On a hot summers night
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Adult +
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3
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4
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It aint over till its over
Title; On a hot summers night (3/?)
Author; Azmodzmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)
Parings; Godiva/Nurreal -implied
Warnings; none
Rating; none
Summary; 6 months after the council, Godiva finds himself stangely smitten, and Tristan have a hard time understanding.
Disclaimer; Ol, Harm & Godiva is mine, Nurreal & Bernard is Mocalivan’s (morcalivan@hotmail.com) – with permission of course.
Authors note; this I made for my sweet Cali, I promised her wing smut, and what better way to do that than to slash her own (at the time sadly under active chars) and so thank you baby for letting me rape your chars so :P
This fic will not be too long, and so I decided to rate and warn each chapter on his own, Please go see Bernhard and Nurreal at their home site and read more of them in Cali’s brill fics (don’t forget to give her fb) http://www.depresso-girl.com/encumbrance/weapons.htm
AND... please go visit my home page too while you’re at it, and read more of my bois http://www.nad-no-ennas.net. At the end here I would like to thank all those out there who like original wing smut as much as I do, (you cant go wrong with pointy ears and wings) consider you all hugged. – this is not ed, ed, live with it
-Az
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Chapter – 3 It ain’t over, till its over
( 6 months later )
Godiva was sitting and watching the raindrops that fell on the large mosaic window of his fathers study. Feeling ever so empty and depressed, the weather matched his mood too well he mused.
Tristan opened the door slowly carrying two cups of coffee; he tilted his head and looked at his son. And the image stabbed like a icicle in his very soul, he knew that vacant look, he had seen it way too often in his own mirror. He bit his lip and walked through the room and gently cleared his throat before he handed one of the mugs to Godiva “here”
The cat boy looked up and smiled a false smile “thanks dad” he mumbled and took the hot coffee, why did his dad of all the beings on this earth have to interrupt his self chosen misery, properly because you are in his office you moron, a little voice told him.
“Godiva?” Tristan said and ran a hand over his sons silver hair, “I know I said some harsh things..” he started but Godiva cut him off
“Like calling me a slut, huh?”
Tristan averted Godiva’s eyes and nodded, looking most of all like a guilt ridden schoolboy “yes like that” he mumbled. He sighed and looked up “please Godiva, I didn’t mean that.. it was just t-that.. I-I” he stopped and just looked at his son who looked even more miserable than when he came in here. /oh great! You idiot, you know he’s miserable, and here you are making it worse, I never was the one who won a medal for parenting/
“its forgotten” Godiva mumbled and turned his head to look out on the raindrops again, they made the mosaic angel look like his wings were melting down to the bottom of the frame.
“I was wrong” Tristan suddenly whispered, “I should not have said those things”
“No” Godiva whispered “and you should not have dragged me away in my arm, like I was 5 years old”
“No I shouldn’t” Tristan answered his words echoed in the large room, and then an uncomfortable silence took them both. “But I was only trying to...” he finally said
Godiva’s head snapped around and he almost screamed at his father “ trying what? You better tell me, for I cant see you tried anything but embarrass me!”
Tristan shifted uncomfortably on his feet, “to protect you” he finally admitted “but it looks like I failed”
“Protect me from what?” Godiva yelled
“Your self” Tristan said
“My self? – Don’t make me laugh Tristan” Godiva spat and turned around once more crossing his arms over his chest, grabbing a hold of the mug sp hard his knuckles turned white.
“Godiva, please....” Tristan said and finally moved over to the other end of the large windowsill “he’s not worth it”
“What would you know about that?” Godiva mumbled, and to his irritation he felt the burning sensation in the corners of his eyes, and he irritates whipped away the first tears
“More than you think,” Tristan said “believe me, he is not worth your tears”
“Don’t patronize me dad,” Godiva hissed
“I’m not,” Tristan said more harshly than he had intended, and instead of saying more he just took a sip of his coffee
“Why am I sitting here sharing my love life with my father?” Godiva said to himself and closed his eyes with a faint sigh.
Tristan sighed, why was this parenting shit so hard? He just never seemed to say or do the right things, “I know you don’t need to hear this right now, but its not worth it to waste your love on a incubi” he mumbled “he don’t want it, nor care for it”
Godiva opened his eyes and looked at Tristan, but said nothing
“He was feeding Godiva” Tristan said and frowned at his own words, why did he have to sound so harsh?
