Undeserved sufferings of Aleal, perfection alive
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A jacket that binds
A/N I can't believe, that I am upading! It's just that I am writing chapter 7, and I just LOVE how it turns out! Besides, I am really happy, I got 3 rewievs :D. Thank you a million times!
Rosiel:... I...Aleal wakes up in this chap - at least this I promise you :)But...well, you'll see.
Madlodger: I've removed the divider. Thanks again, for informing. Also, Aleal, may be special, still in my oppinion, it's no excuse to treat him like that.
Semme: Glad, you liked it. I hope, you'll find Marcus cute too.
Thanks again everyone. For reviewing and reading too.
p.s. the title of this chap - I find it hilarous :)
...My muse has finally returned.. :D
Chapter 6
A jacket that binds
We are all sitting in the living room watching the sleeping beauty. To tell the truth, I am the only one who is looking at Aleal. The lady of the house, Maria Coulter is gazing at Mister Morrison, who is shamelessly flirting with her. Now, your humble- self is not only stare-molesting little Luna, but is also fighting a killing urge. To make the long story short, “me” is torn between being a dark lord and ravishing one-princess and being an evil dragon and guarding another.
I am so uptight that I actually jump when Mr. Morrison’s mobile phone rings. His reaction is also unexpected. Seeing the number, the man pales a little and with an “excuse-me” leaves the room. Suspicious.
Luckily, a dark lord is neither a gentleman nor a knight and no-spying policy does not apply him.
It is clear, that Mr. Morrison is nervous and angry. What a strange combination. However the conversation that occurs is even stranger:
…
“Please calm down Mr. Leiloa, Aleal is with me.”
“Forgive me for disrespect, sir … Aleal-sama is with me.” While, his voice is respectful, Morrison’s face tells another story.
“No, he is not hurt. But, Aleal-sama is feverish my lord.”
“If I am allowed to voice my opinion, Aleal-sama is not obsessed, he is just sick.”
“No, Mr. Leiloa.”
“A pleasant lady and her son are taking care of him, at the moment.”
“…It is impossible, to take care of someone, without touching him or looking at him, sir.”
Irritation finally shows in Jack’s voice.
“Forgive me if I sounded disrespectful, I was only stating a fact, Mr. Leiloa”.
“But lad is still unconscious!”
“I sorry am for being disrespectful, but please, rethink your decision. Aleal-sama shouldn’t be moved. It would be dangerous to young lord’s health. Besides, Mrs. Coulter wouldn’t allow that either.”
“…that’s…”
A long silence and:
“Yes, Mr. Leiloa.”
As soon as Jack Morrison enters the room, mom rushes to him. No wonder: the man looks angry, anxious and apologetic at the same time.
“I… Aleal and I both are greatly indebted to your house Maria, however, I was informed to bring Aleal home. “ He says while leaning to pick Luna up.
“…But you can’t go! It is freezing outside and the child is like a ball of fire! I won’t allow it! “
I myself think something along the lines. I also think that Jack shouldn’t be holding sleeping child so tight. Actually, in my oppinion, there is no man on this earth, except my humble self of course, who deserves to hold Luna.
“Please, Maria. It is his father’s wish and there’s nothing I can do… Besides, I am sure they’ll take a good care of lad.”
Mom is at a loss. She understands that it is a crime to keep a child against his parent’s wish. Yet, she can’t possibly be ‘OK’ with this insane decision. Neither can, I.
“Well, clothe him in my jacket at least. And tell us his address.” – I finally snap, handling him my worn out jacket.
'So ,now, you are looking at me. It is actually quite funny, that due to your obsession with the princess of the house, you managed to miss a dragon that was salivating all over your dear nephew.'
A staring contest. Mr. Morrison, of course, is not the only one, who is playing daddy of the bride – and he seems to understand that. Believe me, it is quite challenging to judge and he judged at the same time. Finally, we exchange slight nods and Jack takes my jacket.
“…Of course, Marcus. I will visit you tomorrow and inform you of further today’s events.” The last sentence is a question intended to both of us.
“We’ll be waiting, Jack.” Says mom and I only nod.
---
Soft joggling wakes me up, so I am probably in the car. I feel dizzy and weak, but also happy and safe as there is something warm, dark and redolent surrounding me. I blink a few times and see that the soft cloud is actually a jacket – His jacket! My heart actually skips a beat and I my cheeks start burning. His jacket! Soft, warm, heavy, dark and His!
“You awake, lad?” suddenly asks uncle Jack.
“Yes. I … what happened?”
Suddenly, I recall it all –my god banished me! No! And I haven’t even managed to ask for forgiveness. I must go back!
