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Myron Fucking Wagtail ([info]myronrocks) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-26 19:15:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 09, !incomplete, donaghan tremlett, myron wagtail

Who: Myron Wagtail and Donaghan Tremlett.
When: September 26th. Early evening.
Where: Don's place.
What: Weird Sister visit!
Rating: PG for potty words?
Status: Closed/Incomplete.



Myron was rather well known for being impulsive. For deciding things spur of the moment and then doing them. Which was what had him on his way over to Don's place without owling ahead. He decided to visit his bandmate and then set out to do just that.

He walked the short way he had left with his usual swagger, tight trousers clinging to his legs and hanging low on his hips, t-shirt nicely fitted, a leather jacket over top, a scarf strung around his neck, various bracelets and cuffs on his wrists. Looking like an off duty rock star - well, imagine that! He had a grin on his face and his curly hair bobbed a bit as he strode along, until he reached the front door.

Myron stepped up and rapped smartly on the door before leaning back, tucking his hands into his pockets. He was pretty sure he could hear the pitter patter of three sets of running feet coming from inside. How Don did it, he had no idea. Myron liked the triplets, but from a distance. Or being able to rile them up and hand them back. That was much more fun.


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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-26 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Don used to do things spur of the moment. Orsino could attest to that considering the number of times he'd simply shown up at the man's flat unannounced. Things had changed for him though with the birth of the triplets. He couldn't be as impulsive with his time. Most of his 'free' time was spent tugging the kids along with him. But he wouldn't change it for anything. He loved his three even if they were giant trouble makers.

When he heard the knocking on the door he cursed in his head, making certain he kept his words mild in front of the terrors. They'd already picked up a number of bad words from him and Elizabeth was going to have his head. He really wished she was here though. The visitor would e so much easier to handle if it wasn't just him and the three kids.

"Ah no, no, my little thief," Don called out, scooping up all three kids as he made his way to the door. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans with a few tears in them. He was pretty sure the tears hadn't been there when he put them on. His t-shirt was covered in various bits of food that the terrors had a tantrum over eating and he knew his hair was more than a little more disheveled then normal. Did he care though? No. This person wanted to come over unannounced then they could deal with how he looked and how his kids acted.

He did, however, set his kids down behind the kiddy gate sectioning off the sitting room with a matching one that stopped them from leaving the sitting room to get to the kitchen. Definitely easier to answer the door without kids in his hands. "Yes?" he called out as he pulled the door open. Of course then he saw who it was and he mock frowned and made as though he was going to close the door. "It's you. What do you want? Answer quick, the door's on it's way shut."

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-26 10:43 pm UTC (link)
In response to the mock frown, Myron's grin rachetted up a few notches. "Hey, Donny," he said through the gap in the door. He could hear the voices of the triplets coming from within the house - no surprise there!

"Oy, where's the love?" He put on a pout that didn't last for very long because he wasn't much for pouting unless it was going to get him something. Plus, he felt like grinning. He was in a good mood today, because it was just one of those days.

"Gonna let me in or what?" he asked, and without even waiting for an answer (a smart arsed answer, probably!), he was stepping through the door, so that if/when Don shut it, well, he was on the inside.

"Liz around or just you and the kiddies?" he asked.

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-26 10:49 pm UTC (link)
Donny... That was one variation of his name he could have done without and it showed on his face. He could deal with Don and those that honestly wanted to call him Donaghan, but Donny? Ugh. No, just no. And of course it seemed to be a favorite of Myron's.

"For you? Probably with one of your crazier fans. You should be able to find one easily enough," he pointed out, looking Myron up and down with a shake of his head. Don at least tried to go inconspicuous when he went out. Myron had always loved the attention.

"Can I choose or what?" But of course he'd already slipped through and so Don gave a overly loud and fake sigh before closing the door firmly after he entered. He turned, twitching a bit at the name he used for his wifey.

"Um, you do know she hates being called LIz and variations, yeah?" What he wouldn't give for her to be here and have heard that. "You're in luck that she's out and can't come and make you regret saying it."

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-26 10:52 pm UTC (link)
Myron tended to like to end the 'y' sound to the end of peoples' names. It was just one of those things that he did, and whether or not other people liked it.. well, they usually learned to deal with it! Or ignore it. One or the other.

"But I'm looking for Donny love today. I've had enough crazy fans for this week." He did seem to attract a whole lot of them. Probably because he was amused with them, liked to flirt with them, brought it all on himself. But as outgoing as he was, sometimes he just liked time with his bandmates.