“You don’t know Nurreal” Godiva sneered
“No” Tristan sighed “but I know his father, and his kin”
“Well, Nurreal is NOT his father, and I care not what his kin ise” Ge” Godiva said
“Goddammit!” Tristan suddenly yelled, “are you not listening?” he stood up from the windowsill and pushed over the rest of the cold coffee in the process “he wants your lust not your love, and I don’t care what he promised, or said in order to get it, I don’t care how, where or why he did... but he did. And now you sit here and cry over a being that sees you as a meal!”
“There is a word for this thing dad” Godiva yelled and stood up too, “its called projection”
“What the fuck are you talking about boy?” Tristan roared and threw his hands up in the air
Godiva took a step closer to his father and pointed him in the chest “I am talking about, that just because your own love life is shite, don’t necessarily mean that mine is” he took a deep breath “so stay out of my business... understood?”
Tristan let out an annoyed growl, but then he sighed and nodded slowly
“Good” Godiva yelled and sat down in the window sill once more
Tristan shook his head and walked over to his son again “Godiva?”
“Yea” the cat boy hissed
“Harm can help you, get a message though to Ol, and further on to Nurreal” he finally said, hating himself to the core this very moment. Was he not just making this harder on Godiva?
But the boy turned around and smiled at his father “you would do that?”
Tristan nodded “yes” he whispered weakly
Godiva looked suspicious but accepted “why dad? Why are you doing this for me?”
Tristan smiled oddly “I needed a lame excuse to have coffee with Harm anyways”
“Liar” Godiva chuckled
“Look Godiva, don’t worry about the why’s, concentrate on the when’s” Tristan said and leaned down and gave his son a hug “you write that letter, and I will go a hoa hold of Harm”
Godiva nodded “thank you”
“You’re welcome” Tristan smiled and kissed his son on the forehead “but if this incubi breaks your heart, I will goddamn well see him annihilated”
“Da -ad..” Godiva chuckled and rolled his eyes
“Just you wait” Tristan chuckled “but I suppose you are right, even a incubi deserves a chance”
“Keep this up, and one morning your wings will have grown back” Godiva laughed
Tristan just snorted and pushed his son playfully, “whatever” he mumbled and turned to walk out the room. He had to summon his brother, but was this really the wise thing to do? Was he indeed just helping this little demon hurt his son more? – he shrugged, this only time could tell.
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-tbc-
Author; Azmodzmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)
Parings; Godiva/Nurreal -implied
Warnings; none
Rating; none
Summary; 6 months after the council, Godiva finds himself stangely smitten, and Tristan have a hard time understanding.
Disclaimer; Ol, Harm & Godiva is mine, Nurreal & Bernard is Mocalivan’s (morcalivan@hotmail.com) – with permission of course.
Authors note; this I made for my sweet Cali, I promised her wing smut, and what better way to do that than to slash her own (at the time sadly under active chars) and so thank you baby for letting me rape your chars so :P
This fic will not be too long, and so I decided to rate and warn each chapter on his own, Please go see Bernhard and Nurreal at their home site and read more of them in Cali’s brill fics (don’t forget to give her fb) http://www.depresso-girl.com/encumbrance/weapons.htm
AND... please go visit my home page too while you’re at it, and read more of my bois http://www.nad-no-ennas.net. At the end here I would like to thank all those out there who like original wing smut as much as I do, (you cant go wrong with pointy ears and wings) consider you all hugged. – this is not ed, ed, live with it
-Az
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Chapter – 3 It ain’t over, till its over
( 6 months later )
Godiva was sitting and watching the raindrops that fell on the large mosaic window of his fathers study. Feeling ever so empty and depressed, the weather matched his mood too well he mused.
Tristan opened the door slowly carrying two cups of coffee; he tilted his head and looked at his son. And the image stabbed like a icicle in his very soul, he knew that vacant look, he had seen it way too often in his own mirror. He bit his lip and walked through the room and gently cleared his throat before he handed one of the mugs to Godiva “here”
The cat boy looked up and smiled a false smile “thanks dad” he mumbled and took the hot coffee, why did his dad of all the beings on this earth have to interrupt his self chosen misery, properly because you are in his office you moron, a little voice told him.
“Godiva?” Tristan said and ran a hand over his sons silver hair, “I know I said some harsh things..” he started but Godiva cut him off
“Like calling me a slut, huh?”
