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genlisaeI was sorting through the main Pleasantries folder earlier (you would not believe what has accumulated in there!) and getting rid of things that I will never use when I stumbled on this one. It is part of a sequence originally slated to be in Chapter 1. Later I decided that this story was already enough of a monster to tell as it was and approximately half of the characters were dropped to go in a completely separate story. So I cut the sequence, but I can't bring myself to delete this scene. Instead I am sharing it since I think it stands on it's own well.
That being said I will give you a bit of background.
The characters are Ajay Loner and his half Alien twins Isis and Tiethys. This scene followed an altercation at J'Adore between Gilbert and Ajay (Ajay is not a nice guy in my game, seriously, he hates just about everyone! And Gilbert got tagged very gay by the gender pref randomizer. Ajay and Gil particularly hate each other. I went with it.) Isis and Tiethys are approaching teen-hood here. By my calculations they would be about 12 years old.
Advisories: Discussion of homosexuality. BlatantAssholeism Discrimination. Some questionable imagery if you are inclined to take it that way (I am but does that really surprise anyone?)
Yes, the title and associated quote are a bit obscure they make sense for Tiethys though. :)
I charge thee, fling away ambition
By that sin fell the angels. How can man then,
The image of his maker hope to win by it ?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's
William Shakespeare - Henry VIII
Ajay Loner froze, his open-face tuna salad sandwich clenched between his teeth, incredulous eyes locked on his son.
“Pardon me?”
“What does faggot mean?” Tiethys repeated.
At the end of the table Isis chuckled quietly to herself. Tiethys was going to get in trouble. She loved it when Tiethys was in trouble.
“Now where would you hear a word like that?” Ajay asked setting down his dinner.
“That’s what you called Resha’s brother that time at his bakery,” Tiethys explained.
“Oh,” Ajay cleared his throat, “Um … well.”
Isis sighed. Tiethys wasn’t going to get in trouble. That was no fun.
“Faggot is a not very nice word for someone who is gay,” Ajay explained.
“So you don’t like Resha’s brother,” Tiethys deduced, “How come? He makes really good cake.”
“He probably does,” Ajay admitted, “I just don’t like what he is.”
“You don’t like him because he’s a baker?” That didn’t make any sense to Tiethys. Bakers made all the best things like cake and cookies and those yummy little puffy things with chocolate on the outside and the cream stuff in the middle that exploded all over your tongue when you bit into them. He really liked those.
“No, not because he’s a baker,” Ajay corrected, “Because he’s gay.”
“What’s wrong with being gay?” Tiethys was just getting more confused.
Ajay sighed, “Do you even know what being gay is?”
Tiethys shook his head.
“It’s when men love other men, or women love other women.”
“But isn’t loving other people a good thing?” Tiethys countered, “Even if it is two men who love each other?”
“It is,” Ajay agreed, “But this is the kind of love that is supposed to only happen between a man and a woman, the kind that makes people want to get married and have babies.”
“You mean they want to kiss each other and everything?” Isis cut in.
“They do,” Ajay confirmed.
“That’s gross!” Isis made a retching noise.
“It is,” Ajay nodded, “It’s also wrong and should never happen. But it does and Mr Jacquet is one of the people who does those types of things.”
“Wow,” Isis shook her head, “I am so glad we don’t know anyone else like that. I feel icky just thinking about it. Can’t they all be sent away somewhere where us normal people don’t have to see them?”
Ajay shot her a sympathetic smile.
Tiethys just stared, his dinner sitting forgotten on his plate. Suddenly he didn’t have much of an appetite.
* * *
Tiethys ran his hand over his forehead in frustration. It was no use, he couldn’t concentrate. His homework would just have to wait until tomorrow.
Flipping his pen onto the desk he sighed. A bath was just the thing and then he’d go to bed. First though, he had to check on his science project.
Running his fingers gently up the smooth stem of the orchid he smiled. This one was his favourite.
The other boys had laughed at him when he had announced that he would be including an orchid in with the other common garden plants for this project. Boys didn’t grow flowers they’d told him especially not such girly flowers like orchids. They’d called him names like “pansy boy” and said things like “Oh look, here comes the flower girl!” The teacher of course had applauded his decision, a very ambitious specimen for someone his age.
Tiethys didn’t care. They were all wrong. He simply liked pretty things and his orchid was beautiful.
* * *
After his bath he spent a few minutes making sure all of his toys were put away. He felt better when everything was where it belonged, neatly tucked away and in its proper place.
Tiethys simply could not stand a mess.
Right now, his mind was a mess.
If only thoughts could be sorted like toys.
Emotions placed into tidy little boxes.
Put away properly, where they belong.
“You would have liked him Mr. Tibbles.”
“The best cake ever. Soft and fluffy but not dry, you know? The walnuts were still crunchy and the raisins were super moist.”
“How can someone who makes such good cake be bad?”
“It had these little candies in the shape of carrots on it too. They looked so good. I never got to try them, but I bet they were awesome.”
“Then Daddy came in.”
“He was so angry Mr Tibbles.”