"Nah, I'll do the work for you," he said, clapping Don on the back. "What are friends for?" He leaned down to untie his boots, kicking out of them so he didn't track dirt all through the house. "Good, I was hoping she wasn't here to come and smack me," he flashed another grin as he straightened and then his eyes drew to the triplets in their little 'cage'.

"Well well, if it isn't my favourite triplets."

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-26 11:22 pm UTC (link)
"Donny love? Seriously, Myrona?" If he insisted on calling him that then Don would happily call him horrendous names back. "I didn't realize you could get enough of the crazy fans. You seem to have more every time we look." Which actually amused him since he didn't have to deal with them. Sometimes Myron couldn't even get close to the edge of a stage without worrying about being pulled down. Or, you know, molested. Though Don wasn't sure he minded that bit...

"How nice of you to make the decisions for me," he deadpanned. At least Myron was courteous enough to remove his shoes. If he'd tracked dirt and what all through the place then he'd totally be the one cleaning it up. And if he didn't, well, Don had n o problems with telling Elizabeth exactly who did it and keeping him hostage until she could deal with him.

"She might not be here now, but I'll be sure to pass on that you called her that," he pointed out, grinning. The grin slipped a bit when Myron made his way for the triplets and he followed along behind, watching him closely. Their conversation over the journals still weighed heavily on his mind. "Don't let them out."

The triplets were all at the gate, grinning up at Myron and trying to give him puppy eyes. "Let us o't Un'ca My'on!" the little thief intoned innocently as he gazed up with the other two.

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-26 11:27 pm UTC (link)
"Mmm, well, once and a while, I do like a bit of quieter time," Myron replied cheerfully. He tapped a finger against his lips (the nail polished with chipped black varnish). "But shhh, don't tell anyone." That finger waggled back and forth. He really didn't mind being grabbed and groped, most of the time. Especially when he was on stage. When he was on stage, he was electric. A live wire.

"Well, I'm just a generous bloke, what can I say?" he said as he shrugged out of his jacket, not needing it inside, draping it over the arm of the chair. "I'll tell her you're a giant fibber." Okay, she would probably would believe her husband over him, but oh well.

Myron dropped into a crouch by the cage-gate, and stuck his fingers through, as if they were animals in an enclosure. "And what did you three do to get stuck in here?" he asked them, waggling his fingers at them. Was he fooled by the innocent look? Bah! He had invented that look when he was a little one!

Instead, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a bag of chocolate candies. "Look what I have," he said, waving the bag in the air before he opened it and pulled the candies out, tucking the bag away (even he knew well enough not to give plastic to little kids). He held the handful of chocolates over the guard rail.

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-26 11:58 pm UTC (link)
"If you're looking for quieter times then you should have went to Orsino's place," Don replied, pointing toward his triplets as being why he said that. The only time this place was tired was when the triplets were passed out. Oh he couldn't wait for that! He was so following them into dreamland when that happened. It would be absolutely blissful. He felt that he sometimes lived for those moments.

"You're something. Not sure generous is what I'd choose." He was mainly teasing though. Myron was a good guy despite how often Don felt the need to grab him by the ear and put him in time out. "Mhm, but she knows me and she knows you and she'll know what to believe. Which is that you're the evil type to call her that dreaded name."

Don's eyes rolled as he watched Myron crouch to interact with the three little beggars gazing at him so innocently. Really now. Why did some people treat them like cute little puppies or kittens? They really weren't. "You came and that's why they're stuck in there." And then nodded at Don's words, glancing from their dad back to Myron.

"Choc'ate!" They all cried out together, holding their hands out to Myron happily for the treat.

Don's eyes widened and he moved over quickly, a twitch starting to overtake his face. "You aren't seriously giving them sweets, are you? They don't need sweets."

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-27 12:03 am UTC (link)
"Sinny's always so cranky," Myron said, scrunching up a face. Of course some of that could have been because Myron insisted on calling him 'Sinny', or some other ridiculous names. Plus, he sort of liked the triplets. They were fun, and cute and messy - sort of reminded him of him, really. Except much smaller. And could probably get away with more.

"I call everyone by nicknames," he pointed out with one of those grins of his that made it difficult for people to stay mad at him for too long (although some people tried!). Myron could be a pain in the arse, could tease people, flirt shamlessly, and be generally incorrigable.. and yet he was a good bloke, where it counted.

"Are you trying to keep us apart?" he asked with big eyes of his own. "Just because we spilled all that paint last time..." Yes, Myron had been finger painting with the triplets. It was fun! How often did a bloke get to have that kind of fun?