Tristan averted Godiva’s eyes and nodded, looking most of all like a guilt ridden schoolboy “yes like that” he mumbled. He sighed and looked up “please Godiva, I didn’t mean that.. it was just t-that.. I-I” he stopped and just looked at his son who looked even more miserable than when he came in here. /oh great! You idiot, you know he’s miserable, and here you are making it worse, I never was the one who won a medal for parenting/
“its forgotten” Godiva mumbled and turned his head to look out on the raindrops again, they made the mosaic angel look like his wings were melting down to the bottom of the frame.
“I was wrong” Tristan suddenly whispered, “I should not have said those things”
“No” Godiva whispered “and you should not have dragged me away in my arm, like I was 5 years old”
“No I shouldn’t” Tristan answered his words echoed in the large room, and then an uncomfortable silence took them both. “But I was only trying to...” he finally said
Godiva’s head snapped around and he almost screamed at his father “ trying what? You better tell me, for I cant see you tried anything but embarrass me!”
Tristan shifted uncomfortably on his feet, “to protect you” he finally admitted “but it looks like I failed”
“Protect me from what?” Godiva yelled
“Your self” Tristan said
“My self? – Don’t make me laugh Tristan” Godiva spat and turned around once more crossing his arms over his chest, grabbing a hold of the mug sp hard his knuckles turned white.
“Godiva, please....” Tristan said and finally moved over to the other end of the large windowsill “he’s not worth it”
“What would you know about that?” Godiva mumbled, and to his irritation he felt the burning sensation in the corners of his eyes, and he irritates whipped away the first tears
“More than you think,” Tristan said “believe me, he is not worth your tears”
“Don’t patronize me dad,” Godiva hissed
“I’m not,” Tristan said more harshly than he had intended, and instead of saying more he just took a sip of his coffee
“Why am I sitting here sharing my love life with my father?” Godiva said to himself and closed his eyes with a faint sigh.
Tristan sighed, why was this parenting shit so hard? He just never seemed to say or do the right things, “I know you don’t need to hear this right now, but its not worth it to waste your love on a incubi” he mumbled “he don’t want it, nor care for it”
Godiva opened his eyes and looked at Tristan, but said nothing
“He was feeding Godiva” Tristan said and frowned at his own words, why did he have to sound so harsh?
“You don’t know Nurreal” Godiva sneered
“No” Tristan sighed “but I know his father, and his kin”
“Well, Nurreal is NOT his father, and I care not what his kin ise” Ge” Godiva said
“Goddammit!” Tristan suddenly yelled, “are you not listening?” he stood up from the windowsill and pushed over the rest of the cold coffee in the process “he wants your lust not your love, and I don’t care what he promised, or said in order to get it, I don’t care how, where or why he did... but he did. And now you sit here and cry over a being that sees you as a meal!”
“There is a word for this thing dad” Godiva yelled and stood up too, “its called projection”
“What the fuck are you talking about boy?” Tristan roared and threw his hands up in the air
Godiva took a step closer to his father and pointed him in the chest “I am talking about, that just because your own love life is shite, don’t necessarily mean that mine is” he took a deep breath “so stay out of my business... understood?”
Tristan let out an annoyed growl, but then he sighed and nodded slowly
“Good” Godiva yelled and sat down in the window sill once more
Tristan shook his head and walked over to his son again “Godiva?”
“Yea” the cat boy hissed
“Harm can help you, get a message though to Ol, and further on to Nurreal” he finally said, hating himself to the core this very moment. Was he not just making this harder on Godiva?
But the boy turned around and smiled at his father “you would do that?”
Tristan nodded “yes” he whispered weakly
Godiva looked suspicious but accepted “why dad? Why are you doing this for me?”
Tristan smiled oddly “I needed a lame excuse to have coffee with Harm anyways”
“Liar” Godiva chuckled
“Look Godiva, don’t worry about the why’s, concentrate on the when’s” Tristan said and leaned down and gave his son a hug “you write that letter, and I will go a hoa hold of Harm”
Godiva nodded “thank you”
“You’re welcome” Tristan smiled and kissed his son on the forehead “but if this incubi breaks your heart, I will goddamn well see him annihilated”
“Da -ad..” Godiva chuckled and rolled his eyes
“Just you wait” Tristan chuckled “but I suppose you are right, even a incubi deserves a chance”
“Keep this up, and one morning your wings will have grown back” Godiva laughed
Tristan just snorted and pushed his son playfully, “whatever” he mumbled and turned to walk out the room. He had to summon his brother, but was this really the wise thing to do? Was he indeed just helping this little demon hurt his son more? – he shrugged, this only time could tell.
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-tbc-