopher had just given a good punch.
"I know," said Tristan. "Kristopher, I -"
"You left Aunt Mariel!" said Kristopher. Tristan opened his mouth to reply, but Kristopher cut him off. "You made her really sad!"
"Kristopher, honestly, I know."
'No!" Kristopher stamped his foot. "You made Aunt Mariel sad and she went away and I missed her a lot and now you're making Miss Scarlett sad, too!"
Tristan paused. "I'm sorry you missed Mariel," he said. "I missed her, too. But Kristopher, did you ask Aya if she feels sad?"
It was Kristopher's turn to stop for a moment, considering. He blinked. "No, but you're stealing her girlfriend."
Without getting into the details, and unsure how much Kristopher knew or his father wanted him to know about his relationship with Aya and Mariel, Tristan shrugged. "Miss Scarlett and I don't hate each other, Kristopher, and I'm not going to steal Mariel from her. When adults are unhappy, we talk about what's wrong," he added, still ruefully poking at his nose and hoping it wouldn't bruise. He didn't fancy telling anyone he got beaten up by an eleven-year-old boy. "Although you pack one hell of a punch." Tristan remembered Kristopher as a quiet, sensitive child, although often a little too keen for the comfort of adults around him. "Where did you learn to do that, anyway?"
"Mr Kotobuki taught me," said Kristopher, smiling shyly. "He's a pirate," he added. "A real one. That's why he wears an eyepatch. Did you know that?"
"I did not," said Tristan. "Mariel has met all sorts of interesting people in New York, hasn't she?"
"And how." Kristopher paused and bit his lip and then, after a moment, added, "I'm sorry I punched you in the face, Mr Delacroix."
"Apology accepted," said Tristan. "Lets get back to your father before he starts to wonder where you wandered off to and why it's taking me so long to buy you some ice cream."
title: Funny Face
verse: Cactus Flower: Jazz Remix
community:runaway_tales
prompt: strawberry banana #5: "a date"
word count: 629
rating: G
summary: Aya and Tristan come home from an evening out together.
"We're home!" Aya's voice rang out through the apartment, and the cold wind followed her inside. Tristan closed the door hurriedly behind her.
Mariel, cozy in the den, closed her book and tossed it onto the end table. Aya bustled in, still busily removing her coat, shoes, hat, and fur stole, which she hung on the rack before poking her head into the small living room, where Mariel sat on the sofa with her feet on the coffee table.
"How was your date?" asked Mariel, as Aya leaned across the arm of the couch to place a kiss on her cheek.
"It was lovely. You should have come, sheik," she pouted.
"Broadway," said Mariel, wrinkling her nose.
"So you stayed home and read a dreary book instead." Aya wedged herself onto the sofa and picked up the offending book from the end table. "The Well of Loneliness," she read. "Hardly your problem, I think. Tristan, how did you marry such a bore?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Tristan, as he settled down to Mariel's other side. "Not many a man can say, with objective honesty, that his wife is beautiful. Fewer still can say she's both beautiful and handsome enough to woo a pretty girl."
"I hope you didn't marry me for my looks, Tristan Delacroix," said Mariel. She crossed her arms, but couldn't help laughing.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't marry you for your money."
"Definitely your looks," said Aya. "It certainly wasn't your charming personality."
"Avertissement," grumbled Mariel.
"Don't be so grumpy." Aya kissed placed her hand on Mariel's leg, and leaned in to give her another kiss. "I think you're swell, even if you do read terribly sad books."
"Well thank you, Miss Scarlet." Mariel settled back down on the little sofa, between her girlfriend and her husband. "Did you enjoy your show?"
"Very much thank you." Aya put her stocking feet up on the table, although it wasn't long before she wiggled a foot in between Mariel's "And Mr Delacroix was excellent company." She slid down on the couch to give Tristan an affectionate little kick.
"Thank you very much, Miss Scarlet," said Tristan, with a flourishing little bow. "Your taste in women is commendable, Mariel."
"Charmed," laughed Aya. Although she had already shed her opera gloves, she held a hand out to Tristan, who gave it a gentlemanly kiss. "Your taste in men isn't bad, either," she added, nudging Mariel with her knee.
"I'll take credit for Tristan," said Mariel, "but you, my dear Aya, were entirely unexpected."
"Something I think we can all agree on," said Tristan.
Aya preened.
Mariel snickered. "Don't talk like that, it'll all go to her head." She gave Aya a gentle nudge.
"Hmph. I think somebody is just jealous that we went on a ritzy date without her." Aya sighed dramatically, and snuggled down on the sofa next to Mariel.
"I think somebody ought to go to bed," she said. As if to prove Mariel's point, Aya yawned and stretched.
"It'll be cold," pouted Aya.
"We're coming too," said Mariel, with a questioning look at Tristan, who yawned in answer. "And you'll rumple your dress if you fall asleep on the couch."
"It is such a nice dress," said Aya. She reached back to undo the buttons down her spine, but Mariel waved her hands away and unhooked them for her. Aya took her leave then to go undress, and Mariel went to stand, but Tristan took her hand.
"You aren't jealous?" he asked, his voice quiet and serious.
"That you took Aya out on a date?" asked Mariel. Tristan nodded. "Of course I'm not, as long as you both come home."
verse: Cactus Flower: Jazz Remix
community:
runaway_tales prompt: strawberry banana #13: "in a foul mood"
word count: 362
rating: G
summary: Tristan and his nephew, Kristopher, have a conversation about his "death"/disappearing act.
notes: Kristopher is Mariel's cousin by adoption, although legally they're siblings because her uncle (Glory) adopted both of them, but since she's almost three times his age, he calls her his aunt. He's also a pretty classic example of "asynchronous development" in gifted children.