"That's what Uncles are for, Donny," he said, letting little fingers steal some of the sweets from his palm. "To get them all sugared up." His eyes were twinkling. "I'll stay and help you put them down if you want, though." 'Help' was a dubious word. He could hold them though! Well two, he had two arms. And could help wrestle them into pjs and do things like that.

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-27 12:55 am UTC (link)
"He's only cranky always if you do something to make him so. I've had plenty of visits with him where he wasn't cranky." As long as he left the kids home and came over half dead, that is. If Don was up to his old self then he probably made Orsino cranky as well. "Though the name might do it. But I do call him Thrusty..." He was pretty sure that Orsino hadn't cared for it much when he'd first started calling him that, but he'd eventually warmed up to it.

"You do and it makes a lot of them want to inflict bodily harm on you." Most of them had enough self restraint to not do it despite how tempting it was. The fans would probably love it if he came up with nicknames for them however. Don hoped that they never got to know any of their fans well enough to give them nicknames however.

"Yes, yes I am," came the quick reply. "Elizabeth about had a meltdown when she saw the paint. You're lucky we have magic." It had taken only a quick spell to get rid of it, but Elizabeth had been ready to jerk both of them around by the head and rip their hair out. She as not amused. It had definitely been a long lecture for Don after Myron had left and he didn't want to go through that again.

"You bet your butt you'll stay and help put them down. I'll ward you in." He'd nicked some handy little tricks from Penny over the years. She did amazing work.

"Candy dada?" The little thief's hand went in his mouth up to his knuckles and plucked one of the chocolates out and held it out to Don who grimaced a little at both of the sticky fingers and the slobber coated treat he was being offered.

"Why don't you offer one to Uncle Myron instead, little thief?" He smiled congenially at the little blonde and it turned a little more devious when he turned it on Myron. "I'm sure he'd just love to have one from you."

"Un'ca My'on, take!" And now he wasn't asking, he was thrusting it out and pushing it at Myron's mouth, trying to pop it in for him.

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-27 01:01 am UTC (link)
"Plenty visit out of how many?" Myron asked with a glance back over his shoulder. It did seem far too often, but Myron generally took it in stride. Not without some ribbing to go along with, of course, because he wasn't going to be cowed by someon's crabby mood... or by much of anything, really.

"And yet they secretly make you glow with pleasure inside," he guessed. Or made up. "Every time you hear 'Donny'. Or 'Donna'." Depending on what sort of mood he was in. Sometimes even fancier versions of his name if he was feeling particularly ambitious. Only 'Don' when he was feeling very l;azy.

"But we do have magic," he pointed out. "So really, no harm in the end. And we made beautiful art. Which I do hope you hung on your fridge for weeks and weeks to come."

He knocked his free hand against his forehead in a casual sort of saulte. "Aye aye. Daddy Helper Myron at your service." His attention returned to the triplets who were snatching the chocolate and leaving him with just smudges in his palm.

"Aww, isn't that sweet," he snorted as the leader of the trio offered the sopping, sticky treat to Don. And then over to him.. which was less sweet, by his measure. Especially as he had pokey fingers aiming at his mouth. "I've fingers myself, you know," he said, although talking really just ended up with his mouth open so the chocolate could be popped in.

"Mmph. Well wasn't that nice of you. Getting it softened up for me," he said, shaking his head, not sure if he wanted to laugh or gag a little bit. But, the chocolate was in his mouth so he decided to chew and swallow. Don probably wouldn't appreciate him spitting it onto the floor.

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-27 01:25 am UTC (link)
"That's for me to know and you to ponder." In reality he wasn't certain he could remember every visit he'd had with Orsino and how many had been good, non-cranky visits and which ones had been cranktastic. But he was used to inflicting himself on Orsino and that made him wonder if perhaps the triplets were his cosmic payback... Not that he didn't love them! But they were so utterly wild.

"I wouldn't say pleasure is the feeling they bring up. Perhaps the need to maim you." Like he'd thought earlier, the need to grab him by the ear and put him in the corner for time out. He had a feeling that Myron's mum had put him in time out a lot, like a lot lot, and that it didn't do any good. He wasn't certain he'd ever have wanted to have met Myron when he was primary school age.

"We have magic. Elizabeth doesn't. And since she doesn't she's going to react like anyone who doesn't to such a mess. And that's with anger. Loads and loads of anger." Myron had to know this. He came from a muggle background just like Don did. Perhaps he'd simply forgotten surrounded by magic all the time. Don lived in the muggle world with a wonderful muggle wife raising their children in a very muggle fashion. He wouldn't forget. Ever.

