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Posted on March 11, 2014 at 01:01:03 AM by Moth & Dexter
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The look Heyel gives me as Zelly butchers his name does not go unmissed but I give him a grimace as if remind him of patience, that virtue he seems to be missing. Just as she is having trouble saying his name, he seems to be doing the same to hers so how can I get onto her unless he tries harder? I swear, it's like he likes getting into it with youngsters. He turns back to her, telling her that she can manage his name if she tries though I can catch the tone of sarcasm beneath it like he thinks she's doing it on purpose. He may be right but what kind of parent would I be to not have some faith in my own children? He does not seem fond of my teasing words about his battles, bringing up the herbs I gave him as drugs as if i'm some kind of addict. My eyes narrow scoldingly at him now, just as if he were a child himself. Now really? Did he have to stoop so low as to make my children think I'm some kind of addict? Now what if they bring that to Coza and he thinks I need to get help or something? But Heyel never thinks of these things. My lips flatten as I reply in a harder tone, as if telling him to watch it. "If you're referring to the day I gave you herbs to numb the pain and you took too many, maybe you should be the one reconciling with your past. I tended to your wounds on more than one occasion....darling." The last word rolls off my tongue with a bit of acid in it. Not like me like he's stepping on a fine line with this whole challenge thing. It's one thing to joke about it in private but a whole other matter to talk abou it like its a bad thing in front of my children. I've never tried to talk him down in front of his own children. He seems even more grumpy after Dexter speaks and while I try to manage my own children by giving Dexter a look, Heyel sees fit to rise to the challenge anyone, calling my son something in Latin. I cannot understand that language either but I'm sure it's nothing good. I scowl in his direction, my eyes practically shooting flames by this point. He sees fit to swat his tail and look every bit like a ruffled prince as he asks me if there's anymore. I speak to him in sarcastic tones now. "Oh, you mean my oldest, Amoxtli? Don't worry, he's too mature to join in your game of insults and name calling. I guess some children never grow up. Mine have an excuse for their fun and games, what's yours?" Okay, so it came out a little harsh but I never expected to have to play referee between my own children and my dear friend. When did our joking become so serious? Maybe introducing him to them was a bad idea after all. My protective motherly instincts are kicking into overdrive and I swear I'm going to have to keep it from coming to violence soon. Meanwhile the children are simply egging it on. Zelly giggles at Dexter and seems more revved up to have some back up. She grins up at me with triumph shining in her eyes and I do my best to give a look that says clearly that I'm not impressed. She seems confused when heyel talks about drugs but I'm sure she'll understand more when I correct Heyel about the herbs. She's been shadowing me a lot and learning about herbs herself. I glance back at her when she talks to Dexter, using that infernal language again. I swear I'm going to have to forbid Coza from teaching them anymore Nahuatl. She smiles up innocently at Heyel and I eye her and my son both, wondering what they have up their sleeves. Dexter seems cold and calm through it all, not a muscle twitching on his body as he eyes up Heyel every bit like he's eying a challenger, or a prey animal. When did my son get such a cold look on his face? My skin shivers at the thought. When he calls Dexter a name, my son simply smirks. "Naw, I like mine better, but thanks anyway." He shrugs it off like Heyel offered him a blade of grass or something. My ears flicker uncertainly, not sure what's going to happen next. When Zelly speaks to him, Dexter nods in agreement, my eyes narrowing more at both of them. When she speaks a question and looks back at Heyel, Dexter's eyes narrow as if considering before he smirks. (We could mess up his white fur.) |
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