“Uncle, please stop the car. I am going back”
“What!?” He sounds quite angry, but that doesn't matter, because he stops the car. It will all be OK, I’ll pray for months if needed be… I’ll purge my body until I am clean enough to kneel by His presence.
“Have you completely lost it lad? First, you come to me barefoot, wearing only a…a dress –thingy. Then, you ask me to leave you alone in dark dangerous district! Later, you stand near some stranger’s door and almost freeze to death. That alone could have given me heart attack. And now you want to go back!?
Let me rephrase that: you actually think,that I'll let you out of this car so that you could and walk a kilometer or so in dark cold dangerous city with a fever!? No way am I letting you out!”
So, I was wrong. Uncle won’t let me out. I’ll just have to escape from home again and come back to Him some other day. But, what if he doesn’t want to see me? What he won’t forgive me for whatever I’ve done?? What if I don’t deserve to be by near Him?? And how can I???...
“Hey, Aleal... Please, calm down, lad.” Jack’s soft voice reaches my ears.
“Shhh… breathe in, breathe out, that’s it kid. Everything is alright.”
“But… (I am biting my lip) He said I had to leave. I must have done something…” Now I am sobbing. It may be women business to shed tears, but it hurts so much... and I feel something breaking inside. It is like that night when turning occurred.
Jack, however, is smiling. No he is actually smirking! And his eyes are glowing:
“I am sure it was just a misunderstanding. Young Marcus was really reluctant to let you go. He even insisted that I clothe you in his jacket. Poor lad was afraid you’ll freeze in my car.”- He says.
He, Marcus, did that? Marcus…what a fitting name. It is strong, proud, beautiful, eternal. Marcus… my god now has a name.
“Marcus really gave me his jacket? And Marcus didn’t want me to leave? Marcus has beautiful hair. Marcus is a nice name. Marcus doesn't dislike me. Marcus is a boy. Marcus lives in really nice house. Marcus…”
I am smiling so broad, my cheek hurts. And I feel my crescent tickling; I know it must be glowing a little.
“Oh, uncle Jack, I love you so!”
“OK, lad. Let’s head back, before your father calls military and NASA and police and everything he can think of.”
“OK.”
‘Marcus, Marcus, Marcus… Marcus…Marcus…Beautiful Marcus…Perfect Marcus…Wait. My father knows that I am not home. I am dead. Still, Marcus’ jacket feels so soft…’
Rosiel:... I...Aleal wakes up in this chap - at least this I promise you :)But...well, you'll see.
Madlodger: I've removed the divider. Thanks again, for informing. Also, Aleal, may be special, still in my oppinion, it's no excuse to treat him like that.
Semme: Glad, you liked it. I hope, you'll find Marcus cute too.
Thanks again everyone. For reviewing and reading too.
p.s. the title of this chap - I find it hilarous :)
...My muse has finally returned.. :D
Chapter 6
A jacket that binds
We are all sitting in the living room watching the sleeping beauty. To tell the truth, I am the only one who is looking at Aleal. The lady of the house, Maria Coulter is gazing at Mister Morrison, who is shamelessly flirting with her. Now, your humble- self is not only stare-molesting little Luna, but is also fighting a killing urge. To make the long story short, “me” is torn between being a dark lord and ravishing one-princess and being an evil dragon and guarding another.
I am so uptight that I actually jump when Mr. Morrison’s mobile phone rings. His reaction is also unexpected. Seeing the number, the man pales a little and with an “excuse-me” leaves the room. Suspicious.
Luckily, a dark lord is neither a gentleman nor a knight and no-spying policy does not apply him.
It is clear, that Mr. Morrison is nervous and angry. What a strange combination. However the conversation that occurs is even stranger:
…
“Please calm down Mr. Leiloa, Aleal is with me.”
“Forgive me for disrespect, sir … Aleal-sama is with me.” While, his voice is respectful, Morrison’s face tells another story.
“No, he is not hurt. But, Aleal-sama is feverish my lord.”
“If I am allowed to voice my opinion, Aleal-sama is not obsessed, he is just sick.”
“No, Mr. Leiloa.”
“A pleasant lady and her son are taking care of him, at the moment.”
“…It is impossible, to take care of someone, without touching him or looking at him, sir.”
Irritation finally shows in Jack’s voice.
“Forgive me if I sounded disrespectful, I was only stating a fact, Mr. Leiloa”.
“But lad is still unconscious!”
“I sorry am for being disrespectful, but please, rethink your decision. Aleal-sama shouldn’t be moved. It would be dangerous to young lord’s health. Besides, Mrs. Coulter wouldn’t allow that either.”
