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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 5:02 pm
Your eyes do not deceive you, this is the flatsale thread! A thread full of wonder and magic, and Scents! We remind you to please not eat the oils, regardless of how delicious they may smell (we're looking at you, Party Cake).
This flatsale there are three spectacular Scents for you to try for: Loco-Coco-Motion(Female), Party Cake (Male), and Lemon (Female).
We also have two riveting prompts for you to choose from, with replies to be posted in this thread. The Flatsale starts November 28th @ 10:00AM EST, and ends, December 15th @ 11:59PM EST. The cost is 20K per Scent. You may only try for one, so choose wisely. Below are descriptions of the Scents.
Loco-Coco-Motion: Female; Dark-Humored, Richly Sweet, Comforting. Loco-Coco-Motion is the chocolate lovers delight encompassing bitter dark chocolate, sweetened milk chocolate and rich white chocolate making it feel like you just stepped into that Hershey's Factory tour ride. Winner Is... White Root!
Party Cake: Male; Fun, Energetic, Colorful. Everything a party should be, at least the clean kind. Party Cake is a mixture of warm baked vanilla cake, aromatic cream cheese icing, and multicolored strawberry, blueberry, banana and lime sprinkles sure to put a zest in your step. Winner Is... Derivative!
Lemon: Female; Tart, Stuck-Up, Sassy. Ever suck on a lemon and make that face? Yeah, it's kinda like that. Winner Is... Insane_Whisper!
Note: There will be no previews. I ran out of time because of class.
You may only respond to one of the prompts below. Please post your responses in thread.
_______PromptsPrompt 1 - Teen Prompt - Scent POV
Ah, Saturday, the blessed weekend. To make it even better, this evening there's an event that you just can't miss. Unfortunately, your ever-protective guardian has forbidden you to go out. Do you try to convince them of the importance of this occasion, or do you just sneak out? And what is this illustrious event? A party? The theater? A date?Prompt 2 - Child Prompt - Guardian POV
It's the middle of the night, and suddenly you're jolted awake by a horrible scream. It seems that your child has had a terrible nightmare- as a parent, how do you calm them down and get them back to bed? Do they tell you what the dream was about?
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:26 pm
Prompt 1 - Teen Prompt - Scent POV
Ah, Saturday, the blessed weekend. To make it even better, this evening there's an event that you just can't miss. Unfortunately, your ever-protective guardian has forbidden you to go out. Do you try to convince them of the importance of this occasion, or do you just sneak out? And what is this illustrious event? A party? The theater? A date?Lemon woke up in the middle of the night with an egg of a previously conceived plan hatching in her mind. She observed her surroundings and saw that her brother and sister were sound asleep. After seeing this, she sighed in relief. That was fortunate. Earlier, while she was plotting her getaway, she worried that she might wake one of her siblings up and that they'd alert their mother. Then, she'd be in even more hot water. First, Lemon got out of bed and changed out of her pajamas into a black dress, yellow striped stockings, black kitten heels, and some random jewelry. Lemon then snuck out the window. It was easy enough to unlock and even easier to close from outside. Though, she couldn't lock it. She doubted her mother would check to see if it was locked during the night. Nothing was going to prevent Lemon from going to this party, especially her mother grounding her. It wasn't even for a good reason. Bad grades? What the heck...? She had told her once, twice... She had lost count of the amount of times she had told her mother that she just wasn't an academic. Her grades were good enough. They were average. Some were even above average. What the heck was with her mother and these high expectations of hers? Whatever. Tonight, Lemon was going to forget about that. She was going to relax. Unwind. And dance. She loved to dance, especially with other people. Preferrably, attractive people of the opposite sex. Lemon was making her way to the guy's house now. She could see it just around the bend. His house looked like a mansion compared her family's two-floor, two bedroom, one bathroom place. The windows were blacked out with either construction paper or sheets - she couldn't tell from this far - but she could make out lights peering through cracks in the doors. Her heart began to race at the sight of it. "This is going to be so much fun!" she thought outloud. When Lemon got there, she knocked on the door so hard, one of the neighbors might think she was breaking and entering. Still, there was no response. After that, she turned the doorknob and felt the door push open beneath her. "It's open...? Eh, whatever works." After this, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Inside was some real eye candy. It was completely black, except for some strategically placed Christmas lights. There was neon colored fluorescent paint allover. Lemon could make out some people. Some were chatting, others were eating, some others