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Pouting and Frills
By: Marustika Date: January 18, 2016, 6:08 pm
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A pair of shifty eyes poked out from behind the oak door,
peering from within the dark. Seeing nothing, the figure
scuttled to look over the banister and was greeted with another
bar fight. The ruckus downstairs having been accounted for, the
man scuttled back into his room. The elf looked over to the
mattress and sighed with relief as the small thing continued to
snore. Archelios settled back into his chair and resumed staring
at the motionless lump. He reached out to flick the lamp on,
bathing the room in a warm glow. With a casual twiddle of his
fingers, the elf's work resumed; Needle and cloth were stitched
and snipped while he watched over his sleeping ward. This
continued well into the wee hours of the morning, right up until
the man's head began to nod and dip. Archelios' head drooped as
did the tools, clattering to the floor. Following that, a small
pair of feet thumped against the floor. A precocious-looking
child adjusted her nightgown before staring up at the
unconscious elf. The child giggled before looking down at the
mess of fabric at her feet. She groaned and picked up the pink
abomination, the dress littered with lace and frills. Ungodly
poofy sleeves almost seemed to look back at her and she huffed.
Before the child could gather her things for a scuttle out the
window a wrinkly hand snatched her by the back of hr nightgown.
"Ah ah ah," the elf cooed, " if you're going to sneak out again,
try and be a bit quieter. Papa's ears hear more than you think."
With that he scooped up the wriggling child and slid her into
the dress. There was a bit of a fight and plenty of screaming,
tiny fists flying everywhere. The man laughed and plopped the
now very pink little girl into the chair. Archelios brushed the
mangy blonde locks and framed the bangs about the fuming face.
The little girl was quiet, knowing full well that any curses
would be met with another bottom spanking. The elf stepped away
to give her a full view of the mirror; If she could drop dead at
any moment, the child would've. Arms embraced her and squeezed
tightly, the old man giddy.
"Now how's that? Papa did good," he said, puffing his chest with
pride. An unseen fist socked him in the gut and he doubled over
coughing. The little girl scrabbled to stand on the chair in an
attempt to meet his gaze. She grabbed his long ears and shoved
her face into his.
"Listen you," she growled, "this is supposed to be /temporary/.
Instead of fixing me, you're playing house!" The elf frowned as
the girl yelled herself red in the face. With practiced ease he
extricated himself from her fingers and moved to sit on the bed.
He stared and waited as she continued to yell, jumping up and
down on the chair. Eventually she ran out of steam and stood
there panting.
"Are we done?"The child took a moment to nod, as if checking to
see if her lungs could withstand another screaming fit. "Good.
And I am doing my best, sweetheart. I'm honestly afraid to see
if I can change you back, I'm good but this is too risky. What
if I make you younger? Do you want me to start changing
diapers?" The child's lip quivered at his tone and she shook her
head."I thought not. Now the House Devereaux was an option
before but we're fugitives now and they'll just as likely kill
us on sight. The Silent is our only chance to fix you but that
will take time. I need to earn their trust before even
considering bringing you in...Which gives you time to start
working on an apology for-" the elf stopped himself, the child
on the verge of tears. He sighed and moved in for a hug. She
didn't resist but her little arms did not return the hug.
Archelios felt his shoulders dampen with tears and he held her
until they stopped. Pulling away he gave her a smile.
"Shhh, it's going to be fine. You'll be forgiven, but it has to
be sincere. Can you do that?" The child wiped at her nose and
sniffled, not meeting his gaze. "Well if you can't learn to be
humble then this will take longer. Just do it for me, will you?
You're adorable but I miss my big girl." She stuck out her lip
and fiddled with the puffy sleeves. The elf spoke a soft
incantation, his wrinkles dissipating and his form softening
into a younger female form. The highborne looked down and
smiled. "Let's go sweetie, daddy's spell won't last long, so
let's go buy some groceries and show you off to the
townspeople!" The little girl squealed and screeched as she was
dragged out the door, her guardian humming a sweet tune.
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