“Yelling and screaming.”
“He said such horrible things.”
“Hateful things.”
“He hates him Mr. Tibbles.”
“He’s so nice and Daddy hates him.”
“Why?”
“What do I do Mr. Tibbles?”
“He’s going to hate me too.”
That being said I will give you a bit of background.
The characters are Ajay Loner and his half Alien twins Isis and Tiethys. This scene followed an altercation at J'Adore between Gilbert and Ajay (Ajay is not a nice guy in my game, seriously, he hates just about everyone! And Gilbert got tagged very gay by the gender pref randomizer. Ajay and Gil particularly hate each other. I went with it.) Isis and Tiethys are approaching teen-hood here. By my calculations they would be about 12 years old.
Advisories: Discussion of homosexuality. Blatant
Yes, the title and associated quote are a bit obscure they make sense for Tiethys though. :)
I charge thee, fling away ambition
By that sin fell the angels. How can man then,
The image of his maker hope to win by it ?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's
William Shakespeare - Henry VIII
Ajay Loner froze, his open-face tuna salad sandwich clenched between his teeth, incredulous eyes locked on his son.
“Pardon me?”
“What does faggot mean?” Tiethys repeated.
At the end of the table Isis chuckled quietly to herself. Tiethys was going to get in trouble. She loved it when Tiethys was in trouble.
“Now where would you hear a word like that?” Ajay asked setting down his dinner.
“That’s what you called Resha’s brother that time at his bakery,” Tiethys explained.
“Oh,” Ajay cleared his throat, “Um … well.”
Isis sighed. Tiethys wasn’t going to get in trouble. That was no fun.
“Faggot is a not very nice word for someone who is gay,” Ajay explained.
“So you don’t like Resha’s brother,” Tiethys deduced, “How come? He makes really good cake.”
“He probably does,” Ajay admitted, “I just don’t like what he is.”
“You don’t like him because he’s a baker?” That didn’t make any sense to Tiethys. Bakers made all the best things like cake and cookies and those yummy little puffy things with chocolate on the outside and the cream stuff in the middle that exploded all over your tongue when you bit into them. He really liked those.
“No, not because he’s a baker,” Ajay corrected, “Because he’s gay.”
“What’s wrong with being gay?” Tiethys was just getting more confused.
Ajay sighed, “Do you even know what being gay is?”
Tiethys shook his head.
“It’s when men love other men, or women love other women.”
“But isn’t loving other people a good thing?” Tiethys countered, “Even if it is two men who love each other?”
“It is,” Ajay agreed, “But this is the kind of love that is supposed to only happen between a man and a woman, the kind that makes people want to get married and have babies.”
“You mean they want to kiss each other and everything?” Isis cut in.
“They do,” Ajay confirmed.
“That’s gross!” Isis made a retching noise.
“It is,” Ajay nodded, “It’s also wrong and should never happen. But it does and Mr Jacquet is one of the people who does those types of things.”
“Wow,” Isis shook her head, “I am so glad we don’t know anyone else like that. I feel icky just thinking about it. Can’t they all be sent away somewhere where us normal people don’t have to see them?”
Ajay shot her a sympathetic smile.
Tiethys just stared, his dinner sitting forgotten on his plate. Suddenly he didn’t have much of an appetite.
* * *
Tiethys ran his hand over his forehead in frustration. It was no use, he couldn’t concentrate. His homework would just have to wait until tomorrow.
Flipping his pen onto the desk he sighed. A bath was just the thing and then he’d go to bed. First though, he had to check on his science project.
Running his fingers gently up the smooth stem of the orchid he smiled. This one was his favourite.
The other boys had laughed at him when he had announced that he would be including an orchid in with the other common garden plants for this project. Boys didn’t grow flowers they’d told him especially not such girly flowers like orchids. They’d called him names like “pansy boy” and said things like “Oh look, here comes the flower girl!” The teacher of course had applauded his decision, a very ambitious specimen for someone his age.
Tiethys didn’t care. They were all wrong. He simply liked pretty things and his orchid was beautiful.
* * *
After his bath he spent a few minutes making sure all of his toys were put away. He felt better when everything was where it belonged, neatly tucked away and in its proper place.
Tiethys simply could not stand a mess.
Right now, his mind was a mess.
If only thoughts could be sorted like toys.
Emotions placed into tidy little boxes.
Put away properly, where they belong.
“You would have liked him Mr. Tibbles.”
“The best cake ever. Soft and fluffy but not dry, you know? The walnuts were still crunchy and the raisins were super moist.”
“How can someone who makes such good cake be bad?”
“It had these little candies in the shape of carrots on it too. They looked so good. I never got to try them, but I bet they were awesome.”
“Then Daddy came in.”
“He was so angry Mr Tibbles.”
“Yelling and screaming.”
“He said such horrible things.”
“Hateful things.”
“He hates him Mr. Tibbles.”
“He’s so nice and Daddy hates him.”
“Why?”
“What do I do Mr. Tibbles?”
“He’s going to hate me too.”
