princess adam is (swanderful) wrote in fableless, @ 2017-03-30 17:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, adam pukhov, annabeth pukhova |
WHO: Adam Pukhov & Anna Pukhova (Krampus).
WHAT: Daddy-demon time.
WHERE: In the forest somewhere.
WHEN: Weekend in the beginning of the month. What are specifics.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete.
It was a beautiful day outside, but that was in part masked by the canopy of trees shading Adam as he sketched, the strokes of his pencil idle as he only half connected the lines into anything meaningful. The rest of his thoughts were elsewhere; specifically on the passive contemplation of the general existence of tales. Of his own, and how much of Odette still resonated with him, even when he didn’t want her to. Or how the joyful(?) sounds of a demon hopping about in the treetops would make him happy. He’d heard parents talk about such things before, of course. How relaxing it was to hear their kids playing in the back yard or something similar. But for Adam, even that had to be different. Innocent giggles turned into loud roars, the pitter patter of small feet was replaced by the clumsy sounding clamouring of hooves. He wouldn’t trade it, but sometimes, even he couldn’t believe it. “Anna, you’ve got about thirty minutes left,” he called, loudly, but it was always guesswork as to how Krampus would receive him as opposed to the tiny girl he’d raised. Krampus was a demon, after all, but Adam had found himself having to father Krampus just as often as he’d had to father Anna. The demon turned from the tree it had jumped into, slowly, claws still embedded into bark. The expression on its face was disturbingly passive in a way, features contorted into a grin with nothing behind it. “Are you sure?” It asked, voice gruff as she began to clamber up the tree. “It feels shorter.” “Positive,” Adam answered, hardly looking up because he didn’t need to to know what sort of face he might be seeing when he did. Even with its vacant smile, Krampus still managed to have a sort of Anna-like pout lining the back of each word it growled out. Strange how such a giant thing could still seem so young at times, and ancient in others. “We agreed on six, remember?” “I don't have to agree,” she muttered, bolder than usual. “I had longer anyway. I only agree because it's polite.” Yes, it did look odd for a demon to openly dissent against her father, especially now she was so much bigger, but she would do it anyway before her voice and her confidence left her again. Adam shrugged and said very simply, “What you had to do then is in the past. In the present, you've already agreed so I expect you to honor it.” Fathering a demon. Adam almost shook his head, but held it back. Krampus grunted, climbed further up the tree. “What you expect isn't always what you get.” She called. “I think you said that. Someone did. Heard it before.” He'd probably said it, but Adam did pause from his sketch to level a gaze in the general direction of the tree Anna was climbing. “Is that a no?” The demon paused. Wrestling with the human side of herself, determined not to look back at her father properly, to continue an act of rebellion slightly longer just to see how it would take. She sighed. “No. I'm just making the point.” It was short lived. She jumped back down, landing on the floor with a thud. “What are you drawing?” She muttered. As he thought, but he didn't voice it. When Anna jumped down, Adam stood, flipping the book around for his now towering daughter. “You.” It was her day depicted, essentially. What had started out as an idle sketch of landscapes had been greatly improved by the addition of horns peeking out here and there from the brush until the final emergence of Krampus toward the end. She shuddered forward, every step heavy on the ground. Peering over the drawing pad, her lips curled in some semblance of a smile. “I like it. You got my horns.” Adam gave the slightest nod. He knew they were a point of pride. “I took extra care on them,” he promised with a slight smile. |