Post by skyeknight on Mar 18, 2018 2:21:16 GMT
Jane wasn’t sure what to think. Her father had confessed to liking Aqua – a faery. A Seelie Faery. It went against everything that he had taught her since she was a little girl. For as long as she could remember, her father told her time and time again to stay away from faeries. She had avoided any faery regardless of Seelie or Unseelie. They brought nothing but trouble and they would try to make her their servant if they had even the slightest of a chance. Because they were mentally still in medieval times despite humans being progressive enough to outlaw that sort of stuff. Point one for humans.
So he liked Aqua. After his confession the formerly unaware faery now knew of the pining her father was doing for her. Jane had already told her father that she had disapproved, but he was a grown man, he could decide who he loved or not. Naturally, this meant Jane had to get a feel for the faery. She had come to ‘family’ dinner night – unaware of Jane’s ulterior motive to have the faery attend. She had brought dessert – truffles. They were rich and sweet and a little messy once they melted. Jane loved them instantly. Which Jane found frustrating because she was trying to see what sort of faults this woman had. Instead, she found a reason to like her more. Not helpful.
It wasn’t hard to like Aqua. She was an agreeable sort of woman, when she wasn’t so wrapped up in her own misery. But Jane kept a hawk-like gaze on her throughout the night, looking for the slightest trace of dishonesty. Aqua had stuck by Namine through a good portion of the night. The blonde was still timid from time to time. Having her dog certainly helped, but Aqua was kind, soft spoken and most of all patient.
The duo (namely Aqua rather than Namine) bullied Jane and Omar from the kitchen so they could do the dishes. At first Jane thought her old man would blow a gasket with how quick he tried to protest it. A quick retort from the faery had him retreating. That alone had Namine in a fit of stifled giggles. The blonde’s laugh was probably the only reason Omar took this ‘loss’ so well. Omar was left to sulk in his own living room, keeping Namine’s dog - Lance - occupied so he didn’t try to slober all over his owner.
When Aqua was around Omar, it was clear things were different. She was polite, kind and she had this smile that lit up the entire room. Though Jane noticed more. Aqua was tentative, still testing the waters of their relationship. She clearly didn’t know where she stood on it, despite her father already having dropped the L word. Nevertheless, she blushed when he complimented her. She gave nervous laughs when they’d accidentally brush up against one another. Her attention was on him. No wonder her father was smitten.
Over dinner, Aqua confessed to never spending any time at the court. She didn’t know the first thing about faery customs, other than what her parents told her – fabrications to protect her from the court lifestyle. It did explain how Aqua could stand to look at them and not treat them like they were repulsive lesser beings because they were trolls. Even most faeries would have had a problem with Namine, or kidnapped her to either serve as a muse for the rest of her life or a breeding tool.
Aqua did carry a lingering sadness about her, Jane noted. A little coaxing from Namine on the side and Jane learned Aqua had buried her first love – a human no less. Something Aqua and Omar had in common. Jane felt that if her father did see someone else, it should be someone who stuck with him through thick and thin. Also, he needed someone with a longer lifespan. That way, he didn’t have to bury a lover young again. Aqua had that going for her. Still very young – Jane’s age actually – but give it a few decades of Aqua staying the same physically and no one would care.
It was a little funny to watch her dad with the woman. He was trying so hard to get her attention. When she gave it, he had this look about him that Jane remembered seeing when she was a little girl. The look he gave her mother. That over the moon reaction to any bit of returned affection from her. But the question remained, did Aqua deserve that affection?
Her answer came when Aqua was putting away the dishes. One second she had put a pot into one of the cabinets, the next she had given a shout. She held her hand as if it had been burned. The culprit was a cast iron skillet (not used in the meal as it would have likely killed Aqua). Not hot, but her skin was not made to touch those sort of objects. It looked like she had a severe sunburn. Omar sprang into the kitchen, as if it were a fiery inferno and he was trying to rescue the woman. He had been swearing profusely, slipping into older languages he knew. It was quite impressive.
Jane ushered Namine out of the way and into another room, but she kept an eye on her father and the faery. Aqua was teary eyed, apologizing multiple times for not thinking, just grabbing the pot handle and getting hurt in general. ‘You don’t need to worry about me’ or ‘I’ll be okay’ or ‘I’m sorry’ in general. Omar was apologizing for even having the skillet and not putting away the dishes himself, despite Aqua kicking him out of the kitchen. ‘Don’t worry’ and ‘It’s going to be okay’ and ‘I’ll fix this up’ issued from the troll.