"Don't you sass me, young man," Don bit out before blinking slowly and replaying the words in his head. Did he really just say that? He was his father, it was official. How... lovely.

The little thief grinned amusedly up at Myron as he talked and stuffed the slobber covered sweets in the mouth in front of him with a giggle before pulling his hand back and taking a chocolate from one of the others and popping it in his own mouth happily. He'd shared like a good little boy and that was all that mattered.

"Tasty, innit?" He'd had plenty of soggy, slobbery treats shoved in his mouth before. He had to admit that mushy cookies were terrible as were gnawed on bananas. "At least what you got wasn't nearly as bad as what you could have been given."

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-27 01:32 am UTC (link)
Myron had been no stranger to time out! He'd had a corner for a while, until his Mum had caught him drawing on the wall during his Time Out, and then it had been the bottom step, where she could keep an eye on him from a number of places (and made sure to clean out his pockets first, of any drawing tools and anything else messy!).

"She's not used to it yet?" he asked. It was a bit of a shock to some people though. Myron had taken to magic like a fish took to water. It was flashy and you could do so many cool things! Of course he had adored it. As soon as he had gotten his grabby hands on his wand and had gotten to school he had wanted to try everything. At least, outside the classroom. He'd never been the best student, mostly from lack of interest in staying in classes.

Myron's curly head turned again, and this time an eyebrow raised. "Did you just call me 'young man'?" he asked, his grin growing, and a snicker slipping out. "Well, you got the 'man' part right at least. And I am young at heart." Two years older than Don, but hey, Don was doing the husband and daddy thing, so he was older in that way. Myron couldn't even handle a house plant yet.

"Well, it's still chocolate, even if it's covered in triplet spit. Still, think I prefer my sweets dry," he laughed. "I should be honoured that he shared though."

He stood then. "I always feel so tall when I come here," he said as he looked down on the three little heads.

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-27 01:59 am UTC (link)
"It's not like she's all that welcome everywhere magical just because we're married," Don replied, frowning a bit at Myron. "She's seen me use magic and she's fascinated and all, but since we live in muggle London we decided that it's easier to keep magic to a minimum. Which means that most things get cleaned up the long way," he said pointedly, trying to get it across that he'd appreciate if no big messes were made this time.

"Sssh," Don said, putting his finger to his lips and making down motions with his other hand as though trying to keep Myron quiet. He really didn't want to be reminded of what he'd said, especially since he knew that Myron was older. It just... slipped out! He couldn't help what came out sometimes! His mouth was starting to go into permanent dad mode or something!

"Darn right you should! The little thief is normally the last to share." Don figured the only reason he'd offered to share was because he could tell Don was annoyed with them getting sweets and didn't want them taken a way. In his mind as long as he did something good then nothing he considered bad could happen.

He quirked an eyebrow at that, looking from Myron to the triplets. "Of course you do! They're what? Like three foot tall?" If that. It was amazing how tiny they were when they were born. Don used to be afraid that he was going to break them just touching them and they'd had to spend so much time at the hospital. He still sometimes was afraid he'd break them.

"P'ay, Un'ca My'on? Dada?" The little thief was beckoning them into the sitting room and pointing toward the pile of toys on the floor. And without waiting for a response he turned and toddled off, the two others following along behind him until he plopped down with the building blocks and started to construct... something.

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-27 01:10 pm UTC (link)
Somehow, the waving 'down' motions that Don made only made Myron grin bigger, like the cat that just got the cream. "Are you going to threaten me with a Time Out soon?" he asked him, laughter sparkling in his eyes and threatening to slip from his lips.

"Well, that's because I'm his favourite Uncle." Of the non-related variety, but really, he might as well have been a genuine Uncle. The Weird Sisters were like family, after all. They even bickered like family, a lot of the time. Like honest to goodness brothers.

"If that," he agreed, reaching down to pat one of them on the head. Because they were at the perfect height for head patting. And their hair was so soft. Why was what? Why did little kids have such soft hair?

"I think they want us to play," Myron said with a grin to Don, before he was climbing over the gate (because he was not three feet tall!) and wandering in after them, so sit down with the triplets and join them in their building. Sometimes, he was just a giant kid at heart.

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-27 05:48 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes dealing with Myron was trying and quite tiring. It was like he had four children instead of three. He so never planned on having any more children then what they had right now. "You keep it up and I just might. And since you go on and on about magic, well, I'll make it a magical time out." Meaning he would so petrify him in a corner if he had to. Which was actually a nice idea...

