The pair moves quietly, sneaking. It would seem the only reason Patrick, the twins and Angel HAVEN’T been eaten by crazed Fairies is because of Lolli. The Sabre Tooth poses a large threat to the “animal fairies” enough so that they give the large prehistoric creature a wide berth, and thus the Fey that walk along with her one too. Some of the Fairies stray too close, and a bolt of lighting comes from the closest part of Patrick and zaps them. It’s never too much to kill anyone, or seriously harm them, but they’ll remember his face. And, because animals aren’t stupid, they’ll recognise him no matter what they’re craving. Thankfully, for Lollipop, Patrick was only affected by the curse some of the time. When he got hungry, or his eyes fell on some random person, the primitive state tried to consume him. However, Lolli had found that a swift bite swings him back around to sanity. It does get her a long stream of cusses, and she has to look pointedly at the three children strapped variously around Paddy, and he’ll blink and blush and carry on walking.
You know, people would probably stop looking at you and drooling, for two reasons, if you put a shirt on, instead of you’re old leather. I thought you’d had that boiled down anyway…
Patrick turned to her, wide eyes.
You know why this is important…
He looks at her, and the familiar flinches slightly. She remembers seeing him stare at it for an hour, before carefully beginning to oil it.
It had been a present, from his “father”, one day when the man had managed to stay sober long enough to realise his other son was crying. He hadn’t asked what was wrong, or why the boy was crying. No, the man had lost too many brain cells from beer for that. Instead, he picked the 14 year old up, because Patrick had always been on the daintier side of the ladder, and carried him into the parent’s room. This in itself had been special, as it was constantly forbidden and out of bounds for the children. Much like the teachers lounge for school kids, it was a fabled, promised land that was always filled with disappointment. The drunken fool had plonked the young Patrick on the bed, before opening the large walk in wardrobe, and fishing out a large, old leather jacket. He’d turned to the boy, smiling like a fool. “Thish mah boy, wash you’re grand-daddysh. You have, have to be careful. But…he wash pershistent that one of mah sonsh gets it. So here you are.” He’d giggled, ushered the young boy out of the room, closing the door with a definitive click, and walking off. Patrick had held the leather to his face, breathing in the scent. It smelled faintly of pipe smoke and cologne. The young child had ran into his own room, hiding it under the floorboards. After his brothers had shot him and left him for dead, the boy had clambered back into the house, grabbed the jacket, and fled. The only momentum of true love he’d felt clutched in his bloody hands.
Lolli would never force the boy to give up this one, most precious thing. He treasured it almost as much as his familiar and children. Which was saying a hell of a lot. So he walks through the Great Hall, leather jacket and ripped jeans, bare feet and Sabre Tooth, three kids and a guitar. He actually looks, kinda cool. Wow. Amazing. But it doesn’t help Lolli’s nerves as every other girl who’s infected looks at him like he’s the tastiest thing they’ve ever seen, and just one bite will send them into a euphoria of complete and utter total bliss. So, her growling has kicked up a notch, and now her lips are actually curling, showing that those long, dagger like, forearm long fangs aren’t the only teeth she has in that pretty, faded stripped maw of hers.
The odd assembly wanders down a corridor, Angel walking, Frodo and Adia fast asleep in a saddle like contraption on both of Lolli’s sides, and a guitar strapped to the leather clad back.
I don’t really wear tops, you know that. And if I did, I couldn’t really wear this jacket, and someone may steal it and boil it down.
Angel looked up at his father with big, soulful blue-grey eyes and confusion creases the childish face.
“Why Daddy sad?”
Patrick looks down at the little boy, eyes wide for a moment. He smiles then, scooping the small child up and tilting him upside down/ A large raspberry is blown on the boys exposed stomach, causing the raven haired child to shriek loudly and giggled manically.
Daddy’s not sad. Daddy’s happy. He has Angel and Frodo and Adia and Lollipop! Why should daddy be sad?
He smiles down at the boy, who shrugs before wriggling out of his hands and running around Lolli’s large stocky paws giggling. The Tigress turns a large golden eye to the pale Immortal, knowing his troubles, but saying nothing, playing the motherly role that the children need so very badly. He lays a pale hand on her shoulder for a moment, relishing in her thick soft fur, before moving onwards.
Grey eyes see the back of a girls long black hair, and he carries on down the different corridor. But, then he does a double take, turning around and blinking. Boots? Check. Tank top? Check. Amazingly long black hair? Check. Not very pale skin? Checkero. There’s only one person that can be.
Intrigue!! Hey, Intrigue!
He called happily to her, and the circus parade traverse down the corridor. A large smile is on Patrick’s face, and that in turn makes Angel giggle. It was obvious that the small toddler was Patrick’s spawn, along with the two others in the makeshift bag strapped to Lollipop.
Paddy waves a pale arm, lifting his hand high. The leather sleeve just reveals the pale hand. He walks faster, bare feet hitting the flag stoned corridor near silently, and soon his sprinting down. He stops quickly, skidding slightly, to a halt, before a large smile comes over his face. He felt like hugging her, but half of him wasn’t sure how she’d respond, and he wasn’t quite aware of what would happen if he did.
Hey, I’ve been looking for you! Not right at the moment, but you know. Where have you been? Are you ok? Have you been hurt? Are you hungry?
He smiles, before handing out a bit of bread. It wasn’t much, and some of it had been nibbled at, but it was the thought that count right. They all waited quietly, Patrick smiling a bit like a loon, Lolli bringing up the rear with a squirming Angel held in her jaws. His giggling was loud, and Patrick turns, placing a pale finger on pale lips.
We don’t want to wake the twins do we?
His voice was quiet, and Angel’s blue grey eyes widen, small hands pressing hard against his lips, and he shakes his head. Patrick smiles at the young boy as Lolli puts him down, before turning to Intrigue.
Erm, Lolli’s changed since you alst saw her, as you can guess. And the small toddler is Angel, and in the bags are Frodo and Adia Reshil. They’re asleep though, so you won’t get much response from them.
He smiled sheepishly, still his 16 year old self at heart.