Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 20:37:47 GMT
Omar smiled as he prepared dinner for his two girls. It had taken some getting done, getting Namine to leave her apartment and come visit him in his, but he managed and was currently making some Sheppard’s pie for his girls. Namine was doing better but was still far more jumpy than usual. Omar had decided to spend every day with her and Jane till Aqua got back from her trip. He’d let them look through some of his old crates and boxes. He’d never hidden the fact that he’d had other lovers besides Cindy from Jane. He figured it’d get a kick out of her, seeing her dad in period clothes from different centuries.
“Hey dad, who’s this woman and baby with you? It’s got a tail so I know the baby isn’t me or Danny” Omar froze. He’d never hidden his lovers from Jane. But this...yes. He’d rather not have to have this conversation. How did that painting even get into the crates?
“That’s Snapper” he finally said. He turned to his daughter and Namine and leaned against the counter. “He’s my first child”
Jane’s mouth dropped open. And Namine blinked in surprise. “I have a big brother?!” Jane finally burst out. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?! Where is he? can I meet him?”
Omar chuckled uneasily and put a hand up, cautioning Jane to slow down. “One thing at a time. Yes, you have a big brother. He’s three centuries old and is a pure troll. I never told you because he’d rather you didn’t know. He’s currently in Scandinavia and no, you can’t meet him. He’s a tricky one, you’d never find him even if you unearthed every tree in the forest he calls home”
Jane looked disappointed and Namine bit her lip. “Wh-why doesn’t he want Jane to know about him?” she asked softly as Omar turned back to his preparation. He shrugged.
“He’s just a loner. Pure trolls generally are. He didn’t want a sister to slow him down. Plus, I think he was kind of mad at me. His mother’s still alive and I think he sees you as a sort of betrayal”
Omar mixed the greenbeans, mushroom soup and meat together and turned to making the mashed potatoes to put on top. “I still don’t get why he has a tail. You and I don’t have tails” Jane said and Omar sighed.
“Trolls are unique in that they are born with different abilities and physical traits depending where they are born” Omar explained. “Plus his mother is Norwegian so yea. He gets a tale and pointed ears because he comes from that area. I’m a European troll. It’s just a weird thing. You’re half troll so it doesn’t matter”
He glanced back at Jane and Namine. Jane’s mouth was wide open and Namine was putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Omar shrugged apologetically.
“Do I get powers dad?” Omar bit his lip. He’d been afraid of this.
“No honey. It’s because...I’m a forkrøplet troll. A stunted troll. I’ll never grow into my powers and never grow older than my mid 20‘s. Sometimes it happens. I just have superstrength, but I’ll never be like other trolls”
A minute later he was being hugged by two sets of arms. He hugged his girls back.
“I still want to meet Snapper”
Omar snorted.
“Not on your life”
“Hey dad, who’s this woman and baby with you? It’s got a tail so I know the baby isn’t me or Danny” Omar froze. He’d never hidden his lovers from Jane. But this...yes. He’d rather not have to have this conversation. How did that painting even get into the crates?
“That’s Snapper” he finally said. He turned to his daughter and Namine and leaned against the counter. “He’s my first child”
Jane’s mouth dropped open. And Namine blinked in surprise. “I have a big brother?!” Jane finally burst out. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?! Where is he? can I meet him?”
Omar chuckled uneasily and put a hand up, cautioning Jane to slow down. “One thing at a time. Yes, you have a big brother. He’s three centuries old and is a pure troll. I never told you because he’d rather you didn’t know. He’s currently in Scandinavia and no, you can’t meet him. He’s a tricky one, you’d never find him even if you unearthed every tree in the forest he calls home”
Jane looked disappointed and Namine bit her lip. “Wh-why doesn’t he want Jane to know about him?” she asked softly as Omar turned back to his preparation. He shrugged.
“He’s just a loner. Pure trolls generally are. He didn’t want a sister to slow him down. Plus, I think he was kind of mad at me. His mother’s still alive and I think he sees you as a sort of betrayal”
Omar mixed the greenbeans, mushroom soup and meat together and turned to making the mashed potatoes to put on top. “I still don’t get why he has a tail. You and I don’t have tails” Jane said and Omar sighed.
“Trolls are unique in that they are born with different abilities and physical traits depending where they are born” Omar explained. “Plus his mother is Norwegian so yea. He gets a tale and pointed ears because he comes from that area. I’m a European troll. It’s just a weird thing. You’re half troll so it doesn’t matter”
He glanced back at Jane and Namine. Jane’s mouth was wide open and Namine was putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Omar shrugged apologetically.
“Do I get powers dad?” Omar bit his lip. He’d been afraid of this.
“No honey. It’s because...I’m a forkrøplet troll. A stunted troll. I’ll never grow into my powers and never grow older than my mid 20‘s. Sometimes it happens. I just have superstrength, but I’ll never be like other trolls”
A minute later he was being hugged by two sets of arms. He hugged his girls back.
“I still want to meet Snapper”
Omar snorted.
“Not on your life”