Post by littlesongbird on Oct 6, 2011 11:33:55 GMT -8
since the section looked rather lonely. One of three fics I've been battering around. Kevyn (who is female, just to be clear since the name would indicate other) belongs to a friend who gave me premission to play with her. And the only similiarities thus far between the Lise here and the Lise in the fic is the name and having a family relation to Raoul. (The Lise in this fic is human and Raoul is her cousin, not her elder brother) Minor crack pairings of Victoria/Tugger (it's being broached slowly) and Demeter/Alonzo (the latter gets explained in fic)
Kevyn brushed her long dark hair to the side, working the knots out as she sat at her dresser, her eyes darting to the side. Lise was late, which was completely unlike her usually prompt roommate. She frowned slightly, trying her damnedest not to worry. She set her brush down, her left hand reaching for the petal pink (not her color, definitely not her color - curse Lise's infatuation with that color and being the one that actually bought the damned thing) cell phone. Her fingertips had just brushed the case when the door opened. She pivoted on her seat, glancing at one very frazzled roommate. "Well, how was your day?"
Lise said nothing as she removed her shoes, padded over to her bed, and collapsed onto it. "Do not ever ask me that question again, Kev," she said, raising her head enough to shoot a glare (a half hearted one at best, but it was a glare nonetheless) at her roommate. "I got roped into helping out at the local theatre," she groaned. "The group is going to be doing that thrice damned show."
Kevyn quirked a brow. "What show?"
Lise grumbled low under her breath. "Cats."
"And that has you irritated because?" she asked, pressing her luck. She knew her roommate had more secrets in her then was healthy, and more then likely not going to be forthcoming with her information.
"Thought I left that life behind when I left London to move here to New York," she said quietly, not wanting to go into much detail about it. She reached over and picked up a plush tuxedo cat doll and cradled it close to her chest, trying not to feel the acute stab of loneliness. It had been a long time since she had seen her lover (mate, her mind corrected painfully. He was more then a lover to her. At least the plus side was that they hadn't gotten far into their relationship (they had discussed it, but neither felt really comfortable about it, not with Macavity being a heavy threat in their lives) so she didn't have to worry about babies growing up without their father) - he had gone missing and she had fled shortly after, not wanting to deal with the well meaning but pitying looks she'd receive.
"Ah," came the quiet response. "Maybe.. he'll find out about the show and find out you're helping and come racing back to you."
Lise said nothing, wanting to be hopeful, but reality was just such a bitch towards her that she doubted it. "If he was going to come back, he would have done so by now, Kev," she said finally, glancing away.
~
Victoria twitched her white fluffy tail in agitation, kneading the ground in front of her. She was on her very last nerve with the Rum Tum Tugger. Relations to Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy be damned, that pompous Maine Coon was not going to stop her from traveling to New York, where she knew Lise was living (of course, she didn't quite know where in New York she was, but well, New York was supposed to be fun and exciting and she could use some fresh excitement in her life). "If it has you that irritated," she began slowly, "take a human persona and come to New York with me. But I don't care. Lise is my friend and she needs us."
"Need I.."
"No," Victoria said, padding closer to Rum Tum Tugger, effectively backing him into a corner. "You don't have to remind me as to why she chose to go to New York. I know perfectly well why she fled to New York." Paris would have made more sense (after all, she was the cousin of the rather well known Vicomte de Chagny) but France was far too close and they probably would have been able to find her easily.
"You going is going to make her think you're pitying her and she hates that. You know that's why she left in the first place," he retorted, not used to being backed into a corner by a queen. (Well, backed into a corner by a queen that was not Demeter.)
Victoria fluffed herself in agitation. "I'm not going out of pity," she snapped. "I'm going because we haven't heard from her in forever and I want to make sure she's okay. That and give her what information we do have about him."
"Which isn't a whole hairy lot," Tugger pointed out.
"It's a lot more then what she has which is nothing," she countered.