The burn wasn’t bad. There was only some super-heated skin. Red and angry as if to remind the faery why she shouldn’t touch iron. She must have barely brushed her palm against the handle and let go just as quick. However, Omar insisted on cleaning up Aqua’s hand. A balm for healing, gentle and herbal, probably something he learned a few centuries before Jane was even born. Then a loose bandage, to prevent irritation or infection. Lastly, it ended with Omar telling her she was barred from finishing the dishes. As he engrossed himself in his work on her injury, Aqua watched him with a light blush on her face.
Jane almost laughed outright. Her father had been struggling to get Aqua’s attention ever since he met her. What he didn’t realize was he already had it. Aqua just had to realize the same thing. She was still tentative in everything she did around Omar, but it was clear she was starting to open up more, bit by bit. Her father was a master in patience. He would likely have her heart sooner rather than later. Aqua had spent the most time with Omar that night. She had laughed at all of his (in Jane’s opinion) not-so-funny dad jokes. She had asked about his music, his band, and his passions. She was truly interested in everything that Omar had to say. She followed along with every word.
It was kind of adorable now that Jane thought about it.
It was also kind of sad too.
Omar looked at Aqua like a man seeing sunlight for the first time in a long time. He was in wonder and shock of her. Being around her seemed to help heal some of the hurt left by what had happened to Cindy. Jane almost expected him to pinch himself to make sure that she was real. Aqua was bright and warm. Considering how much time the man spent alone after Jane’s mother died and until Jane came back, a companion and lover like that was bound to thaw him out of the shell he had pulled himself into.
Aqua looked at Omar like someone seeing the moon for the first time. A little fearful, but full of wonder and awe at the same time. She had been hurt by her ex, so had Omar but he knew not to gaze at the metaphorical sun for too long or he would be blinded. Aqua hadn’t learned that lesson yet and she gravitated towards him. She wanted to risk a broken heart again but with Omar. Jane knew that Omar wouldn’t squander that trust.
Jane gave a soft sigh. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with the faery after all. She couldn’t stop them from liking one another because it was already past a simple crush. Plain and simple, Omar adored the faery. It wasn’t often her father took lovers. He had his little trinkets and treasures to remind him of the good times with each of them. Not to mention the tribute songs he sang. He sang Glassy Sky for Jane’s mother and now, Electric Indigo for Aqua.
Aqua seemed to like Omar back. It still frustrated her how much Aqua hadn't noticed simply because she had chosen not to. How oblivious can you get if you didn’t realize that Omar was following the faery around like a little puppy waiting for a treat? It was painful to watch them flit around the almost obvious elephant in the room. Jane could see it, almost as plain as day. She looked to Namine when she heard a soft giggle. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who saw what was going on between those two.
"Hey, you two, get a room already!"
"Jane!"
That didn't mean she couldn't have fun with it.
So he liked Aqua. After his confession the formerly unaware faery now knew of the pining her father was doing for her. Jane had already told her father that she had disapproved, but he was a grown man, he could decide who he loved or not. Naturally, this meant Jane had to get a feel for the faery. She had come to ‘family’ dinner night – unaware of Jane’s ulterior motive to have the faery attend. She had brought dessert – truffles. They were rich and sweet and a little messy once they melted. Jane loved them instantly. Which Jane found frustrating because she was trying to see what sort of faults this woman had. Instead, she found a reason to like her more. Not helpful.
It wasn’t hard to like Aqua. She was an agreeable sort of woman, when she wasn’t so wrapped up in her own misery. But Jane kept a hawk-like gaze on her throughout the night, looking for the slightest trace of dishonesty. Aqua had stuck by Namine through a good portion of the night. The blonde was still timid from time to time. Having her dog certainly helped, but Aqua was kind, soft spoken and most of all patient.
The duo (namely Aqua rather than Namine) bullied Jane and Omar from the kitchen so they could do the dishes. At first Jane thought her old man would blow a gasket with how quick he tried to protest it. A quick retort from the faery had him retreating. That alone had Namine in a fit of stifled giggles. The blonde’s laugh was probably the only reason Omar took this ‘loss’ so well. Omar was left to sulk in his own living room, keeping Namine’s dog - Lance - occupied so he didn’t try to slober all over his owner.
When Aqua was around Omar, it was clear things were different. She was polite, kind and she had this smile that lit up the entire room. Though Jane noticed more. Aqua was tentative, still testing the waters of their relationship. She clearly didn’t know where she stood on it, despite her father already having dropped the L word. Nevertheless, she blushed when he complimented her. She gave nervous laughs when they’d accidentally brush up against one another. Her attention was on him. No wonder her father was smitten.
Over dinner, Aqua confessed to never spending any time at the court. She didn’t know the first thing about faery customs, other than what her parents told her – fabrications to protect her from the court lifestyle. It did explain how Aqua could stand to look at them and not treat them like they were repulsive lesser beings because they were trolls. Even most faeries would have had a problem with Namine, or kidnapped her to either serve as a muse for the rest of her life or a breeding tool.
