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genessia2018-11-08 07:32 pm
thefirething) wrote in genessia2018-11-08 07:32 pm
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[ If Neil is going to be part of Charlie’s life, there are certain things he has to understand. Like the fact that Charlie sometimes pulls stupid shit on the people she cares about and today is no different. When the feed kicks on, it’s only part of Charlie’s face as she films something going on behind her. And there’s a sound. Not a god-awful sound, but not a very comfortable one, either.
Someone is singing, and not too well. Couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, that’s how bad. Who is this singing monster?
No monster. Just Neil who, unaware he’s being filmed, steps into frame in the kitchen, still singing away and doing who knows what while Charlie records. ]
She likes me for me...not because I hang with Leonardo, or that guy who played in "Fargo," I think his name is Steve…
[The melody is still fresh in his memory thanks to the music Eli had given him for his birthday--Neil still didn’t get the whole ‘play list’ thing, but Blessid Union of Souls had been on there, and having it right at his fingertips again was the best thing to happen to him since--well, since his nameday.
So he’s still got the song stuck in his head, and regardless of his lousy voice, he’s still singing to himself as he steps into the shot and plants himself at the kitchen table, dagger and whetstone in hand. He’s just relaxing, sharpening his weapon, singing along to the song lodged happily into the forefront of his mind…
And as he pauses to hum the bridge, still focused on his dagger, he tests the edge and…]
You do remember I’m a trained soldier, right?
[After a beat, he lifts his gaze to stare directly at the back of Charlie’s head with a raised eyebrow.]
Out with it--how long you been standin’ there, kiddo?
[Translation: yes, Charlie, you snuck up on him. This is officially damage control--and he hasn’t seen the phone just yet.]
I thought an animal was dying and wanted to find the source. See if I could help.
[ Yes, that is some seriously loving teasing coming from Charlie. What other kind is there? She knows he hasn’t seen the phone yet, and there’s a twinkle in her eyes that shows she’s smiling, even if the smile isn’t seen on screen. ]
I’m pretty sure most of the city is concerned about the animal, too.
[ And with that? She’s going to run because there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t understand that and figure out just what she’d been doing. ]
[She gets a small head start as Neil puts the pieces together. Then the phone doesn’t pick up the reaction because she’s running--and Neil was surprisingly quiet as he vaulted over the kitchen table and hit the ground, sneakers squeaking against the tiles only a little as he gives chase, dead silent until he’s gaining on her with a breathless laugh and makes a grab for her phone.]
Oh, no you don’t, you little--give me that!
[ There’s a shriek of surprise, mixed with the kind of maniacal laugh that can only come from someone having a lot of fun. Ridiculous amounts of fun and the miracle in that is Charlie doesn’t laugh all that much, so the people she knows should find that sound interesting. She holds her phone up and out of the way, the view jostling and shifting as she does what she can to keep Neil from getting her phone. ]
No! No way! Not a chance!
[ As the phone twists and turns, it shows the shot of the pool in the courtyard of Villa Ascua, Charlie unknowingly making her way backwards towards it. She’s so distracted by her game and silliness that when she does in fact finally fall into the pool, she has a second to telekinetically shove her phone onto the nearest chair. The splash as she hits the water is shown and a moment later, the flailing limbs of a girl rapidly surfacing and making her way to the edge of the pool.
Still grinning, but maybe not as much now. ]
Ember’s shrunken shriveled nutsack!
[Neil’s cursing precedes his appearance in the feed. Dropping to his knees at the edge of the pool, he extends his hand to Charlie when she gets close, ready to pull her straight out of the water. He’s laughing himself, but there’s visible concern in his posture and what’s visible of his expression.
She can swim, at least--but he knows how much water irks the fuck out of him on a good day. Side effect of fire magic...it can’t be comfortable for her, either.]
You okay, kiddo? Gimme your hand, I gotcha…
[ Charlie isn’t going to say no to the assist, not even a little bit. Her hand grabs his and soon enough, she’s out of the water, flopping backwards onto her back and giving him a thumbs-up in response. Hair matted over her face from water for a moment, she pushes it aside and wipes water off her face. ]
Pretty sure that’s called karma. I’m now mildly embarrassed. We’re even.
[ A pause and then, in a smaller, less amused voice; ]
Can you get me a towel, please?
[Neil already has a hand outstretched as she speaks, calling up a ball of dragon fire, then draining the flame away until all that’s left is an orb of white energy, iridescent and touched with color. The energy contracts, developing a film that turns it into a solid orb in his hand--one he immediately crushes.
White smoke billows, vanishes--and there’s a fluffy white towel in his hand. Reaching for her hand, he pulls her to a sitting position and drapes it around her shoulders and over her head, scrubbing his hands over her towel-wrapped arms. He channels heat into the towel, keeping it warm as he tries to help her dry off with a rueful grin.]
Gotcha. [He’s breathless from the brute force use of magic--but using fire to grab one from the house would have taken too long, and his kid is wet.
She’s always his kid when he thinks of her these days. He makes a point of not bringing it up.]
Better? I can dry you off if you want. Y’know--the fast way.