"Favorite Uncle?" Don repeated incredulously, laughing a bit. "I wouldn't go that far. I think it's because he knows he can get you to play easier than he can some of the others." Of course most of the Weird Sisters would give in to them eventually. Most of the Weird Sisters were big kids despite trying to act like they weren't. Myron definitely gave in the easiest.

"They'll get bigger and I dread that. They're so much easier to scoop up now." He wouldn't be able to scoop all of them up at once like he could do now in a year or two or possibly even less. He liked them small and easier to manage like this even if they were little hellions.

"I think they always want us to play," Don pointed out, watching as Myron climbed over the kiddy gate. With a sigh he stepped over himself to join them. It wouldn't do for Myron to end up with blocks in his pants or some such thing. "Though the little thief is just going to build it up and knock it down."

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-27 06:25 pm UTC (link)
"That sounds awfully mean," Myron informed him with a little, tiny bit of a pout. Just a little. "I like magic. It's handy. And just wait until these three get wands." If they were Magical. But chances were fairly good that they would be - some of them, at least.

It was hard to resist the cuteness, really. That was Mother Nature's plan to be sure. Making children adorable, so adults would do their bidding. All big eyes and fluffy hair and winesome smiles, even when they had done something naughty. Myron channeled a bit of that himself, in fact!

"Bigger and louder and eventually they'll want to bring girls home. Or boys." He shrugged. Myron was fairly equal opportunity in that respect. Boys, girls, vampires, werewolves, merfolk...

"Well, can you blame them?" he asked as he started to pile blocks in a careful manner. "Adults don't do enough playing, really." Well, aside from a special sort of 'adult play' that he wasn't going to mention around the little ones! Little pitchers and big ears and all of that.

And then he grinned wide. "Should hope so. Knocking them down's the best part."

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[info]rhythmicfingers
2010-09-29 03:57 am UTC (link)
“Well it’s only a punishment that I’ll use with you,” Don replied, crossing his arms over his chest as she stared him down. He wouldn’t honestly, but the temptation was definitely there. “Them with wands?” Did he pale? Because he felt like all the blood had drained out of his face. He felt kind of faint at the idea. “I’d love for them to have magic, but I think I’d also love it if they didn’t.” He knew how cruel the magical world could be.

For Don resisting the cute was easy. Of course he had practice day in and day out of these three staring up at him and trying to convince him that they hadn’t done anything wrong. Oh he’d certainly fallen for it when they were younger and he hadn’t realized how devious they were, but he’d grown out of the cuteness of it a long time ago.

“No. No dating. Ever.” Don shuddered at the idea of any of these three dating. They already seemed to have the majority fo women they met wrapped around their tiny fingers with just a flash of their blue eyes and a shy grin. He couldn’t imagine what they’d be like when they got older. It was a daunting, scary idea.

“Adults without children don’t do enough play perhaps.” Don was quite certain he did enough play to last him for years to come. The triplets were always trying to drag him into playing something with them. He did have to put his foot down though when they started trying to stuff things down his pants or shirt. That definitely wasn’t fun.

Still he moved over to the four of them and sat down, mentally adding Myron to the kids in his mind. “Maybe, but I think he upsets the other two sometimes when they’re still building and he knocks it all down.”

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[info]myronrocks
2010-09-29 05:41 pm UTC (link)
Don paled and Myron grinned more. "I think they'll have magic," he guessed. There was just something about them. That impish spirit. That winesome charm. Not that that meant anything, but he had a feeling. "And it will be brilliant because you'll be able to teach them things. Won't be like you and me, thrust into it all new. You'll be there." The triplets wouldn't be Muggleborn.

"Yeah, you say that now, but when they come home batting eyelashes and talking about pretty girls and boys... well, they can always come to me," he said with a wink as he stacked some blocks and made a bit of an arch. "I'll give them advice." That.. was a scary thought.

"Mmm. Maybe that's why people really have kids. So they can play again," he guessed. It was awfully fun. Although he wasn't sure things like diaper changing and feeding and grounding and all that would be as fun. And vomiting. Children were messy.

But this, this was fun. He started making a little tower to go with his arch. "Well then put him in the time out chair?" he said as he worked. "He's definitely the leader of the pack. Kinda like me," he said with a grin, because he might have been the front man but he wasn't really the leader of anything. Leading things took work and Myron just to just do.

"Still think you should have named one of them Myron."

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