Post by Elkeid on May 6, 2014 16:49:35 GMT
This morning was like any other. Elkeid rose early, with a small, black werecat curled up at her side like an oversized housecat, and allowed him to sleep a little while longer while she went through the motions of getting ready for the day. It was pretty typical stuff, so not much of it was very remarkable. Well, that was not entirely true. She had bartered some new soap and shampoo from a merchant the previous day, and had yet to use them until now. Both products carried subtle scents of berries and cucumbers, the latter of which was used to cleanse her body with. The berry scented shampoo was obviously for her hair. Both scents faintly radiated from her after leaving the bath, so much so that she applied even lesser perfume than usual, so as not to overwhelm them. Her heels lightly clicked across the floor as she returned to her room, just in time to see Sorrel stirring.
Elkeid teased the ends of her still damp hair into something more presentable. She was wearing her Exorcist garbs rather than her standard armor for a change, but still equipped her jeweled accessories and scarf. They were both fashionable and functional. Most of them also enhanced her fighting prowess and Exorcist skills. The woman hummed softly to herself as she went about the room, performing small chores and waking Sorrel from his slumber. "Ingénue~. I just don't know what to do…"
Sorrel squinted at her throw sleep filled eyes. "Whatcha singing, mum? And what's an ingénue?"
"The song is 'Living In Mono,' and 'ingénue' is French for a naïve girl or young woman."
"Oh… So you're neither of those things, huh, mum?"
Elkeid furrowed her brow at the boy's tactlessness. "Go take your bath and get dressed, Sorrel."
"Oh muuum! Do I haaave to?"
A glare from Elk made the boy scamper off, though not without complaint. He could really use an extra dose of discipline, especially since whatever she was doing was not wholly effective. Perhaps he could benefit from a "father figure" in his life? From what Elk knew about his life in the real world, Sorrel had two mothers, a slew of aunts and female family friends, but a great lack of male influence. It had also come to her attention that he had been thoroughly coddled from an early age, and was accustomed to getting his way.
The boy had told her several times before that she resembled his birth mother, and was even hell bent on pairing her up with another woman - to no avail. The women Sorrel introduced her to were far from her type. They were too…chipper and eager to indulge the boy. Elkeid was not interested in becoming Sorrel's official adoptive mother, either, a fact which he proved to be beyond his comprehension. It had nothing at all to do with the slight tentativeness she felt about starting a family. None whatsoever. 'Whatever helps you sleep at night, Faust.' Sure, that five year dry spell may have left her rusty when it came to relationships, but she was not afraid to swing back into the saddle if the opportunity presented itself. Starting a family was a huge commitment; you were either bringing a new life into the world or into your household. It was not something you could just walk away or take a break from.
'Ugh. Thanks to Sorrel, she now had a queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. Had she eaten a swarm of butterflies last night? She pressed a hand against her stomach and leaned against the small dresser beside her bed, an unpleasant memory of a pregnancy scare pulling forth from some old memories. Uncertainties such as these made her uneasy beyond a physical level. Her early childhood and most of puberty were awkward and confusing times for her, and became a thing of a past once she delved deeper into secondary education. Her lack of confidence before then stemmed from her difficulty understanding speech and distinguishing it from other sounds. There was also the shy demeanor she carried around back then; she was reluctant to talk to people, afraid that she would be seen as a lumbering idiot who struggled with the simplest of words. Couple that with some irrational anger and a desire to lash out when teased, and you had the beginnings of a troublemaker in your midst. Adult interference, counseling, and friends could be a wonderful thing.
Elkeid took a few deep breaths and lifted her head from the cool top of the dresser. When had she…? Oh well. It did not matter right now. That momentary lapse of doubt had passed, so now she could focus on what needed to be done. Today was one that was to be spent on raising her Exorcist subclass. There was no time to wallow in self-pity, and definitely not when Sorrel was around. She disliked being seen as weak or pitiable. It reminded her too much of the sad stares people in the know of her condition gave her throughout her childhood and school days. Even in university… 'Damn it, Faustine. Get your act together.' The dresser shook as she drove her fists into it. What on earth was wrong with her today? "Sorrel. Come along, now." She had to get out of this room before she lost all control and retreated under the false safety of her blanket.