were standing idly by, and still others were dancing, with glowing necklaces, bracelets, and anklets tracing their silhouettes. At this, she bent forward and her eyes widened in childish glee. She ran towards them. Lemon noticed a guy she knew standing around. What was his name now? Ken? She put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what're you up to? Wanna dance?""Not much. No, not - " "Oh, quit being boring." She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her. "Have a little fun, why doncha?""Oh, okay..." And so, they did. Lemon thought he was really ungraceful, but she had fun, anyway, so she didn't care. After that - it felt like hours had gone by - Lemon headed back home. She went through the window, locked the door, changed into her pajamas, threw her dress and socks into her laundry bag, and went back to bed. Tomorrow morning, after Lemon ate breakfast, she was about to head out, when her mother stopped her. "That was some party, last night, wasn't it?" Lemon froze. "W-what?! How'd you know?!""I have my ways. You're grounded. Again. This time, for two days." Lemon heaved a sigh and headed back to her room. But she didn't regret last night.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:49 am
Prompt 1 - Teen Prompt - Scent POV
Ah, Saturday, the blessed weekend. To make it even better, this evening there's an event that you just can't miss. Unfortunately, your ever-protective guardian has forbidden you to go out. Do you try to convince them of the importance of this occasion, or do you just sneak out? And what is this illustrious event? A party? The theater? A date?[I'm responding for Loco-Coco-Motion. <3 I'm also inverting the prompt slightly. Also, hopefully I'm not committed to this name if I win, lol.] Locura had waited all day by the mailbox. Finally around three in the afternoon, the mail truck pulls up. She bounces on her toes as she watches the stout woman thrust letters and shopping ads into the other boxes on the block, and then her mail. And her box. As soon as the truck pulls away Locura opens the mailbox and takes out her parcel. Leaving the other mail where it sits, she rushes back inside the house. "Mama, look!" Locura exclaims, showing Menelie the package. She holds it high over her head and does a hip-swinging dance around the living room. "My book came today! I can't wait to spend alllllll evening reading it!" She hugs it to her chest and then starts to tear away the packaging. "Locura, it's Saturday night," says Menelie, swiveling around in her computer chair to face her. "Why don't you go out? See a show, make some new friends." Her eyes flick back to her screen to make sure she isn't dying. "You know, like normal girls." Locura rolls her eyes. "Or I could stay in and play computer games like you.""This is different. This is an MMO. I play with people," says Menelie defensively. "Anyway, here." She pulls a 20 out of her pocket. "Take this and go see a movie with that new friend. I insist, Locura. I don't want you to grow up and have spent your entire life with your nose in a book! Besides, your new book will be here when you get back." Locura heaves the elaborate sigh that is the trademark of an exasperated teenager. "Fine. I'll go call her." She plucks the money from her mother's fingers and sulks off to her room. She flops on her bed and pulls her phone from her pocket. She scrolls down three times, past Mom and My Number (she can never remember it) until she gets to Nora, a girl she'd met at the library the week before. "Hey, Nora? It's Locura...Did you get it too?...OhmiGOD I can't WAIT to read it!...No, I haven't started it yet...Yeah, my mom's making me waste this Saturday evening on a movie...I know, right?" Locura eyes her bedroom door, and reaches out to close it with her foot. "...So I had an idea. I'll meet you at Giovanni's Pizza at like 7? We can spend this 20 my mom gave me on a pizza and some root beer and then just sit in the restaurant and read.......Sweet, I'll see you there...Bye!"Locura looks at the clock. It's 3:30. That meant 3 hours to read before she had to leave to meet Nora. She happily opens her book and begins to read. When 6:30 rolls around, Locura tucks the book into her messenger bag and starts to head out the door. "Bye, Mom!" she says, waving. "I'm going out for dinner with Nora.""Have fun!" exclaims Menelie, clicking frantically as her barbarian onscreen faces an onslaught of kobolds. "Oh, I definitely will. Thanks for making me go outside. Love you!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:29 pm
Prompt 1 - Teen Prompt - Scent POV
Ah, Saturday, the blessed weekend. To make it even better, this evening there's an event that you just can't miss. Unfortunately, your ever-protective guardian has forbidden you to go out. Do you try to convince them of the importance of this occasion, or do you just sneak out? And what is this illustrious event? A party? The theater? A date?I'm trying for Loco-Coco-Motion. :]
Natalia fixed the finishing touches on her sleeping decoy; it wasn't anything close to a Ferris Bueller standard, but it would have to do. Besides, Natalia thought, it was past Lizzy's bedtime. There wasn't a chance she'd wake up now, let alone check up on her.