[He lifts a hand in offering, a tiny tongue of dragon fire springing to life at each of his fingertips.]
I’m good.
[ She really, really is. Shooting Neil one more smile, she leans on him for a second before standing and walking to her phone, picking it up and shutting it off. ]
Someone is singing, and not too well. Couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, that’s how bad. Who is this singing monster?
No monster. Just Neil who, unaware he’s being filmed, steps into frame in the kitchen, still singing away and doing who knows what while Charlie records. ]
She likes me for me...not because I hang with Leonardo, or that guy who played in "Fargo," I think his name is Steve…
[The melody is still fresh in his memory thanks to the music Eli had given him for his birthday--Neil still didn’t get the whole ‘play list’ thing, but Blessid Union of Souls had been on there, and having it right at his fingertips again was the best thing to happen to him since--well, since his nameday.
So he’s still got the song stuck in his head, and regardless of his lousy voice, he’s still singing to himself as he steps into the shot and plants himself at the kitchen table, dagger and whetstone in hand. He’s just relaxing, sharpening his weapon, singing along to the song lodged happily into the forefront of his mind…
And as he pauses to hum the bridge, still focused on his dagger, he tests the edge and…]
You do remember I’m a trained soldier, right?
[After a beat, he lifts his gaze to stare directly at the back of Charlie’s head with a raised eyebrow.]
Out with it--how long you been standin’ there, kiddo?
[Translation: yes, Charlie, you snuck up on him. This is officially damage control--and he hasn’t seen the phone just yet.]
I thought an animal was dying and wanted to find the source. See if I could help.
[ Yes, that is some seriously loving teasing coming from Charlie. What other kind is there? She knows he hasn’t seen the phone yet, and there’s a twinkle in her eyes that shows she’s smiling, even if the smile isn’t seen on screen. ]
I’m pretty sure most of the city is concerned about the animal, too.
[ And with that? She’s going to run because there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t understand that and figure out just what she’d been doing. ]
[She gets a small head start as Neil puts the pieces together. Then the phone doesn’t pick up the reaction because she’s running--and Neil was surprisingly quiet as he vaulted over the kitchen table and hit the ground, sneakers squeaking against the tiles only a little as he gives chase, dead silent until he’s gaining on her with a breathless laugh and makes a grab for her phone.]
Oh, no you don’t, you little--give me that!
[ There’s a shriek of surprise, mixed with the kind of maniacal laugh that can only come from someone having a lot of fun. Ridiculous amounts of fun and the miracle in that is Charlie doesn’t laugh all that much, so the people she knows should find that sound interesting. She holds her phone up and out of the way, the view jostling and shifting as she does what she can to keep Neil from getting her phone. ]
No! No way! Not a chance!
[ As the phone twists and turns, it shows the shot of the pool in the courtyard of Villa Ascua, Charlie unknowingly making her way backwards towards it. She’s so distracted by her game and silliness that when she does in fact finally fall into the pool, she has a second to telekinetically shove her phone onto the nearest chair. The splash as she hits the water is shown and a moment later, the flailing limbs of a girl rapidly surfacing and making her way to the edge of the pool.
Still grinning, but maybe not as much now. ]
Ember’s shrunken shriveled nutsack!
[Neil’s cursing precedes his appearance in the feed. Dropping to his knees at the edge of the pool, he extends his hand to Charlie when she gets close, ready to pull her straight out of the water. He’s laughing himself, but there’s visible concern in his posture and what’s visible of his expression.
She can swim, at least--but he knows how much water irks the fuck out of him on a good day. Side effect of fire magic...it can’t be comfortable for her, either.]
You okay, kiddo? Gimme your hand, I gotcha…
[ Charlie isn’t going to say no to the assist, not even a little bit. Her hand grabs his and soon enough, she’s out of the water, flopping backwards onto her back and giving him a thumbs-up in response. Hair matted over her face from water for a moment, she pushes it aside and wipes water off her face. ]
Pretty sure that’s called karma. I’m now mildly embarrassed. We’re even.
[ A pause and then, in a smaller, less amused voice; ]
Can you get me a towel, please?
[Neil already has a hand outstretched as she speaks, calling up a ball of dragon fire, then draining the flame away until all that’s left is an orb of white energy, iridescent and touched with color. The energy contracts, developing a film that turns it into a solid orb in his hand--one he immediately crushes.
White smoke billows, vanishes--and there’s a fluffy white towel in his hand. Reaching for her hand, he pulls her to a sitting position and drapes it around her shoulders and over her head, scrubbing his hands over her towel-wrapped arms. He channels heat into the towel, keeping it warm as he tries to help her dry off with a rueful grin.]
Gotcha. [He’s breathless from the brute force use of magic--but using fire to grab one from the house would have taken too long, and his kid is wet.
She’s always his kid when he thinks of her these days. He makes a point of not bringing it up.]
Better? I can dry you off if you want. Y’know--the fast way.
[He lifts a hand in offering, a tiny tongue of dragon fire springing to life at each of his fingertips.]
I’m good.
[ She really, really is. Shooting Neil one more smile, she leans on him for a second before standing and walking to her phone, picking it up and shutting it off. ]