my kid is in college, and he's *still*
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lavandarlizard2bringing viral infections home to me!
I was planning on posting this little smidge of a partlet on Sunday night, but instead I wound up renewing my acquaintance with Mr Porcelain. >.< He's somewhat less than amusing these days...
Part 089 - BFB - Statement (f)
He was *gone*!
I swung around frantically, searching every corner of the hallway and the desk area, but my Banshee was... gone.
“*NO!*”
I started toward the door, but a firm grip on my wrist brought me up short. I turned, ready to snarl, and came nose to nose with Q. The Wizard’s aqua eyes burned into me and I registered, belatedly, that he was furious. His grip transferred from my wrist to my collar, yanking me even closer. He had the same grip on Jake, I noticed, pulling us both down to his eye level. Our faces touched and we both flinched, both of us angry males with territorial issues.
“Has it escaped your notice,” Q hissed in cold fury, “Where you are? That you have an *audience*? That you are carrying *our* business into the spotlight of Mundane Humans?” He shook us both, and even though it wasn’t a strong gesture, I felt my teeth rattle. “We are not here to look *foolish* in front of these people. We are not here to look *dangerous* in front of these people.”
I became aware that there were Humans, some of them in uniform, very carefully *not* watching our little tableau. I swallowed.
“But... Duo...” I began hesitantly.
“Was obviously embarrassed, upset and *humiliated* by your behavior!” Q snapped, still in a whisper, but a whisper that could topple buildings. “It is bad enough that he must come here and detail *again* the crimes committed against him, without the two of you treating him – publicly! – like a bone to be fought over!”
He shook us again and Jake made a faint sound of distress. “I’m sorry... He was so upset at not knowing... It’s not fair...” We were both unconsciously whispering to match Q.
“Duo is an adult; he is well aware that life is not fair, Jacob.” He drew a deep breath, visibly calming himself. “Go home; both of you.”
“But Duo -!”
“Will be fine, once he has time to think.” He glared at both of us in turn and released his grip on us. He resettled his cloak on his shoulders. “Now, I have to excuse your little tantrum, and convince these people that neither of you are a danger to the Human population of this area. Go home.”
“I want to look for Duo,” I declared mulishly.
Q Glared at me. “I. Said. Go. Home.” The Glare intensified, and I felt like a ten-year-old explaining bad behavior to the IchiBan.
I dropped my eyes, my face heating up. “Yes, sir,” I muttered. He Glared at Jake, and the port Wizard gulped and vanished. I walked out of the building to the parking lot and just stood for a moment, staring up at the sky.
I am not in the habit of letting people tell me what to do, but in this case, Q was right. Jake and I had both behaved badly, and Duo wouldn’t put up with that any more than Q would. Duo just dealt with it... differently. By running away, by removing himself from the source of conflict.
I blinked. I had *created* the source of conflict. As hurt and devastated as Duo felt right now, I had made it worse by attacking the motives of a friend. My failure, not his. My wrong, not his. My penance...
Not his.
I changed and flew home, as Q had ordered.
...tbc...
I was planning on posting this little smidge of a partlet on Sunday night, but instead I wound up renewing my acquaintance with Mr Porcelain. >.< He's somewhat less than amusing these days...
Part 089 - BFB - Statement (f)
He was *gone*!
I swung around frantically, searching every corner of the hallway and the desk area, but my Banshee was... gone.
“*NO!*”
I started toward the door, but a firm grip on my wrist brought me up short. I turned, ready to snarl, and came nose to nose with Q. The Wizard’s aqua eyes burned into me and I registered, belatedly, that he was furious. His grip transferred from my wrist to my collar, yanking me even closer. He had the same grip on Jake, I noticed, pulling us both down to his eye level. Our faces touched and we both flinched, both of us angry males with territorial issues.
“Has it escaped your notice,” Q hissed in cold fury, “Where you are? That you have an *audience*? That you are carrying *our* business into the spotlight of Mundane Humans?” He shook us both, and even though it wasn’t a strong gesture, I felt my teeth rattle. “We are not here to look *foolish* in front of these people. We are not here to look *dangerous* in front of these people.”
I became aware that there were Humans, some of them in uniform, very carefully *not* watching our little tableau. I swallowed.
“But... Duo...” I began hesitantly.
“Was obviously embarrassed, upset and *humiliated* by your behavior!” Q snapped, still in a whisper, but a whisper that could topple buildings. “It is bad enough that he must come here and detail *again* the crimes committed against him, without the two of you treating him – publicly! – like a bone to be fought over!”
He shook us again and Jake made a faint sound of distress. “I’m sorry... He was so upset at not knowing... It’s not fair...” We were both unconsciously whispering to match Q.
“Duo is an adult; he is well aware that life is not fair, Jacob.” He drew a deep breath, visibly calming himself. “Go home; both of you.”
“But Duo -!”
“Will be fine, once he has time to think.” He glared at both of us in turn and released his grip on us. He resettled his cloak on his shoulders. “Now, I have to excuse your little tantrum, and convince these people that neither of you are a danger to the Human population of this area. Go home.”
“I want to look for Duo,” I declared mulishly.
Q Glared at me. “I. Said. Go. Home.” The Glare intensified, and I felt like a ten-year-old explaining bad behavior to the IchiBan.
I dropped my eyes, my face heating up. “Yes, sir,” I muttered. He Glared at Jake, and the port Wizard gulped and vanished. I walked out of the building to the parking lot and just stood for a moment, staring up at the sky.
I am not in the habit of letting people tell me what to do, but in this case, Q was right. Jake and I had both behaved badly, and Duo wouldn’t put up with that any more than Q would. Duo just dealt with it... differently. By running away, by removing himself from the source of conflict.
I blinked. I had *created* the source of conflict. As hurt and devastated as Duo felt right now, I had made it worse by attacking the motives of a friend. My failure, not his. My wrong, not his. My penance...
Not his.
I changed and flew home, as Q had ordered.
...tbc...