The clock struck midnight as she finished the last touches on her masquerade costume. Rich blues and dark greens cascaded down her frame. Seaweed green ribbons were wrapped around random tiny portions of her hair; bells were tied at the ends for a musical touch. Her mask was a simple midnight blue with green spirals flowing out of the left side. Her inspiration came from an unlikely source-the Kelpie. Everyone would be unaware of the hidden meaning in her strikingly beautiful costume; the drowned child lead astray by a malevolent water horse. Natalia got a small thrill from this knowledge.
Lizzy's voice echoed in her mind, reminding her that it was a school night. Natalia slipped out through the window and into the December's night anyways. The walk to the party passed as if in a fancy. The door opened and colors swirled by her as the music continued to play. Angels and demons chatted as if no feud was between them. Black cats slinked in all corners. There were peacocks by the dozen; Natalia was glad she had abandoned that notion. A gentleman, or at least a boy pretending to be one, chatted away an half an hour of her time. The conversation was dry at first, but her open presence seemed to free his mind of any self doubt. Natalia listened politely until she escaped with the classic bathroom excuse.
It all seemed like a beautiful dream until a familiar voice tickled her ears. Her eyes quickly glanced in the voice's direction-there Lizzy sat on the couch, simply dressed as a witch, laughing up a storm with a monatar. But why wasn't she allowed to go if Lizzy was?! Natalia pushed her frustration aside. If Lizzy caught her here, she'd be disappointed. And Natalia didn't want to see Lizzy like that. She shuffled past the drunk party members, ducking when she passed Lizzy's couch. But the strong aroma of a teen scent failed her; Lizzy caught up with her at the door.
"I'm sorry, Mom" whispered Natalia as she hung her head low.
Lizzy eyed her second scent. She allowed the suspense to build before answering, "I'd be more disappointed if you didn't come! You think I didn't expect you to sneak out? I was once a teenager too, you know."
Shock covered Natalia's face. But before she could say anything Lizzy quickly chimed in, "Now that doesn't give you right to go against everything I say! But go have fun, and remember you are waking up bright and early for school tomorrow!"
Natalia blinked and nodded. Even though she was unsettled, she would accept her mother's permission. She watched as Lizzy left the party before joining the swell once more.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:23 am
Prompt 2 - Child Prompt - Guardian POV
It's the middle of the night, and suddenly you're jolted awake by a horrible scream. It seems that your child has had a terrible nightmare- as a parent, how do you calm them down and get them back to bed? Do they tell you what the dream was about?
[ This prompt is for Party Cake, named Jillian for the purposes of the prompt. c: ]
There were few, very specific ways that Bastien appreciated being woken up. Having his ears assailed by a single, bloodcurdling scream was not one of them. He was a light sleeper on a good day, a fitful one at best on most days, so he really needed very little provocation to get out of bed and quietly pad about his flat, especially now that he had an adoptive son. Apparently. Though that had taken a bit of getting used to, and if he was completely honest with himself he was still getting used to it, Bastien could cope.
Usually.
He had a hard time coping with screaming at four in the morning.
Throwing his blankets aside, temper on his face, he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand and stood groggily. The night air was a cold slap to his mostly-nude body, and he shivered, wondering why he didn't wear more to bed than a pair of boxers in the middle of winter, for Jesus' sake. He groped blindly for his robe, stumbling across his room until he found it hanging by the bathroom door, and shrugged into it with hurried, irritated motions.