Sorrel tottered in a few seconds later, the fur on the top half of his small body exposed and sticking out in every direction. He stifled a yawn while tugging at his trousers, and sleepily scampered around as he donned the rest of his armor. Elk wondered if the boy took an actual bath or a whore's bath out of the sink. The latter seemed like something he would do, given his dislike of water. "Where are we going, mum?"
"Out," was the only explanation she gave him, and he accepted it this time without question.
Elkeid teased the ends of her still damp hair into something more presentable. She was wearing her Exorcist garbs rather than her standard armor for a change, but still equipped her jeweled accessories and scarf. They were both fashionable and functional. Most of them also enhanced her fighting prowess and Exorcist skills. The woman hummed softly to herself as she went about the room, performing small chores and waking Sorrel from his slumber. "Ingénue~. I just don't know what to do…"
Sorrel squinted at her throw sleep filled eyes. "Whatcha singing, mum? And what's an ingénue?"
"The song is 'Living In Mono,' and 'ingénue' is French for a naïve girl or young woman."
"Oh… So you're neither of those things, huh, mum?"
Elkeid furrowed her brow at the boy's tactlessness. "Go take your bath and get dressed, Sorrel."
"Oh muuum! Do I haaave to?"
A glare from Elk made the boy scamper off, though not without complaint. He could really use an extra dose of discipline, especially since whatever she was doing was not wholly effective. Perhaps he could benefit from a "father figure" in his life? From what Elk knew about his life in the real world, Sorrel had two mothers, a slew of aunts and female family friends, but a great lack of male influence. It had also come to her attention that he had been thoroughly coddled from an early age, and was accustomed to getting his way.
The boy had told her several times before that she resembled his birth mother, and was even hell bent on pairing her up with another woman - to no avail. The women Sorrel introduced her to were far from her type. They were too…chipper and eager to indulge the boy. Elkeid was not interested in becoming Sorrel's official adoptive mother, either, a fact which he proved to be beyond his comprehension. It had nothing at all to do with the slight tentativeness she felt about starting a family. None whatsoever. 'Whatever helps you sleep at night, Faust.' Sure, that five year dry spell may have left her rusty when it came to relationships, but she was not afraid to swing back into the saddle if the opportunity presented itself. Starting a family was a huge commitment; you were either bringing a new life into the world or into your household. It was not something you could just walk away or take a break from.
'Ugh. Thanks to Sorrel, she now had a queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. Had she eaten a swarm of butterflies last night? She pressed a hand against her stomach and leaned against the small dresser beside her bed, an unpleasant memory of a pregnancy scare pulling forth from some old memories. Uncertainties such as these made her uneasy beyond a physical level. Her early childhood and most of puberty were awkward and confusing times for her, and became a thing of a past once she delved deeper into secondary education. Her lack of confidence before then stemmed from her difficulty understanding speech and distinguishing it from other sounds. There was also the shy demeanor she carried around back then; she was reluctant to talk to people, afraid that she would be seen as a lumbering idiot who struggled with the simplest of words. Couple that with some irrational anger and a desire to lash out when teased, and you had the beginnings of a troublemaker in your midst. Adult interference, counseling, and friends could be a wonderful thing.
Elkeid took a few deep breaths and lifted her head from the cool top of the dresser. When had she…? Oh well. It did not matter right now. That momentary lapse of doubt had passed, so now she could focus on what needed to be done. Today was one that was to be spent on raising her Exorcist subclass. There was no time to wallow in self-pity, and definitely not when Sorrel was around. She disliked being seen as weak or pitiable. It reminded her too much of the sad stares people in the know of her condition gave her throughout her childhood and school days. Even in university… 'Damn it, Faustine. Get your act together.' The dresser shook as she drove her fists into it. What on earth was wrong with her today? "Sorrel. Come along, now." She had to get out of this room before she lost all control and retreated under the false safety of her blanket.
Sorrel tottered in a few seconds later, the fur on the top half of his small body exposed and sticking out in every direction. He stifled a yawn while tugging at his trousers, and sleepily scampered around as he donned the rest of his armor. Elk wondered if the boy took an actual bath or a whore's bath out of the sink. The latter seemed like something he would do, given his dislike of water. "Where are we going, mum?"
"Out," was the only explanation she gave him, and he accepted it this time without question.
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Muse:
Save A Prayer
Notes:
I ain't 'fraid of no ghost.
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Save A Prayer
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I ain't 'fraid of no ghost.
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