"That's stupid!" said Kristopher. "You're stupid!" He kept his hands balled up in fists, glaring up at Tristan. Tristan, for his part, just blinked and rubbed gingerly at his nose, which Kristopher had just given a good punch.
"I know," said Tristan. "Kristopher, I -"
"You left Aunt Mariel!" said Kristopher. Tristan opened his mouth to reply, but Kristopher cut him off. "You made her really sad!"
"Kristopher, honestly, I know."
'No!" Kristopher stamped his foot. "You made Aunt Mariel sad and she went away and I missed her a lot and now you're making Miss Scarlett sad, too!"
Tristan paused. "I'm sorry you missed Mariel," he said. "I missed her, too. But Kristopher, did you ask Aya if she feels sad?"
It was Kristopher's turn to stop for a moment, considering. He blinked. "No, but you're stealing her girlfriend."
Without getting into the details, and unsure how much Kristopher knew or his father wanted him to know about his relationship with Aya and Mariel, Tristan shrugged. "Miss Scarlett and I don't hate each other, Kristopher, and I'm not going to steal Mariel from her. When adults are unhappy, we talk about what's wrong," he added, still ruefully poking at his nose and hoping it wouldn't bruise. He didn't fancy telling anyone he got beaten up by an eleven-year-old boy. "Although you pack one hell of a punch." Tristan remembered Kristopher as a quiet, sensitive child, although often a little too keen for the comfort of adults around him. "Where did you learn to do that, anyway?"
"Mr Kotobuki taught me," said Kristopher, smiling shyly. "He's a pirate," he added. "A real one. That's why he wears an eyepatch. Did you know that?"
"I did not," said Tristan. "Mariel has met all sorts of interesting people in New York, hasn't she?"
"And how." Kristopher paused and bit his lip and then, after a moment, added, "I'm sorry I punched you in the face, Mr Delacroix."
"Apology accepted," said Tristan. "Lets get back to your father before he starts to wonder where you wandered off to and why it's taking me so long to buy you some ice cream."
title: Funny Face
verse: Cactus Flower: Jazz Remix
community:
runaway_tales prompt: strawberry banana #5: "a date"
word count: 629
rating: G
summary: Aya and Tristan come home from an evening out together.
"We're home!" Aya's voice rang out through the apartment, and the cold wind followed her inside. Tristan closed the door hurriedly behind her.
Mariel, cozy in the den, closed her book and tossed it onto the end table. Aya bustled in, still busily removing her coat, shoes, hat, and fur stole, which she hung on the rack before poking her head into the small living room, where Mariel sat on the sofa with her feet on the coffee table.
"How was your date?" asked Mariel, as Aya leaned across the arm of the couch to place a kiss on her cheek.
"It was lovely. You should have come, sheik," she pouted.
"Broadway," said Mariel, wrinkling her nose.
"So you stayed home and read a dreary book instead." Aya wedged herself onto the sofa and picked up the offending book from the end table. "The Well of Loneliness," she read. "Hardly your problem, I think. Tristan, how did you marry such a bore?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Tristan, as he settled down to Mariel's other side. "Not many a man can say, with objective honesty, that his wife is beautiful. Fewer still can say she's both beautiful and handsome enough to woo a pretty girl."
"I hope you didn't marry me for my looks, Tristan Delacroix," said Mariel. She crossed her arms, but couldn't help laughing.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't marry you for your money."
"Definitely your looks," said Aya. "It certainly wasn't your charming personality."
"Avertissement," grumbled Mariel.
"Don't be so grumpy." Aya kissed placed her hand on Mariel's leg, and leaned in to give her another kiss. "I think you're swell, even if you do read terribly sad books."
"Well thank you, Miss Scarlet." Mariel settled back down on the little sofa, between her girlfriend and her husband. "Did you enjoy your show?"
"Very much thank you." Aya put her stocking feet up on the table, although it wasn't long before she wiggled a foot in between Mariel's "And Mr Delacroix was excellent company." She slid down on the couch to give Tristan an affectionate little kick.
"Thank you very much, Miss Scarlet," said Tristan, with a flourishing little bow. "Your taste in women is commendable, Mariel."
"Charmed," laughed Aya. Although she had already shed her opera gloves, she held a hand out to Tristan, who gave it a gentlemanly kiss. "Your taste in men isn't bad, either," she added, nudging Mariel with her knee.
"I'll take credit for Tristan," said Mariel, "but you, my dear Aya, were entirely unexpected."
"Something I think we can all agree on," said Tristan.
Aya preened.
Mariel snickered. "Don't talk like that, it'll all go to her head." She gave Aya a gentle nudge.
"Hmph. I think somebody is just jealous that we went on a ritzy date without her." Aya sighed dramatically, and snuggled down on the sofa next to Mariel.
"I think somebody ought to go to bed," she said. As if to prove Mariel's point, Aya yawned and stretched.
"It'll be cold," pouted Aya.
"We're coming too," said Mariel, with a questioning look at Tristan, who yawned in answer. "And you'll rumple your dress if you fall asleep on the couch."
"It is such a nice dress," said Aya. She reached back to undo the buttons down her spine, but Mariel waved her hands away and unhooked them for her. Aya took her leave then to go undress, and Mariel went to stand, but Tristan took her hand.
"You aren't jealous?" he asked, his voice quiet and serious.
"That you took Aya out on a date?" asked Mariel. Tristan nodded. "Of course I'm not, as long as you both come home."