Sebastien Crawford did not like being awake as early as he was. On the plus side, Jillian hadn't screamed again; perhaps he had simply fallen back asleep?
Cupping his hand around his mouth to stifle a yawn, Bastien shuffled out of his room, bare feet dragging tiredly across the cold floor as he did. The nightlight was still on in his son's room, which was a good thing - he could recall clearly one panicked night when the bulb had gone out - but as he leaned in the doorway, he saw that Jillian was sitting wide-awake in the middle of the bed, fists tangled in his blankets, breathing as though he'd just run a mile.
It wasn't until the boy jerked to face him, hair askew, that Bastien saw the tears tracking down his face. Something foreign lurched inside of him, a paternal feeling he hadn't known he possessed, and the sleep left his face. Instead, there was a powerful urge to comfort, and he crossed the room, seating himself next to his son without a word.
They looked at one another a moment, then Jillian's face crumpled and he launched himself at his father, small arms winding around Bastien's chest as he buried his face in his robe. It was a little startling to suddenly have his arms full of troubled boy, but Bastien's body reacted instinctively, one hand rubbing reassuringly on Jillian's back, the other bracing the back of his head as he began to sway side to side.
"Sssh." He had no reference for this, no manual for how to deal with crying children. His own father hadn't provided him a decent example for much of anything, and he'd always thought he didn't want kids. Despite that, he had a powerful urge to make Jillian's worries ease, to protect him from whatever had scared him in his dreams. What was that feeling?
Jillian's sobs quieted to sniffles, but it took a while, even for Jillian. He was generally so lively and cheerful that when things went bad, they went bad in a hurry - and apparently, for quite some time. Bastien was not normally a patient man by any means, but he somehow found it in himself to wait, to soothe, to simply pat his son until his breathing had evened and he was in a better situation to... what? Talk? Sleep?
God, he'd never dealt with anyone's nightmares but his own.
And his feet were cold.
Scooting further into the middle of the bed, no easy task considering it was built for a child, Bastien tucked his feet under the polka-dotted blankets and then adjusted them around Jillian's small form. Though he looked considerable calmer, there was something haunted about his son's face, and the moment he was out of Bastien's arms, he began to chew his lip.
"Stop that." Jillian did, but he didn't look easy about it, despite the fact that Bastien's tone had been more absent than firm. "Would you like to talk about your dream?"
Jillian's tiny hands found the blanket again, began to twist it in little cone shapes while he sat there. "Noooooo."
Bastien stared blankly, barely resisting the urge to sigh. "Are you sure? It must have been scary."
Wide eyes, so huge and innocent in their childishness, turned up to his. When he nodded, Bastien's heart sank. "It was. I don't want to talk about it because it was."
They both fell silent again, neither one knowing entirely what to say. Because it was Jillian, though, he couldn't remain too quiet for too long, and he peeked over at his guardian, lower lip sticking out slightly. "Dad?"
"Yes?" It was strange how automatic it had become; he responded to dad, daddy, OUCH WAAAHHH DAAAAAD... he'd become conditioned to Jillian's voice. He supposed he really was a father.
"Do I have to go back to sleep?"
Eyes narrowing, already imagining being up this early for the rest of the day, Bastien glanced to his son and nodded firmly. "Yes. We both have to go back to sleep."
Jillian heaved a sigh, reaching up to mess with his hair. Why that helped him, Bastien would never know, but the boy always seemed to need to have his hands moving. After a brief silence, Jillian ventured, "Do I have to go back to sleep right now?"
Bastien could already see where this was going. If he wanted to have any hope of getting a couple more hours of shut eye, he needed to get this kid to sleep and fast. Already he could feel himself waking up to the point where he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, and that was the last thing he wanted.
"Yes. We have to go to sleep now." His voice was firm but not unkind, and even still, he saw the worry come into Jillian's eyes.
