A dream within a dream

Markus Eriksen · 08-14-2011, 11:27 PM

Markus wasn't one for sea travel, at least not alone--or rather, without adult company. But he'd missed Reed and Fran's ship, and been forced to take another, by himself. His only consolation was that he wasn't allowed to be sick, because Eva required all his attention. And spending his days hanging over the side wasn't very productive, anyway. Eva had loved the boat; she'd loved the blue sky, and the sea gulls, and the white, fluffy clouds. She hadn't stopped chattering the whole way over, despite it taking nearly three days--he was certain she talked in her sleep, because there had been little to no pause in her endless flow of questions.

"Rock go bye-bye! Want rock!" Eva's small voice sounded from the crook of his arm, and glanced down at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. What Eva had loved most of all, however, was the constant rocking motions as they sailed; they'd sent her to sleep faster than any of Markus' lullabies. He attempted to imitate them as he walked, looking around the bay curiously. He'd come a long way, but Reed had spoken of meeting here--or was it somewhere else?--in case they got separated. Markus paused near a large rock and set his pack and musical instruments down. His drums were with Reed and Francois, but he didn't worry much about them; there was an unspoken rule about instruments that ensured their safety. Besides, Reed had plenty of supplies; he wouldn't pawn any of their stuff for goods.

Sitting down on the rock, he carefully set Eva on the ground, unable to even warn her away from strangers before she was off, running in circles and yapping happily as she played. Markus kept a close eye on her, even as he pulled out his panpipe and began playing softly.

Reed De Lange · 08-15-2011, 10:29 PM

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Reed and Francois had set up camp near Drifter Bay where Markus and his daughter currently were. He decided it would be safest to stash their supplies and instruments in the forest where they wouldn't likely just be happened upon and stolen while they were away exploring and looking for Markus. With the wind blowing in from the ocean, it wasn't that hard to catch his scent on it as it went by. He didn't get excited until he actually saw Markus sitting on a rock; it was easy to recognize it was him by his long brindle fur that the wind blew around.

What Fran saw first, however, was not his brother, but the young furry pup romping around in the sand around him. Surely that was someone else's kid. But that tail gave it all away, not to mention she had some of Markus' own brindle coloring along with some of her mothers. Aisling. That slut. He never did like her and knew she was no good for his brother, and now he had a niece as proof that she sucks.

"There you are, Markus! Good job getting separated," Reed jested when he came up behind the lean Afghan Hound mix. He gave the boy a pat on the back before looking toward the pup. "You babysitting?" he asked, convinced that his hardass drummer couldn't have kids yet. For some reason... Fran walked over to Eva before kneeling down in the sand a few feet from her. "Hey, kiddo. What's your name?" She was absolutely precious and he gave her a gentle smile. As if they wouldn't have a hard enough time making this new place home by themselves, now they had a kid keep safe, fed and healthy too. But at least they found Markus and his precious cargo before anything happened.

Markus Eriksen · 08-15-2011, 10:46 PM

Markus stopped playing and rose as Reed and Fran came into sight, lifting his hand in a wave. He packed his panpipe away and lifted the bag as they approached, nodding in acknowledgement as Reed patted his shoulder. He could see Fran's mind whirling, and knew without a doubt he'd already guessed who Eva's mother was and that she was his--no need for him to say anything, then. He moved over to clap his brother on the back, and smiled slightly at Reed, shaking his head in denial.

No, not babysitting; not unless you counted parenthood as one very long gig. He moved to pick up Eva, but Reed beat him over to her, bending down to eye level. And then all hell broke loose, as Eva set her sights on a brand new target.

"EVA is Eva Ella Eriksen the FIRST. Came here with daddy on rocky-WAVEY rock. Who you?" Her voice varied in volume and pace as she went, and one moment she was talking as quickly as she could get her tongue to move and the next she was pronouncing her words with slow precision. Markus bent and patted her gently on the head before scooping her up and tucking her into the crook of his arm again, where she continued to chatter away, introducing herself to Francois as well and then continuing on about the boat, attempting to rock in his arms to imitate the motions as she talked and talked and talked.

When she seemed to pause for breath, he managed to cut in, glancing up at them and shrugging a little. "My daughter."

Reed De Lange · 08-15-2011, 11:39 PM

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"Good to see you Markus." Reed added to his earlier statement, his smirk turning into a gentle, friendly smile. Markus was practically family to him, just as much as he was to Fran. Even though he felt closer to Francois, Markus was considered a close second to him. The 'no' to his question managed to slightly wipe the smile off his face as he turned to look at the hyper little girl in time for her to see Francois and begin speaking. And then she never stopped. He looked between the two and then he smiled a little more, but it was kind of sad. He had a kid now, and the kid had no mother and Markus had no wife. That was sad. Reed was a whore at heart, but if he had a kid with someone, he would settle down with them and try to make it work for the sake of the child. His own father had him make this decision early in his life. The girl was extremely happy and seemed absolutely fine, so there was no more reason to be sad. Besides, she was freakin' adorable.

Francois grinned at Eva when she answered him; she was the absolute opposite of her father. She probably picked up on his silence and made up for it by being really friendly and talkative herself. How cute. "I'm Francois. I'm your uncle." He gave her such a happy smile before turning it to beam at his brother. He should be so proud of this little girl, she was going to grow up to be a fine young woman. Markus quickly grabbed her up, but she didn't stop talking for what seemed forever. She only stopped long enough for her quiet father to tell them she was his and Reed walked over and stopped beside Fran. "Mark, she's the cutest thing I've ever seen," he said with a hearty laugh, reaching over to ruffle her head fur. "You are the prettiest girl ever, Eva." And he wasn't lying.

Markus Eriksen · 08-19-2011, 05:08 PM

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Markus gave a bit of a nod back to Reed as he spoke again, a small smile playing about his maw. It was good to see them again, after being so long apart. It was good to be back together. And if Markus had brought along a new addition, well, that was alright, too. He didn't care much that Aisling was missing from their lives; she hadn't been good enough for his Eva, anyway. She hadn't been good enough, period. She'd taken advantage of him during an experimental time in his life, and while it had straightened him out again, he wouldn't ever forgive her. Not enough to let her back into their daughter's life, anyway. He didn't plan on hiding that from Eva.

Eva, for her part, was overjoyed. She kept gazing intently at Reed and then Francois, and then at her daddy, before starting all over, curious. Finally, she spoke up--not that she'd stopped--and brought up her question. Unca Franny-Fran 'n Daddy 'n stranger-person look same. She declared, and rubbed her nose thoughtfully over her paw. Unca 'n Daddy 'n...Unca Unca? She asked, and for once paused, waiting for an answer. At least, until Reed came over and spoke to her, making her grin widely. Coot! Pwetty! Eva coot 'n pwetty! She chanted, and began running in circles again, prancing.

Markus laughed, a full-bellied chuckle, and said, to Eva's great surprise, She's my little princess.

Picture by Cait, table code by the Mentors!

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