Munkustrap quietly cleared his throat, having approached the bickering pair when Victoria had been busy backing Tugger into his corner. "I don't suppose I have to tell you that the entire Junkyard could hear you two bickering over whether or not any of us should go see Lise," he said, absently grooming himself, paying careful attention to his front paws. "Everlasting Cat knows that they could have probably heard you all the way over at the vicarage." He glanced from Rum Tum Tugger to Victoria and back again. "I suppose I'll have to come along, just to keep the two of you from throttling one another."
~
Lise tucked her knees under her chin, glancing up at the moon, idly wondering if he was staring up at the same moon she was, if he missed her at all. She tensed when an unfamiliar hand rested against her shoulder. She glanced up, pale eyes meeting dark brown eyes, eyes that seemed almost achingly familiar. "Do I know you?" she asked quizzically.
"Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do. Jellicles do and Jellicles would. Jellicles would and Jellicles can. Jellicles can and Jellicles do," he quoted, his lips curving up slightly.
"Munkustrap?" Lise whispered, her eyes blinking back tears before leaping to her feet and hugging him tightly. She pulled back after a moment and gave him the brief once over. "You look.. different."
"Well, one has to change in order to get past airport security," he noted dryly, a smirk on his lips. "Your roommate is dealing with Victoria and Tugger at the moment," he added, pulling her back into a seated position and settling down next to her. He gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.
"So, how are things between you and...?" her voice trailed off at his pained expression. A wince crossed her features as she realized what that meant. "Whiskers, shit. I'm sorry."
"Alonzo was a better choice for her. She did appreciate him saving her and well..."
Lise said nothing at that before nudging him gently. "Want me to set you up?" she asked, glancing back in the direction of the apartment.
"Not yet," he said, glancing back up at the moon. "Do you still sing?" he asked, glancing back at her after several long moments.
"Not actively anymore, but yes, I do. Any particular piece?" she asked quietly.
"I was always partial to your take on Nessun Dorma," he said, shifting so they were curled up together, as much as a father would snuggle with his daughter.
Lise smiled softly as she recalled the lyrics. No-one would sleep, almost fitting for them. She closed her eyes and began to sing softly. "Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, Principe, nella tua fredda stanza, guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore e di speranza. Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun saprà! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio che ti fa mia! Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò! Vincerò, vincerò!"
-
Tugger had one ear perked up while the other was swivled to the rear, listening to the soft voices outside. He gave a tiny half smile at the sound of Lise singing again - one of the better voices in their tribe (which counted her a member - even if she wasn't a true Jellicle). It had been a long time since she had sung - good to hear her again.
Kevyn glanced at the cat man with the distinct Elvis vibe going on before glancing back at the petite pale blonde female. "So, all three of you know Lise?" she ventured, curious. "And why does the guy with black and silver hair think he has the right to snuggle with her like that?"
"Boils down to the fact that he's known her since she was barely old enough to walk," Tugger said quietly, not really wanting to bring that up - it was a painful topic for all the parties involved. Bast, had it really been that long since Munkus would wake the entire tribe up if she so much as breathed funny when she slept? He wanted to chuckle, he really did, but truth be told - still wasn't funny to think of Munkus, the normally calm level-headed Protector freaking out so badly. First and only time a human became that entwined in their tribe.
Victoria said nothing, it wasn't her place, really. After all, she had come into the tribe years after Lise had so she had always known the delicate human that was all but a true Jellicle.
"Want to run that by me again?" Kev responded, thunderstruck. Seriously? He knew her for how long? How old was he? Didn't look that old.
"From what we were able to find out, her parents abandoned her," Tugger said, watching Munkustrap and Lise for a long moment before returning his attention to the woman in front of him. "Don't know the reasons, don't really care. She's our kitten now." Didn't matter that she was human, or that she had found her biological family (well, her cousin, but still..) He took a steadying breath, rarely did he feel that possessive about a kitten but well, given her history (and Quaxo's), it wasn't hard to feel possessive about them - it was just the way the pair were. "Found her at least a year before Demeter found Quaxo. Quaxo and she grew up together, not quite brother and sister, but the pair did have their moments, but their feelings for each other are decidedly not the brother sister type."
"So, this Quaxo.. he's the one that vanished then?" she ventured, trying to put a name to the man that had so hurt her friend.