He really was scared of whatever he'd dreamed about. It was disconcerting, considering how lively and vibrant he usually was. Though Bastien wouldn't press him to talk about it if he didn't want to, he did want to make the worry in his face go away. He was so young, after all. No one ought to be scared to go to sleep at Jillian's age.
Bastien's, maybe. But he had enough life experience to have real nightmares.
Reaching back, he fluffed his son's pillows, patting them afterward to indicate that he should lay back. Though Jillian still looked a little unwilling, he did so, allowing himself to be tucked in as well. When Bastien turned to get up, his hand shot out, gripping the sleeve of his father's robe.
"Dad, can you wait... until I go to sleep?"
Yes, that made sense. That was what a parent would do. They would sit at their child's bedside and wait for them to fall asleep after their nightmare. They would sit in the cold, possibly lose some toes to hypothermia, and then they would struggle back to their own bed to not sleep for the rest of the night. While the prospect was a dreary one, Bastien found that he was willing to do it for Jillian. For anyone else, probably not. But Jillian?
Jillian was his child, for better or worse. Certainly obtained by unconventional means, but he was his child.
"Sure." He hesitated a moment, then waved a hand at him. "You know what, scoot over. It's cold."
Delight sprang into Jillian's face, and he wiggled to the side, even going so far as to lift his blankets helpfully. Smiling a little, just because the gesture was so cute, Bastien slipped into the bed, tucked the oversized blankets around himself as he did.
It was a tight fit, and he had to crook his legs to keep his feet from hanging over. But it was a temporary spot, anyway. He'd only be there until Jillian fell asleep.
Then, Jillian snuggled right up to him, sigh so supremely content that Bastien's heart actually hurt for a moment.
"I'll go to sleep now." Eyes closing, Jillian looked so peaceful that Bastien was afraid to speak. "Night, Dad."
"Sweet dreams." He'd never said that before, he didn't think.
Still, as he watched Jillian's expression go slack, heard him begin to snore lightly, he figured it had done the trick.
The funny part was, before he knew it, he was asleep, too.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:11 am
Prompt 2 - Child Prompt - Guardian POV
It's the middle of the night, and suddenly you're jolted awake by a horrible scream. It seems that your child has had a terrible nightmare- as a parent, how do you calm them down and get them back to bed? Do they tell you what the dream was about?
(I am going to enter for Lemon and her name is Porsche for references in the storie.)
Swimming, dancing, singing. These thoughts and visions filled her mind’s eye as she slept and she could hear nothing in the house as her eyes opened, staring into the abysmal darkness. But what did these dreams mean? Was there something about to happen or was she just imagining it? Candice rubbed her temples with a frustrated sigh and plopped back onto the soft pillows that were slightly discolored. Her funds were not extensive and where she lived was not an especially nice place but she tried her best, doing odd jobs for everyone and taking on everything she could just trying to make ends meet. But that was her life, doing everything for everyone just trying to please them.
Soon the heavy shroud of sleep grabbed her once more, taking her into the laughter of what seemed to be a seventeenth century ball, the figures swirling about in gowns of gold, black, and white. her blue eyes looked down at what she was wearing and a frown furrowed her plucked eyebrows. Why was she not dressed as well as these enchanting ladies? Why was she stuck in a life like this? Why?! The question ran through her head as she moved around the dancing figures looking at their faces as they moved around the room. Could they not see her? Was she invisible? She couldn't be certain, but it was all very strange. While she watched quite suddenly the faces begin to melt away, the smiles seeming to stay there, fixed where they were on the distorting faces. Soon it was flesh and blood alone that were left of the dancers faces, a grotesque scene but she couldn't figure out what was happening.
A scream shattered the dream causing Candice to shoot upright in bed, her eyes wide and her chest rising sharply with each breathe. What the hell was that? Soon she heard her name being called and she knew it was Porsche. She flipped the heavy bed spread off her pale legs and moved herself off of the bed. The mattress still held her shape as she moved out of the doorway and down the hall. Soft sobs came from the room she had placed the child that had seemingly just appeared in her life. She had grown attached to this child rather quickly and she was not sure she liked that fact. What if this was somebody else’s little girl and she was sitting here thinking she was hers? No, no. She couldn't even think what ifs just now.
