I have one for you! Also posted at raythoo, a Ponclast drabble. Hope that you enjoy.
Title: Patrimony Rating: G
In Bewitchments, after Gahrazel and Swift get drunk and they go to talk with Cal, while there in Cal's room, Swift says this:
"Cal thinks we are monsters," I remarked to Gahrazel.
"My father thinks that too," he replied. "He often called me a little monster."
"Varrish brats," Cal said good-naturedly.
Ponclast looked at Gahrazel, his son. It was inconceivable, and yet, there he stood, dark wavy hair and defiant eyes. Sexuality teemed under his skin, though Ponclast could tell he was only barely aware of it. Feybraiha: Wraeththu adolescence. Ponclast had never known that; he'd been incepted when human. This was beyond him. A thought, long-nurtured, made its way into his mouth, the tendril of words on his tongue.
"All right, little monster. I'm sending you to Terzian. South. He has a son, too; you'll be better off there."
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Date: 2008-08-25 07:31 pm (UTC)Title: Patrimony
Rating: G
In Bewitchments, after Gahrazel and Swift get drunk and they go to talk with Cal, while there in Cal's room, Swift says this:
"Cal thinks we are monsters," I remarked to Gahrazel.
"My father thinks that too," he replied. "He often called me a little monster."
"Varrish brats," Cal said good-naturedly.
Ponclast looked at Gahrazel, his son. It was inconceivable, and yet, there he stood, dark wavy hair and defiant eyes. Sexuality teemed under his skin, though Ponclast could tell he was only barely aware of it. Feybraiha: Wraeththu adolescence. Ponclast had never known that; he'd been incepted when human. This was beyond him. A thought, long-nurtured, made its way into his mouth, the tendril of words on his tongue.
"All right, little monster. I'm sending you to Terzian. South. He has a son, too; you'll be better off there."
Gahrazel glared angrily at him, lips twitching.
"Yes, father," he spat.