"Not so much vanished as was captured," Victoria said, finally speaking up. "We.. found out his father, may he rot in hell for what he's worth," she spat, "took him back. And not for a happy father son reunion."
Kevyn gave a brief nod. "Okay, at least I know who's ass I'm going to kick when I meet them. Should I kick both, or just the father's?"
Kevyn brushed her long dark hair to the side, working the knots out as she sat at her dresser, her eyes darting to the side. Lise was late, which was completely unlike her usually prompt roommate. She frowned slightly, trying her damnedest not to worry. She set her brush down, her left hand reaching for the petal pink (not her color, definitely not her color - curse Lise's infatuation with that color and being the one that actually bought the damned thing) cell phone. Her fingertips had just brushed the case when the door opened. She pivoted on her seat, glancing at one very frazzled roommate. "Well, how was your day?"
Lise said nothing as she removed her shoes, padded over to her bed, and collapsed onto it. "Do not ever ask me that question again, Kev," she said, raising her head enough to shoot a glare (a half hearted one at best, but it was a glare nonetheless) at her roommate. "I got roped into helping out at the local theatre," she groaned. "The group is going to be doing that thrice damned show."
Kevyn quirked a brow. "What show?"
Lise grumbled low under her breath. "Cats."
"And that has you irritated because?" she asked, pressing her luck. She knew her roommate had more secrets in her then was healthy, and more then likely not going to be forthcoming with her information.
"Thought I left that life behind when I left London to move here to New York," she said quietly, not wanting to go into much detail about it. She reached over and picked up a plush tuxedo cat doll and cradled it close to her chest, trying not to feel the acute stab of loneliness. It had been a long time since she had seen her lover (mate, her mind corrected painfully. He was more then a lover to her. At least the plus side was that they hadn't gotten far into their relationship (they had discussed it, but neither felt really comfortable about it, not with Macavity being a heavy threat in their lives) so she didn't have to worry about babies growing up without their father) - he had gone missing and she had fled shortly after, not wanting to deal with the well meaning but pitying looks she'd receive.
"Ah," came the quiet response. "Maybe.. he'll find out about the show and find out you're helping and come racing back to you."
Lise said nothing, wanting to be hopeful, but reality was just such a bitch towards her that she doubted it. "If he was going to come back, he would have done so by now, Kev," she said finally, glancing away.
~
Victoria twitched her white fluffy tail in agitation, kneading the ground in front of her. She was on her very last nerve with the Rum Tum Tugger. Relations to Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy be damned, that pompous Maine Coon was not going to stop her from traveling to New York, where she knew Lise was living (of course, she didn't quite know where in New York she was, but well, New York was supposed to be fun and exciting and she could use some fresh excitement in her life). "If it has you that irritated," she began slowly, "take a human persona and come to New York with me. But I don't care. Lise is my friend and she needs us."
"Need I.."
"No," Victoria said, padding closer to Rum Tum Tugger, effectively backing him into a corner. "You don't have to remind me as to why she chose to go to New York. I know perfectly well why she fled to New York." Paris would have made more sense (after all, she was the cousin of the rather well known Vicomte de Chagny) but France was far too close and they probably would have been able to find her easily.
"You going is going to make her think you're pitying her and she hates that. You know that's why she left in the first place," he retorted, not used to being backed into a corner by a queen. (Well, backed into a corner by a queen that was not Demeter.)
Victoria fluffed herself in agitation. "I'm not going out of pity," she snapped. "I'm going because we haven't heard from her in forever and I want to make sure she's okay. That and give her what information we do have about him."
"Which isn't a whole hairy lot," Tugger pointed out.
"It's a lot more then what she has which is nothing," she countered.
Munkustrap quietly cleared his throat, having approached the bickering pair when Victoria had been busy backing Tugger into his corner. "I don't suppose I have to tell you that the entire Junkyard could hear you two bickering over whether or not any of us should go see Lise," he said, absently grooming himself, paying careful attention to his front paws. "Everlasting Cat knows that they could have probably heard you all the way over at the vicarage." He glanced from Rum Tum Tugger to Victoria and back again. "I suppose I'll have to come along, just to keep the two of you from throttling one another."