"What is it baby?" She questioned the small girl, whose eyes were red from crying. The dark haired woman sat beside the girl and stroked her fine hair as the young girl made a face that Candice lovingly referred to as her angry face.
"What took you so long!?" The little child hollered at Candice, before pushing herself up with her little arms and wrapping them around her caretakers’ waist. For a moment, Candice didn't react seeing as she was not entirely used to this type of contact but soon her arms slipped around the small girl and pulled her into her lap. Porsche made a face and a few whinny sounds until she was settled; then she rested her head on Candice's chest, listening to the heart beat of her caretaker.
"Would you like to tell me what the dream was about?" Candice questioned gently but an angry shake of the head from the young girl who made that same ‘angry’ face was the reply. She was not a good one around children but she pursed her lips and began to search for a way around the silence. Her fingers moved through the corn colored silken hair and her hand rested on the young girls back as she thought silently and the young girls sniffles echoed throughout the empty room. Soon Candice lifted the girls face up to look at her and the pale eyes of the small girl peered at her. Her ink stained fingers whipped away the tears that were on her cheek and a soft frown rested on the small girls face.
"Would you like to show me?" Candice tried again, her tone still calm for the child and after a moment, the child reluctantly nodded. Candice moved to help her down but the small girl pushed her arms away and climbed down herself. Porsche stumbled slightly as her small feet hit the ground and she begin to spin around in circles. Candice's brows furrowed lightly but she continued to watch the child as she danced around for a moment before pausing and taking her small hands, pulling at the skin on her face in a downwards motion. Now Candice was becoming concerned.
"Porsche, come back over her honey. I get it. Come!" She urged but the child kept dancing and doing the same motions all over again while her face begin to cringe up and fresh tears begin to fall anew down her already dirty cheeks. A feeling of panic began to arise in Candice and she rose to her feet.
"Porsche now!" Her voice began to rise but the child ignored it, twirling and sobbing all the while. "Porsche!" She practically screamed and the child fell onto the floor in a heap of the nightgown that Candice had made her. Her hands were in fists in her lap and her thin frail shoulders heaved in sobs.
"You can't leave me....You hear me! You can't leave me mommy! I won't let you! Never ever ever ever!...." Her small frail voice broke as Candice frowned and she moved to kneel next to the girl and rubbed her back. "Shh....Mommy isn't going to leave....Never ever ever."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:09 pm
Prompt 2 - Child Prompt - Guardian POV
It's the middle of the night, and suddenly you're jolted awake by a horrible scream. It seems that your child has had a terrible nightmare- as a parent, how do you calm them down and get them back to bed? Do they tell you what the dream was about?((I'm trying for Party Cake - I just used the name Daxter as a fill in. He's the one wearing the bright magenta font. )) Gabrielle, or Gabby as her newest family member had a tendency to call her, gave a sigh of relief as the kettle finally whisteled it's song, a high pitched, one note tune that did more to comfort her on a bad day than anything else ever could. Not that today had been a bad day. In fact, she hadn't experienced hardly any bad days since her recent adoption of Daxter. Pouring the hor water from the kettle into her favorite cup, she smiled at the thought of how much her life had changed since she had welcomed, albeit against her will, the small, exuberant child into her home. Grabbing the small, blue and white bag of hot cocoa mix next to her mug and a trusty spoon, she made her way into the living to unwind from today's boisterous trip to the zoo.
She almost made it, too. But somewhere between the kitchen and the couch, she heard a eardrumm splitting howl from the back corner bedroom that Daxter had claimed as his. Dropping her mug with a startled gasp, she gave a small howl herself as the hot water splashed all over her bare legs and sock covered feet. Giving a startled yelp, she ignored the scalding hot water covering her legs and made way toward the hallway.
Half running, half hopping, she tried to remove her socks while making tracks toward the back bedroom. Seconds later, she managed to slide into the doorway without hurting herself or the house. Pretty good considering that her legs were on fire, her heart was racing and in her hands were two very warm and soggy mismatched socks. all of which paled in comparison at the sight before her.
