When Mallory had been asked by Queen Ilyse and Prince Audric to come tutor their young daughter, he had been honored and delighted. Several months later, the shiny had been rubbed off both the honor and delight, but he had become fond of enough Karla to continue to teach her for years, up until the tragic accident that had claimed her parents' lives and gotten her shipped off to live with the local Hourglass coven her aunt Kay had been a part of. When Hobart had announced Karla's 'death,' Mallory had spent a week mourning the spoiled, yes, but also sweet, imaginative, and precocious child he had taught.
In the years she'd been gone, time and nostalgia had blunted the worst of her childhood antics, helping him forget that classes were just as often characterized by biting, kicking, crying, and arguing as they were learning, studying, and behaving (Darkness bless behaving.) All that had come rushing back to him over the past four days, dealing with her much-younger self--and her much-younger friends. Even being the Steward to the headstrong and still impetuous Queen and her entire Court was easier than this.
Mallory couldn't help but reflect on these facts as he pulled Karla down the hall by her ear. He'd caught her in his office a few moments earlier "playing" some kind of game that had involved a jam sandwich and a great deal of ink all over his desk, his chair, and the floor. Coincidentally enough, those were the same places he could see much of his paperwork, also under the ink. Any last ideals he'd had about respecting the Queenly dignity she was due as an adult when flying out the window (possibly with more of his papers) as he'd grabbed her ear and began dragging Karla towards her room, a bath, and the tender mercies of anyone who was not him.
What neither of them had been expecting, however, was for the filthy, shrieking child was to suddenly return to being an equally-filthy-but-less-inclined-to-shriek adult halfway towards their destination. It was Mallory who ended up yelping when the ear he was pinching shot up two feet in the air.
"Karla!" he said, half-surprised and half-thrilled. "You're back!" Before she could respond, however, he was grasping her shoulders with a hissed, "Don't you move or I will throttle you," and running off to find Julian, Morton, and anyone else he could find. Their Queen was an adult again. They were going to get this bloody coronation over with before something else could happen, come Hell or high water.
[NFB, open for folks what are here, SP is gonna be a thing, pls to be waiting for OCD]
In the years she'd been gone, time and nostalgia had blunted the worst of her childhood antics, helping him forget that classes were just as often characterized by biting, kicking, crying, and arguing as they were learning, studying, and behaving (Darkness bless behaving.) All that had come rushing back to him over the past four days, dealing with her much-younger self--and her much-younger friends. Even being the Steward to the headstrong and still impetuous Queen and her entire Court was easier than this.
Mallory couldn't help but reflect on these facts as he pulled Karla down the hall by her ear. He'd caught her in his office a few moments earlier "playing" some kind of game that had involved a jam sandwich and a great deal of ink all over his desk, his chair, and the floor. Coincidentally enough, those were the same places he could see much of his paperwork, also under the ink. Any last ideals he'd had about respecting the Queenly dignity she was due as an adult when flying out the window (possibly with more of his papers) as he'd grabbed her ear and began dragging Karla towards her room, a bath, and the tender mercies of anyone who was not him.
What neither of them had been expecting, however, was for the filthy, shrieking child was to suddenly return to being an equally-filthy-but-less-inclined-to-shriek adult halfway towards their destination. It was Mallory who ended up yelping when the ear he was pinching shot up two feet in the air.
"Karla!" he said, half-surprised and half-thrilled. "You're back!" Before she could respond, however, he was grasping her shoulders with a hissed, "Don't you move or I will throttle you," and running off to find Julian, Morton, and anyone else he could find. Their Queen was an adult again. They were going to get this bloody coronation over with before something else could happen, come Hell or high water.
[NFB, open for folks what are here, SP is gonna be a thing, pls to be waiting for OCD]
Re: The Coronation
Date: 2013-12-06 02:28 am (UTC)She paused. "Unless I'm supposed to share?"
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Date: 2013-12-06 06:23 am (UTC)Since he figured Karla could probably rig up something similar with her Craft.
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Date: 2013-12-06 07:42 am (UTC)He was just...not going to mention the giant tantrum he'd thrown when he realized he couldn't get to the ice cream.
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Date: 2013-12-12 08:42 pm (UTC)...But, in deference to ice cream, she left any comments to that effect unsaid. They knew enough about her to guess a few of them anyway.
"I am quite terrifying," she agreed. "You missed me kicking Warren's father in the shins every opportunity I had these past few days."
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Date: 2013-12-12 08:56 pm (UTC)"Does he respond well to that treatment?" he asked dryly.
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Date: 2013-12-13 04:40 am (UTC)"...Though, since you asked, I think the kicking might have been less effective than me telling his he was a bad daddy," Karla admitted, a little shamefaced.
Because she was the best future daughter-in-law in the world, obviously.
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Date: 2013-12-13 06:00 pm (UTC)She darted a glance over to where Junior was standing, dignified and alone.
"It would be easier to figure out how to handle him if I knew what Warren wanted." But he was more conflicted about his father than he was about anything else. "Does anyone here have a decent relationship with their parents?"
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Date: 2013-12-13 06:24 pm (UTC)"We're working on it," he said.
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Date: 2013-12-14 11:04 pm (UTC)The Wiggins weren't really in a position to barter much. "I'm glad they understand it."
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