~
Lise tucked her knees under her chin, glancing up at the moon, idly wondering if he was staring up at the same moon she was, if he missed her at all. She tensed when an unfamiliar hand rested against her shoulder. She glanced up, pale eyes meeting dark brown eyes, eyes that seemed almost achingly familiar. "Do I know you?" she asked quizzically.
"Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do. Jellicles do and Jellicles would. Jellicles would and Jellicles can. Jellicles can and Jellicles do," he quoted, his lips curving up slightly.
"Munkustrap?" Lise whispered, her eyes blinking back tears before leaping to her feet and hugging him tightly. She pulled back after a moment and gave him the brief once over. "You look.. different."
"Well, one has to change in order to get past airport security," he noted dryly, a smirk on his lips. "Your roommate is dealing with Victoria and Tugger at the moment," he added, pulling her back into a seated position and settling down next to her. He gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.
"So, how are things between you and...?" her voice trailed off at his pained expression. A wince crossed her features as she realized what that meant. "Whiskers, shit. I'm sorry."
"Alonzo was a better choice for her. She did appreciate him saving her and well..."
Lise said nothing at that before nudging him gently. "Want me to set you up?" she asked, glancing back in the direction of the apartment.
"Not yet," he said, glancing back up at the moon. "Do you still sing?" he asked, glancing back at her after several long moments.
"Not actively anymore, but yes, I do. Any particular piece?" she asked quietly.
"I was always partial to your take on Nessun Dorma," he said, shifting so they were curled up together, as much as a father would snuggle with his daughter.
Lise smiled softly as she recalled the lyrics. No-one would sleep, almost fitting for them. She closed her eyes and began to sing softly. "Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, Principe, nella tua fredda stanza, guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore e di speranza. Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun saprà! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio che ti fa mia! Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerò! Vincerò, vincerò!"
-
Tugger had one ear perked up while the other was swivled to the rear, listening to the soft voices outside. He gave a tiny half smile at the sound of Lise singing again - one of the better voices in their tribe (which counted her a member - even if she wasn't a true Jellicle). It had been a long time since she had sung - good to hear her again.
Kevyn glanced at the cat man with the distinct Elvis vibe going on before glancing back at the petite pale blonde female. "So, all three of you know Lise?" she ventured, curious. "And why does the guy with black and silver hair think he has the right to snuggle with her like that?"
"Boils down to the fact that he's known her since she was barely old enough to walk," Tugger said quietly, not really wanting to bring that up - it was a painful topic for all the parties involved. Bast, had it really been that long since Munkus would wake the entire tribe up if she so much as breathed funny when she slept? He wanted to chuckle, he really did, but truth be told - still wasn't funny to think of Munkus, the normally calm level-headed Protector freaking out so badly. First and only time a human became that entwined in their tribe.
Victoria said nothing, it wasn't her place, really. After all, she had come into the tribe years after Lise had so she had always known the delicate human that was all but a true Jellicle.
"Want to run that by me again?" Kev responded, thunderstruck. Seriously? He knew her for how long? How old was he? Didn't look that old.
"From what we were able to find out, her parents abandoned her," Tugger said, watching Munkustrap and Lise for a long moment before returning his attention to the woman in front of him. "Don't know the reasons, don't really care. She's our kitten now." Didn't matter that she was human, or that she had found her biological family (well, her cousin, but still..) He took a steadying breath, rarely did he feel that possessive about a kitten but well, given her history (and Quaxo's), it wasn't hard to feel possessive about them - it was just the way the pair were. "Found her at least a year before Demeter found Quaxo. Quaxo and she grew up together, not quite brother and sister, but the pair did have their moments, but their feelings for each other are decidedly not the brother sister type."
"So, this Quaxo.. he's the one that vanished then?" she ventured, trying to put a name to the man that had so hurt her friend.
"Not so much vanished as was captured," Victoria said, finally speaking up. "We.. found out his father, may he rot in hell for what he's worth," she spat, "took him back. And not for a happy father son reunion."
Kevyn gave a brief nod. "Okay, at least I know who's ass I'm going to kick when I meet them. Should I kick both, or just the father's?"