Her bright and sunny child was sitting in the middle of his bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Gabrielle could do nothing but stare. She had never seen her euphoric child in such a state. What the hell had happened. Snapping out of it, she hastily barged into the room and began checking every concevieble known place for things that scared little children. The closet - nothing but Daxter's unusual taste in clothing. The windows - no shadows or tree branches, just moonlite. Bending down to check under the bed, she jumped at the soft hand that grabbed her shirt and gave it a sharp tug. "What are you doing??" he demanded, voice wobbly from the tears and sobs that were breaking between the words.
Gabrielle peeked over the top of the bed and gave her new charge what she hoped was a comforting and convincing smile. "Looking for what made you scream?" she suggested, wishing her words had more confidence in them and less uncertainty.
Daxter stared at Gabby as though she had lost it, his sobbing almost under control now that he was distracted. "Are you crazy?" he questioned. "Why on earth would it be under the bed?!!?" Gabby shrugged, pulling herself into a sitting position onto the small, neon green rug beside Daxter's bed. "I don't know. That's where my mom always looked." she explained, happy to see her child no longer crying but more confused than ever as to what had caused it. Daxter blinked. "When you had a nightmare, your mother checked under your bed?"he asked, his tone incredulous.
Gabby nodded. "Ye. She di- Wait! Did you say nightmare?" she asked, feeling abit more confident in her self. A nightmare she could handle. She had nightmares. Everyone does.
Daxter nodded, his eyes wide. "Oh it was just simply awful!!" he screeched, his sobs turning back on with a vengence.
Gabby leaned foward and patted the sobbing child on the back. Daxter, however had other ideas. Turning to the side, he threw himself into her arms, knocking them both flat on her back. "Oh gabby, it was awful! Were at the zoo and this giant fish was on display and when we went to see it, it jumped out of the tank and chased us both." Taking a sharp breath, he continued, not waiting for a response from his new mother. Not that she could answer anyway, having had the wind knocked out of her by 35 pounds of flying, tear soaked child. "And then, right before it caught us, there was this awful bear who was the most curious shade of blue, that came along and shooed the fish away. Only to try and bite our ears off. And no matter how fast we ran, we just couldn't get away!" Daxter finished, another howl escaping his lips as he burrowed against Gabby's heaving chest.
Gabby struggled to breath and pat the scent's shivering back. "There there. It's all right. Wait, why was it trying to eat our ears?" she asked.
Daxter gave a shudder and snuggled tighter against his mother. "So we wouldn't hear the fish sing." he huffed, relaxing a bit under the consoling pats. "Why else would a bear want to eat our ears?" Daxter asked, as though any other solution was implausible.
Gabby held back a chuckle and nodded. Daxter seemed to be coming back into his old self. "Of course. Bears are jealous of singing fish. I didn't know that." Gabby said, trying to sound somewhat suprised. "Daxter? Any particular reason why we chose to go see the singing fish?" she asked, hoping the child would talk himself back to sleep as he did every night.
Daxt was wide awake now though, his usual energy bubbling up already. Leaning back, he gave Gabby a look as though she was the one out of it. "Who wouldn't wanna go see a singing fish?" His disbelief quickly gave way to a charming smile. "Gabby? Why are your shorts wet?" he asked, wiggling a bit in her lap as if to test the dampness.
"Cause I was trying to make hot cocao when you sceamed and scared the the dickens out of me." she grumbled, pushing the wiggling child off her lap and back toward his bed. "OH! I want hot cocao!" The now hyper scent exclaimed, leaping to his feet and grabbing his still sitting mother's hands. "Oh Gabby, can I please have some? Please, please please?!?" Daxter begged, jumping up and down in time to the 'pleases'. Before Gabby could respond though, he was already bolting out the bedroom throwing a belated 'thank you' at her halfway down the hallway.
Gabby smiled, pulling herself to her feet with a groan. She was stiff and cold but it was worth it to see Daxter back to normal. This parenting thing wasn't so hard. Plus, she was pretty sure she was getting the hang of it. Turning off Daxter's light, she made her way to the kitchen before Daxter could make too big of a mess.
No, this parenting thing wasn't that bad at all.
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