Sequel

Two in one morning. This involves a lot of talking and finally. One something. And the planting of another thing. Their conversation goes through a few things that are controversial in our world and I love how Una doesn't bat an eyelash and yet at the same time manages to say it in such a way that it's not like he's telling Rel he's wrong.

And Una having a moment. I kind of feeling bad for him. I know that each time Una awakes his first port of call is Vera's temple. They sit and have tea, catch up and... well Una gets his perv on and then off he goes, resettled.

Also, while writing the story that will replace Partner and Sidhe, I found out why Una's left shoulder is stiff sometimes. I'm still looking for the scar that I know Una has but am not certain where it is.

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Muan ran a bath. They spent very little time washing, to put it one way. Once they were done their ‘fun time’ Muan and Rel washed thoroughly and quickly. Muan wrapped a towel around Rel and dried the young man off. Then Muan slid one of his own shirts onto Rel’s shoulders. The shirt hung low enough to cover the … private parts of a person so long as he didn’t bend over.

Muan helped Rel into bed, the actual bed, and then settled between Rel and the rest of the apartment. The Sidhe drew up the blankets and tucked them around Rel, nuzzling Rel’s temple as Rel drifted into sleep. He slept all night, no nightmares, no problems but for the odd feeling when he awoke as the dawn rose. The feeling that he had had some kind of strange dream.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the sun was up. The curtains were open and the smell of coffee met his nose. Rel made a small sound and stretched out in the bed along side Muan. The male gave a small huff of a breath, turning his head towards Rel but falling into a sleep instead. Rel climbed over Muan and moved to the wardrobe, dressed and turned towards the kitchen.

It wasn’t until Rel looked towards the kitchen that he wondered who had made the coffee. Una stood in the kitchen, cup in hand, eyes on the plants as the immortal seemed to ponder things.

“What?” Rel asked Una, shuffling to the kitchen.

“I have to move on,” Una muttered, “check on Vera. And yet I have to stay for quite a while longer. Some things need my guidance.”

“Terrible thing,” Rel pulled a mug out of the cupboard and poured a cup of coffee for himself, “when did you come back to the apartment? Elevator never dinged.”

“I didn’t leave,” Una responded matter of factly.

To which Rel overfilled his coffee mug and spilled all over the counter, “what?” the young man squeaked out.

“The Sidhe were having a conversation that I didn’t want to take part in,” Una paused as if in thought, “they seemed to think I could tell them how all the technology was linked.”

“Linked?”

“They want the mosquito of the technology ecology. Eco… ecosystem. Your words won’t do me much good, but the concepts you people have come to discover will do me so much more good. Kill the mosquitoes off and you think you’re fine, but the mosquitoes fed the frogs who then die off and the frogs fed the birds and the birds fed the bigger birds who fed others in turn. The entire thing collapses.”

“Power. Eh. Electricity is the thing. Nothing can run without electricity. Even our cars run on it now.”

“… what did they run on before?”

“Gas.”

“Gas. As in an airborne chemical, a gaseous … sounds dangerous.”

“No. Gas. As in gasoline.”

“Gasoline, I am not familiar with this.”

“The bones of dinosaurs broke down into a petroleum substance and the substance is…” Rel looked at Una and saw the puzzled look on the immortal’s face, “you don’t know what a dinosaurs.”

“Giant bones made of stone take on the shapes of huge reptilian like figures? You mean Sahshurn daemon. You used daemon bones-”

“The result of their decomposition. We didn’t kill them. And. Call them whatever you like, we call them dinosaurs, they existed some-”

“They aided Harella and Shay in the creation of the world. Those that died under the services of such a change were given the highest honour, to be buried in Mother herself,” Una responded.

“We also believe in evolution.”

“Man started as ape and then migrated here? I wouldn’t know about that part, it is before my time. Vera would know though…” Una trailed off in a quiet sort of way. As if recalling something, missing something, “I would really like to move on.”

“With guards…”

“When civilizations end there tends to be. Violence.”

“And their families?”

