Sequel

This would have been up many hours ago but for many issues. One. My christmas tree went up. Which meant I decorated. Personally I am a believer in the ... people traditional celebration. Christmas, to me, is a celebration of the passing of the darkest night and into the good, the lightenting of days and the warmth of the promise of spring. Call me pagan, call me what you like.

But I believe in that donating to any charity in this time is a good thing. It is the coldest time of year, when many people need warm clothing and I can donate to who to what, whatever is needed. Does not matter what I believe.

Still my tree went up and for me, it is a personal... celebration and a time of... peace... possibly. I may be quiet over the next week but that is because I am dealing with a few personal issues that will plague me every year. So.

Possible slow updating.

Despite a day off tomorrow, I have to study for an exam on Friday. Thusly ending my symmester, but sill. Tomorrow there may not be many updates and after that... for a week or so I cannot promise as many updates, despite the lack of classes.

My net browser is not allowing apostrophies... which annoys me to no ends.

Short. I wrote a great deal of this before the tree was decorated. Then the tree was decorated and suddenly it was four hours later and I put in the conclusion.

This chapter had several parts that rang a bit too true for me but. You move on, right? One point I would not deny if asked... the other... perhaps.

Read, Review and Enjoy. (and hopefully I will update tomorrow)




Muan didn’t nap again. The Sidhe seemed strangely happy. He sat at the table and accepted the metal bit that he had coughed up and looked at it. A moment later he set it on the table and looked at Rel expectantly.

“Supper time, I suppose,” Rel sighed, “Koln said you’d nap so I could do this. Guess you showed him, eh?”

The Sidhe showed off his gapped teeth. Another one fell out. Just popped right out onto the table. Muan cocked his head and looked at the tooth, mildly confused. As Rel watched the Sidhe ran his tongue over his teeth, obviously puzzled. That would make. Four left of the old ones.

Even as Rel did the tally, Muan held out his hand and spat four teeth into it. The Sidhe grimaced and moved to the sink, spitting out bloody saliva. Rel turned the sink onto a trickle and encouraged Muan to rinse his mouth off. The Sidhe drank straight from the tap and seemed to check his mouth again, grimacing.

“Obay,” Muan sounded upset. The Sidhe sighed and looked down at the teeth in his hand.

How short was Muan’s memory?

“Let me see,” Rel inspected Muan’s mouth then washed his hands. Really should have washed his hands first, but he could chastise himself for that later, “Well. You have several full grown teeth in there. Full… Whatever. Perfect teeth. From what I can tell. You will be fine.”

Muan blinked at him.

“Muan will be fine.”

The Sidhe’s confusion turned to a smile. Muan dumped his teeth into the sink and rinsed off his hand. Rel plucked out the teeth and set them on a saucer before washing his hands once more and turning to dinner. So much for lemon thyme chicken with saffron rice on the side and a mint ice cream for desert. Perhaps the ice cream could still happen. But with Muan’s extra tooth loss something soft would be better.

Rel grimaced but peeled and cut the potatoes and set them to boil as he pulled apart the freezer and pulled out some bacon. Bacon mixed with mashed potatoes and finely chopped ginger and broccoli. The ginger would help Muan.

How, Rel had no idea, but he wasn’t about to question his instincts.

He mixed up the meal and served it. Rel was not entirely interested in food but he attempted to eat it any how. Muan ate everything on his plate and helped himself to more. The pot on the stove was empty by the time Muan was done eating. Thankfully. Rel hated potatoes. That was all his father would eat.

Meat and potatoes. Potatoes and meat. Chicken counted as a vegetable. Explain that one. Rel had once served his father a vegetarian meal without his father knowing until the very end. He hadn’t been able to go to school for a week, the swelling was so bad.

Rel shook his head to clear the thought and pulled out the mint ice cream. He scooped two healthy portions and gave one to Muan before sitting to his own.

Muan scooped some of it into his mouth and stopped, mouth partially open for a moment before he gummed away at the ice cream. The cold hit the Sidh’s tongue and shock played over Muan’s face before the taste hit his tongue. A smile curled the lips upward as Muan shovelled more into his mouth.

“Oh no, Muan, slowly-”

The Sidhe slapped a hand to his forehead and groaned. Brain freeze. Rel grimaced at the thought of the Sidhe with a brain freeze. Muan groaned and leaned forward, still holding his head.

“Awuah,” Muan moaned.

Rel waited until the brain freeze had passed. Muan slowly came back to himself, blinking tears from his eyes as he looked down at the ice cream in confusion. Rel showed Muan how to eat the ice cream, a small bite at the time. Muan grimaced and began taking small bites.

As the bottom of the bowl came up the Sidhe seemed to understand the benefit of eating in small bites. Muan ended up enjoying the last bite. Rel finished his own ice cream and cleared the dishes away. A wash, a scrub, a wipe down of the kitchen and all was set to rights for the next morning…

…

And he had nothing to do.

Rel was exhausted. By all rights he had had … perhaps… four hours of sleep in the past twenty-four. And with sleeping being a trigger for him, he needed more. Trigger meaning that if he didn’t get enough sleep he got irrational, emotional and aggravated, easily pushed to excess and annoyance, easily pissed without enough sleep he would bite the head off of any one and everything.

He found himself summing up his relationship between Muan and himself for any, and ever, possible grievance.

Still he found none. Everything was explainable. Everything was… language barrier. Or more.

Rel sighed and shuffled to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and felt the tired set it. It was early in the day still. Early in the evening really. Perhaps too early to head to bed. But head to bed he did.

He shuffled out of the bathroom and to his bed. Curled under the blankets, it seemed exhaustion finally took him. Rel slept.


.