“…that’s…”
A long silence and:
“Yes, Mr. Leiloa.”
As soon as Jack Morrison enters the room, mom rushes to him. No wonder: the man looks angry, anxious and apologetic at the same time.
“I… Aleal and I both are greatly indebted to your house Maria, however, I was informed to bring Aleal home. “ He says while leaning to pick Luna up.
“…But you can’t go! It is freezing outside and the child is like a ball of fire! I won’t allow it! “
I myself think something along the lines. I also think that Jack shouldn’t be holding sleeping child so tight. Actually, in my oppinion, there is no man on this earth, except my humble self of course, who deserves to hold Luna.
“Please, Maria. It is his father’s wish and there’s nothing I can do… Besides, I am sure they’ll take a good care of lad.”
Mom is at a loss. She understands that it is a crime to keep a child against his parent’s wish. Yet, she can’t possibly be ‘OK’ with this insane decision. Neither can, I.
“Well, clothe him in my jacket at least. And tell us his address.” – I finally snap, handling him my worn out jacket.
'So ,now, you are looking at me. It is actually quite funny, that due to your obsession with the princess of the house, you managed to miss a dragon that was salivating all over your dear nephew.'
A staring contest. Mr. Morrison, of course, is not the only one, who is playing daddy of the bride – and he seems to understand that. Believe me, it is quite challenging to judge and he judged at the same time. Finally, we exchange slight nods and Jack takes my jacket.
“…Of course, Marcus. I will visit you tomorrow and inform you of further today’s events.” The last sentence is a question intended to both of us.
“We’ll be waiting, Jack.” Says mom and I only nod.
---
Soft joggling wakes me up, so I am probably in the car. I feel dizzy and weak, but also happy and safe as there is something warm, dark and redolent surrounding me. I blink a few times and see that the soft cloud is actually a jacket – His jacket! My heart actually skips a beat and I my cheeks start burning. His jacket! Soft, warm, heavy, dark and His!
“You awake, lad?” suddenly asks uncle Jack.
“Yes. I … what happened?”
Suddenly, I recall it all –my god banished me! No! And I haven’t even managed to ask for forgiveness. I must go back!
“Uncle, please stop the car. I am going back”
“What!?” He sounds quite angry, but that doesn't matter, because he stops the car. It will all be OK, I’ll pray for months if needed be… I’ll purge my body until I am clean enough to kneel by His presence.
“Have you completely lost it lad? First, you come to me barefoot, wearing only a…a dress –thingy. Then, you ask me to leave you alone in dark dangerous district! Later, you stand near some stranger’s door and almost freeze to death. That alone could have given me heart attack. And now you want to go back!?
Let me rephrase that: you actually think,that I'll let you out of this car so that you could and walk a kilometer or so in dark cold dangerous city with a fever!? No way am I letting you out!”
So, I was wrong. Uncle won’t let me out. I’ll just have to escape from home again and come back to Him some other day. But, what if he doesn’t want to see me? What he won’t forgive me for whatever I’ve done?? What if I don’t deserve to be by near Him?? And how can I???...
“Hey, Aleal... Please, calm down, lad.” Jack’s soft voice reaches my ears.
“Shhh… breathe in, breathe out, that’s it kid. Everything is alright.”
“But… (I am biting my lip) He said I had to leave. I must have done something…” Now I am sobbing. It may be women business to shed tears, but it hurts so much... and I feel something breaking inside. It is like that night when turning occurred.
Jack, however, is smiling. No he is actually smirking! And his eyes are glowing:
“I am sure it was just a misunderstanding. Young Marcus was really reluctant to let you go. He even insisted that I clothe you in his jacket. Poor lad was afraid you’ll freeze in my car.”- He says.
He, Marcus, did that? Marcus…what a fitting name. It is strong, proud, beautiful, eternal. Marcus… my god now has a name.
“Marcus really gave me his jacket? And Marcus didn’t want me to leave? Marcus has beautiful hair. Marcus is a nice name. Marcus doesn't dislike me. Marcus is a boy. Marcus lives in really nice house. Marcus…”
I am smiling so broad, my cheek hurts. And I feel my crescent tickling; I know it must be glowing a little.
“Oh, uncle Jack, I love you so!”
“OK, lad. Let’s head back, before your father calls military and NASA and police and everything he can think of.”
“OK.”
‘Marcus, Marcus, Marcus… Marcus…Marcus…Beautiful Marcus…Perfect Marcus…Wait. My father knows that I am not home. I am dead. Still, Marcus’ jacket feels so soft…’