Aqua did carry a lingering sadness about her, Jane noted. A little coaxing from Namine on the side and Jane learned Aqua had buried her first love – a human no less. Something Aqua and Omar had in common. Jane felt that if her father did see someone else, it should be someone who stuck with him through thick and thin. Also, he needed someone with a longer lifespan. That way, he didn’t have to bury a lover young again. Aqua had that going for her. Still very young – Jane’s age actually – but give it a few decades of Aqua staying the same physically and no one would care.
It was a little funny to watch her dad with the woman. He was trying so hard to get her attention. When she gave it, he had this look about him that Jane remembered seeing when she was a little girl. The look he gave her mother. That over the moon reaction to any bit of returned affection from her. But the question remained, did Aqua deserve that affection?
Her answer came when Aqua was putting away the dishes. One second she had put a pot into one of the cabinets, the next she had given a shout. She held her hand as if it had been burned. The culprit was a cast iron skillet (not used in the meal as it would have likely killed Aqua). Not hot, but her skin was not made to touch those sort of objects. It looked like she had a severe sunburn. Omar sprang into the kitchen, as if it were a fiery inferno and he was trying to rescue the woman. He had been swearing profusely, slipping into older languages he knew. It was quite impressive.
Jane ushered Namine out of the way and into another room, but she kept an eye on her father and the faery. Aqua was teary eyed, apologizing multiple times for not thinking, just grabbing the pot handle and getting hurt in general. ‘You don’t need to worry about me’ or ‘I’ll be okay’ or ‘I’m sorry’ in general. Omar was apologizing for even having the skillet and not putting away the dishes himself, despite Aqua kicking him out of the kitchen. ‘Don’t worry’ and ‘It’s going to be okay’ and ‘I’ll fix this up’ issued from the troll.
The burn wasn’t bad. There was only some super-heated skin. Red and angry as if to remind the faery why she shouldn’t touch iron. She must have barely brushed her palm against the handle and let go just as quick. However, Omar insisted on cleaning up Aqua’s hand. A balm for healing, gentle and herbal, probably something he learned a few centuries before Jane was even born. Then a loose bandage, to prevent irritation or infection. Lastly, it ended with Omar telling her she was barred from finishing the dishes. As he engrossed himself in his work on her injury, Aqua watched him with a light blush on her face.
Jane almost laughed outright. Her father had been struggling to get Aqua’s attention ever since he met her. What he didn’t realize was he already had it. Aqua just had to realize the same thing. She was still tentative in everything she did around Omar, but it was clear she was starting to open up more, bit by bit. Her father was a master in patience. He would likely have her heart sooner rather than later. Aqua had spent the most time with Omar that night. She had laughed at all of his (in Jane’s opinion) not-so-funny dad jokes. She had asked about his music, his band, and his passions. She was truly interested in everything that Omar had to say. She followed along with every word.
It was kind of adorable now that Jane thought about it.
It was also kind of sad too.
Omar looked at Aqua like a man seeing sunlight for the first time in a long time. He was in wonder and shock of her. Being around her seemed to help heal some of the hurt left by what had happened to Cindy. Jane almost expected him to pinch himself to make sure that she was real. Aqua was bright and warm. Considering how much time the man spent alone after Jane’s mother died and until Jane came back, a companion and lover like that was bound to thaw him out of the shell he had pulled himself into.
Aqua looked at Omar like someone seeing the moon for the first time. A little fearful, but full of wonder and awe at the same time. She had been hurt by her ex, so had Omar but he knew not to gaze at the metaphorical sun for too long or he would be blinded. Aqua hadn’t learned that lesson yet and she gravitated towards him. She wanted to risk a broken heart again but with Omar. Jane knew that Omar wouldn’t squander that trust.
Jane gave a soft sigh. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with the faery after all. She couldn’t stop them from liking one another because it was already past a simple crush. Plain and simple, Omar adored the faery. It wasn’t often her father took lovers. He had his little trinkets and treasures to remind him of the good times with each of them. Not to mention the tribute songs he sang. He sang Glassy Sky for Jane’s mother and now, Electric Indigo for Aqua.
Aqua seemed to like Omar back. It still frustrated her how much Aqua hadn't noticed simply because she had chosen not to. How oblivious can you get if you didn’t realize that Omar was following the faery around like a little puppy waiting for a treat? It was painful to watch them flit around the almost obvious elephant in the room. Jane could see it, almost as plain as day. She looked to Namine when she heard a soft giggle. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who saw what was going on between those two.
"Hey, you two, get a room already!"
"Jane!"
That didn't mean she couldn't have fun with it.