“Breeding.”

“Tossing me to the dogs?”

“Dogs?” Una looked at Rel, “I never tossed you to the dogs, Rel, you were there to represent the throne of the gods. Notice that your mere presence drove the Illuen, normally calm and logical, became angry and irrational. De’s vocalization changed, but he tried to be understood. Tahl-ra and Rahl-ta were more than happy to help you and then me.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Mari is Illuva’s chosen high priest. Take into consideration the lump you have on your head from Mari. The other three high priests will be permitted to continue to live. I think that the Illuen will find that their family comes on hard times suddenly.”

“Well-”

“Illuva tends to take the miss-use of her religious books and such very personally.”

“They aren’t all bad.”

“An example must be made of them. Illuva is of the mind, slaughter once and prevent trouble later. A philosophy that most of the gods share. Thus I’ve taken someone from each of the lines and taken the real Illuvans with me.”

“Mari doesn’t even know her children.”

“PFP, I’ve seen the files. Possibility for Power. Her and every one of her children.”

“So?”

“Green eyes and black hair.”

“So?”

“And that ass.”

“What ass.”

“That ass that Aniege women have. Shaped like a heart.”

“Lots of women have that ass.”

“With green eyes, black hair and an odd ability to subdue Sidhe? I’ve been told that the Sidhe can bead things in her hair or cuddle with her but any of the partners look at her and she snarls at them.”

“Doesn’t mean she’s Aniege.”

“You’re right. That would make her DeAniege, technically. For her to be Aniege, her mother would have to be DeAniege and her father LeAniege. Which bloodline birthed you, by the way?”

“Le… Aniege…”

“So. You and her would make an Aniege. True and full.”

“So?”

“Would you want to be a father?”

“She’s infertile.”

“Would you want to be a father?”

“You want to breed me.”

“Well if she’s infertile, that makes you and her children, all males, no I’m not going to breed you with them, the only Aniege left alive and Ayato can only be born to the Aniege blood line hence I want you to breed so that Ayato can be reborn.”

Rel huffed out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He snapped the washcloth out of the sink and sopped up the mess of a coffee he had made on the counter.

“Thus the question. Would you want to be a father, Rel?”

Rel dropped the washcloth back into the sink as the elevator dinged, “if it ever came to a woman getting pregnant by me, I’d accept my role. Would I go out and try to get a woman pregnant? Never.”

“Unless you’re drunk,” Mari said, having been the person who was on the elevator, “I watched the tape. Apparently after two bottles of alcohol I convinced you to get me with child.”

“Oh my,” Una murmured, “and have you taken a test?”

“I’ve had my time, Una.”

“Have you taken a test? The television, I was watching it while you two took a bath,” Una muttered the last to Rel then looked at Mari, “there is one that is very good, up to ten days before your missed period.”

“I’ve had my time. Una.”

“And I am telling you, as an immortal. That a woman having her time means absolutely nothing. At all. In fact some women bleed when they conceive, was it actually your time or was it early?”

Mari went a funny colour, “I. Never did before.”

“I think you should take a test,” Rel muttered.

“I. Am. Not. Pregnant,” Mari snapped, throwing her phone of all things at Rel. Rel easily ducked the phone. It struck the cupboard where his head had been and plopped into the coffee Rel had poured for himself. Making another mess on the counter.

“Don’t worry,” Una said, patting Rel’s shoulder, “when she starts puking she’ll calm down. For… a month or so.”

“I am not pregnant!”

Muan sat up in the bed and snapped something in Sidhe before he dropped back to the bed and pulling a pillow over his head with a groan. Una made a coughing sound that was suspiciously like a laugh.

“What. Did he say?” Mari snapped at Una.

“He said ‘only stupid males poke a pregnant woman.’”

“I’m going to go get a test.”

“Or four,” Rel said quickly, “they aren’t a hundred percent effective you know.”

“Sidhe are,” Una muttered under his breath as Mari stalked towards the elevator, “a hundred percent effective when determining the condition of a female.”


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