Post by Griff on Apr 14, 2013 1:02:24 GMT 10
Title: The Adventures of Mylo: Part Two
Rating: PG
Word Count: 534
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: A scheme is considered and goals put in place
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Mylo was in the castle hallway next to the kitchens where the mean cook lived that smacked him with spoons when he tried to practice his sneaking, which was very important if he were going to be a spy or a thief or a rogue or a thief-spy-rogue-knight, and a mystery to solve because the fat man was wrong and Mylo was right and he was going to prove it.
Mylo peered in the kitchen door, first, just to see. After all, he might need sneaking. Mother said George used sneaking and George knew everything and that meant sneaking was the way to always be right.
It also meant cookies, and really, that was the important part.
In what was sure to be remembered as the most successful cookie stealing ever, Mylo snuck in the kitchen on all four until he fit under the closest table and managed to scooch his butt along the floor until he was safely hidden between two large barrels and could see all the spoons in the room that were close enough to hit him. He didn’t think the cook would throw a spoon at him. It seemed like it would be against the rules for cooks, like it wasn’t fair for Mother to stab people with her sword if they didn’t try to stab her first. Mylo was pretty sure if he didn’t throw a spoon at the cook, she wouldn’t throw one at him. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t smack him on the bum, again, but he was a man of action, like Father and Mother (who was a girl of action but she didn’t like it when people pointed that out, because it made her feel short, and Mylo understood that) and George and Raoul, but not Gary or Grandfather who sat a lot and talked to boring people, but that wasn’t what Mylo did, and not sitting meant facing danger.
Mylo sat between the barrels for forever, because sometimes that’s what sneaking was about, and five minutes was a very long time, so he could tell George about it and George would be proud and maybe let him see his knives again since Mother said Mylo was too young to be playing with them the last time George showed him, but little kids couldn’t wait for five minutes which meant he was old now.
If he was terribly sneaky and was terribly old and waited a terribly long time, perhaps he could steal enough cookies and sneak into Father’s study and have Mother come look for him and they’ve all sit together by the fire that looked like Mother’s hair and read one of Father’s big ugly books until Mother got bored and hit Father with a pillow and Father hit back and Mylo had to defend her honor because Mother might be a knight, but she was still a mother and that meant Mylo was allowed to treat her special, father said so.
Mother always hit him with a pillow one more time when Father said things like that, but she smiled, a tiny baby smile that Mylo didn’t think she meant to give, but he thought that meant she didn’t mind being special sometimes, either.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 534
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: A scheme is considered and goals put in place
-
Mylo was in the castle hallway next to the kitchens where the mean cook lived that smacked him with spoons when he tried to practice his sneaking, which was very important if he were going to be a spy or a thief or a rogue or a thief-spy-rogue-knight, and a mystery to solve because the fat man was wrong and Mylo was right and he was going to prove it.
Mylo peered in the kitchen door, first, just to see. After all, he might need sneaking. Mother said George used sneaking and George knew everything and that meant sneaking was the way to always be right.
It also meant cookies, and really, that was the important part.
In what was sure to be remembered as the most successful cookie stealing ever, Mylo snuck in the kitchen on all four until he fit under the closest table and managed to scooch his butt along the floor until he was safely hidden between two large barrels and could see all the spoons in the room that were close enough to hit him. He didn’t think the cook would throw a spoon at him. It seemed like it would be against the rules for cooks, like it wasn’t fair for Mother to stab people with her sword if they didn’t try to stab her first. Mylo was pretty sure if he didn’t throw a spoon at the cook, she wouldn’t throw one at him. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t smack him on the bum, again, but he was a man of action, like Father and Mother (who was a girl of action but she didn’t like it when people pointed that out, because it made her feel short, and Mylo understood that) and George and Raoul, but not Gary or Grandfather who sat a lot and talked to boring people, but that wasn’t what Mylo did, and not sitting meant facing danger.
Mylo sat between the barrels for forever, because sometimes that’s what sneaking was about, and five minutes was a very long time, so he could tell George about it and George would be proud and maybe let him see his knives again since Mother said Mylo was too young to be playing with them the last time George showed him, but little kids couldn’t wait for five minutes which meant he was old now.
If he was terribly sneaky and was terribly old and waited a terribly long time, perhaps he could steal enough cookies and sneak into Father’s study and have Mother come look for him and they’ve all sit together by the fire that looked like Mother’s hair and read one of Father’s big ugly books until Mother got bored and hit Father with a pillow and Father hit back and Mylo had to defend her honor because Mother might be a knight, but she was still a mother and that meant Mylo was allowed to treat her special, father said so.
Mother always hit him with a pillow one more time when Father said things like that, but she smiled, a tiny baby smile that Mylo didn’t think she meant to give, but he thought that meant she didn’t mind being special sometimes, either.