paradisalost | Thirteenth

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Thirteenth

[Lost, as the castle has condemned him to be, Sora slipped from an unknown room to wander the halls. He wears his Paradisa High sweat jacket over a matching tee, which dangle off his frame like a tent. As he wanders he hugs the journal to his chest and rubs his eyes dazedly with his free hand. His voice is groggy and weak- after all, he had been ill before this growing-up business had reared its ugly head.]

...Is everything over now?

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[flksjdf... laughs, and shakes his head a little] A Prince is... well. I'll show you! [clearly the best way to explain is with fairy tales. good thing he still has quite a few books leftover from Caterina's loss. :>]

[Oh, Fairy Tales. Jilly talked about those. He was distracted by the illustrations.]

[Abel takes him into his room and sets him down on the couch, replacing his coat 'round Sora's shoulders with a comfy blanket that probably smells faintly of jasmine perfume because of Lilith.]

There. Now sit tight, okay? I'll make soup and tea. And find that book... it's around here somewhere...

[Smells! Sora likes smells. He hides his nose against the soft, fuzzy coat and settles back into the plush sofa, already becoming sluggish and drowsy, but his hunger kept him awake.]

[he disappears into the next room before returning a moment later with a thick leather bound book.] Here,Sora. Something to look at while I'm cooking.

Thank you. [He takes the book gratefully and holds it in both arms to read. The book's almost as big as he is!]

[thumbs up! and then he's gonna vanish into the kitchen to do his magic soup-and-tea no jutsu. :>]

[And Sora will just read quietly like a good child would, careful not to stain or crinkle the pages!]

[such a good kiddo. :3

Abel comes out with a tray a little while later. it has vegetable soup, sum bread, and tea on it, oo lala...

he flops down on the couch with the tray on his lap]

Well! This should hit the spot, don't you think?

Waaah... [He cooed in awe, crawling across the sofa to him to look at the feast he is presented with.]

You made all this? You're amazing, Father!

E-eh? N-no... no, it's nothing amazing... [FFF Sora so cute. and easily impressed. he chuckles, taking the book and setting it aside so he can gently place the tray on Sora's lap]

Just let it cool a little, okay? It might still be hot.

[Sora daintily blows on the soup before he eats it patiently, spoonful by spoonful, taking care not to go too fast. He had learned that lesson! The heat of the soup and tea was lulling him off easily, so soon he set the tray aside to peep over Abel's arm at the book.]

[he's such a good kid. he can't imagine what sort of sorry excuse for a 'father' could treat a child this sweet the way he has.

Abel waits til he's done, and -- noticing where he's looking, shifts so Sora is tucked into his side with an arm around tiny shoulders, opening the book across his lap.]

Do you want me to read you one...?

Yes, please.

[Sora melts against him, easily trusting him to keep him safe and stable, setting his tiny hands atop the back of his wrist.]

[the priest smiles, all too happy to oblige - this is, perhaps, one of his favorite things to do in the history of ever, after all. it brings back bittersweet memories of a similarly dark-haired child all cuddled up with him and sharing bedtime stories in pillow forts some months ago.

he flips a few pages with a thoughtful hum, before stopping and laying a finger on the painting depicting Cinderella. this would do...!]

How about this one...? Have you read it before?

[He shakes his head. He'd only heard the Frog Prince. Sora's fascinated by the bits of filigree on Abel's habit, toying with it.]

No... Jilly told me a story about a frog and a prin-cess.

Well! Then Cinderella it is. [so you can grow up to be a regular Prince Charming yourself, little guy.

and thus the story begins; Abel is well-practiced at this bit, adding silly voices for each of the characters, keeping his voice semi-quiet in the eventuality Sora drops off...]

[He's quite attentive, given how exhausted he is. There were many things he didn't understand, like how mice could talk, or what a ball was. He did, however, understand the idea of a wicked stepfamily.]

Why did Cinderella want to go to the ball?

[Abel ponders this a moment.]

Well. The Prince was there, wasn't he...? She wanted to be with him! And to escape her family.

[Long, serious pause as Sora thinks intently...]

...Am I a Princess?

[.....not what he was expecting, though he probably should've. this earns another little hum]

A Princess? Hmmm...

[well you... are... a hermaphrodite, technically you could be what... ever you want, kiddo...]

You're whatever you want to be, Sora.

Mmm. I like the Princess' clothes. They're pretty.

[A pause.] But a Prince helps people. Doesn't he?

Mm, he does... and he always saves the Princess! [sagely nod]

[A shy smile, his cheeks darkening a bit.]

So are you a prince

E-eh? Me?

[he points to himself... then looks down at the page, before chuckling and shaking his head]

No, no... but I'm a knight! I follow the fair Princesses' orders and do battle for her! And I protect her. That's a knight's job.

Where did my question mark go WTF

colorlesschild.livejournal.com - 2010-09-24 17:04 (UTC) - Expand

...Frank ate it? :>

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notifs... 8|

I know e_e

/SHAKES FIST AT FRANK

/rage

/rages with...

ALSO are you on AIM

YES i'm just invis because I'm lazy 8>

OIC

<3

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Where did my question mark go WTF

...Frank ate it? :>