Sunday, March 6, 2011








"Awwww... Rowan! Have you been worshipping me? I am so sorry I haven't noticed! And here we are... sharing a meal and no human sacrifice in site!"

People begin to choke, fighting to swallow their drinks. Grace feigns shock. "As Jack and I are the only true humans here, I object on both our behalfs! I am NOT going to be sacrificed to you Ob. Neither is Jack!"

Ob grins and winks at the older woman. "We could always sacrifice Patti."

Patti stops clearing plates to raise a brow at Ob. She cocks a hip and purrs at him, "Sorry Demon Spawn... but I'm not a virgin."

Ob grins and leans closer to her, sliding his unseen tail up Pandora's leg. "We could make an exception..."

Patti laughs and saunters to the kitchen with a loaded tray. Laughter erupts as he pouts. Pandora swats him and he leans over to nip her neck. Grace smiles at him indulgently from her end of the table. "Obsidian, you play such a cad, yet we all know you are devoted to your wife and daughter."

His accent deepens, r's rolling in a throaty purr. "My reasons for accepting who I am, Abuele." His eyes soften. "As are you, and every kith and kin of the Tavern. This has become my nest, my home."

Grace laughs. "You are a softy underneath your scales."

Stoney raps his knuckles on the top of Ob's head. "And a skull loaded with rocks, Grandmere..." he winks at the woman. "That's why you always aim your strikes" he pats Ob's stomach, "at the soft belly."

"HEY!" Ob pulls open his vest. "I am as rock solid as..." he pokes his belly. "Oh, mierda! I'm getting fat!"

Ike grins at the flat plains and ridges of her brother's sixpack. "Yeah right, bro... soon you'll look like the Buddha, himself."

Tori grins at Rowan, "See... no worries... the Demon Spawn has your back. Even if he is getting fat and slow." He mutters aloud, "Hey now... no one said I was slow!", but she ignores him,.She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "How do you think the... Good Reverend... would deal with a late night visit by some demon kind?"

Ob laughs. "Tori! No more munching on annoying Christian leaders!"

She frowns. "I only ate two in over 240 years, and you are not going to let me forget that are you?"

He grins. "That's what brothers are for, *hermana mia."


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