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ghostisclearfandom: dimension 20: escape from the bloodkeep
ship: efink/lilith
rating: g
words: 1256
notes: set after the eftbk what we do in the shadows au
for my femslash salad bar + a lyrical title bingo fill (80's song)
Swooping in with a speed that defies nature, Lilith sets herself between the children and Efink to prevent Jason's grabbing hands from reaching the box.
“Mommy's little sweeties, why don't you go wash up before cake and presents, okay?”
The children's cries of protest go unacknowledged as Lilith ushers them toward the bathroom.
With little time to spare in face of the farce that is her children washing their hands when unsupervised—Lilith spins to Efink, with her wide grin unmoved and box still proffered.
“Darling,” she squints into one of many holes decorating the box's side, “Please tell me you didn't buy Jason a pet.”
Efink stiffens, shifting away from Lilith's searching eyes.
They stare at each other in silence, the sound of some sort of water fight breaking out in the bathroom playing soundtrack to their seconds long contest of wills before Efink breaks.
“Okay, yes, I may have got him one teensy-weensy little dragon—but! I didn't buy it, you see, Sokhbarr found the little fellow and I thought a dragon would make a much better gift than the Nintendo's Switch Markus recommended which I can only assume is some sort of torture device based on the name and amount of buttons it has.”
Lilith's heart warms, distracted momentarily by the evidence of Efink and her friends getting along so swimmingly and no longer in need of her guiding hand.
“—and in my personal opinion, I think torturing is better left until—“
“Efink!” Lilith's mind finally catches the pertinent information, love-induced mind wandering put to an abrupt end, “Did you say dragon?”
“You got me a dragon, Efink?!” Four sets of little feet come to a slide to a stop as Efink forces a smile.
“Ha ha!” She looks awkwardly back and forth between the children and Lilith, “Well—”
“Alright then, let's at least see the little guy,” Lilith relents with a fond roll of her eye and a badly hidden smile. “He'll probably have to live at Efink's house though, Jason. I don't think our roof clearance can accommodate a dragon.”
“Oh, excellent!” Efink sets down the cardboard box and shoots the room a grin nearly splitting at the seams with excitement.
Delicately, she open the flaps and reaches inside.
She brings the dragon out, cradled in her arms, and looks to her audience as if waiting for applause.
“Oh...” Lilith begins, haltingly, “He's...I can see why...he's really Sokhbarr's style isn't he?”
The dragon, the size of perhaps a one year old human, is not what the Spidersman family were picturing, to put it nicely. Covered in what appears to be algae, the creature is a sickly shade of green with webbed feet, the perpetual expression of a cat about to throw up, and a snot bubble forming from his nose.
“Yes, isn't he cute!” Efink agrees eagerly, smile so bright Lilith knows she hasn't yet caught on to the children's sudden reversal on the whole dragon idea. “Sokhbarr rescued him from a swamp!”
Efink turns her gaze down to the creature, happily uncaring about the dampness soaking her clothes from the dragon's algae growth.
“Thank you, Efink,” Jason's gracious politeness battles with his opinion of the dragon, “It's really cool.”
That's her boy, so sweet, so kind! But Lilith can't help the sadness that creeps into her heart for Efink. The first failed gift is a real gut-punch. Lilith's had plenty of duds herself over the years and knows there are more waiting for her in the future.
Jason's strained smile finally brings Efink to the reality of the situation.
“No, no no no no, nevermind,” Efink stands hastily. “You know what, I'll take him home with me and—” she sizes Jason up, before shooting Lilith a wary glance, “You must be almost twenty now, right? Maybe I will acquire this Nintendo's Switch for you after all.”
Lilith can barely get out a surprised, “He's in sixth grade, Efink,” before Jason is barreling into Efink's side with a hug.
“A switch? You're the best!”
The rest of the kids get caught up in their brother's joy and follow swiftly behind to launch themselves at Efink.
“Awww, my beautiful family!” Lilith coos before wrapping her arms around as many of them as she can. “I love you all so much!”
This proves to be the breaking point for the dragon, overstimulated to the point that he belches out a sphere of swamp water that launches through the wall.
The seven of them—baby dragon included—stand frozen in their group hug.
“Well,” Lilith looks through the shattered hole of the foyer wall into Kyle and Russell's room, “That's not ideal.”
With a start, Efink realizes it may be time to return the dragon to his box for some quiet time.
“Perhaps, Efink dear, we could spend the weekend at your place while we get someone to fix this up?”
Efink brightens, “Of course! And while you're all sleeping, Sokhbarr and I can come and patch up this unsightly hole.”
“Really, Efink?” Russell asks in his little voice, “You can fix stuff?”
“That's right, young man!” She smiles, doling out a boop to his tiny nose, “We built our own coffins, you know.”
Lilith thinks of the coffins in question.
Efink's: fit for a queen—lavishly decorated, large and tall enough that it can hardly be described as a coffin at all, boasting an interior sitting room in addition to Efink's plush mattress.
Sokhbarr's: a hole in the ground with a wooden plank that slides on top.
Well, at least her partner, with the most invested interest in returning her home to its rightful state, seems to have some idea what she's doing?
Still, she's not sure the woman who favors candlelight and sconces in her own home has much experience with electrical wiring or the like.
“Why don't we wait until tomorrow night and see if we can get the whole gang together. It'll be much more fun as a group project!”
Efink claps her hands at Lilith's proposal, proclaiming it a 'marvelous idea', and they scoot the kids off to pack their things for the trip.
“I really am sorry, darling,” Efink says, brow furrowed and hands clasped tightly to Lilith's, “For the whole pet business and the resulting hole business. I didn't mean to buy something you wouldn't approve of.” She turns her gaze toward the offending hole, “Or something that would necessitate home repair.”
Lilith brings Efink's hands up to cup her face, nuzzling into their chill.
“Making mistakes is part of being human.” Lilith smiles, “And of being an elf-turned-vampire. And especially of being a parent.”
At this last notion, Efink's eyes well with tears, and Lilith quickly reaches up to wipe their bloody trails away as they fall.
The children come out and clamor around them—(
“Can I swim in the blood pool?”
“Are we gonna fly to Efink's house?”
“Please, please, please, can I try on all the big, fancy dresses in the clothes room?”
“What's wrong with your eyes, Efink? Are you okay?”)—and the family of six, plus one dragon due to be returned into Sokhbarr's loving care, grab Jason's cake and the rest of his presents and head out into the night.
ship: efink/lilith
rating: g
words: 1256
notes: set after the eftbk what we do in the shadows au
for my femslash salad bar + a lyrical title bingo fill (80's song)
“Happy birthday, Jason!” Efink shouts, entering the Spidersman family home with a sizable cardboard box brandished in her outstretched hands that immediately raises the hackles of Lilith's motherly intuition.
Swooping in with a speed that defies nature, Lilith sets herself between the children and Efink to prevent Jason's grabbing hands from reaching the box.
“Mommy's little sweeties, why don't you go wash up before cake and presents, okay?”
The children's cries of protest go unacknowledged as Lilith ushers them toward the bathroom.
With little time to spare in face of the farce that is her children washing their hands when unsupervised—Lilith spins to Efink, with her wide grin unmoved and box still proffered.
“Darling,” she squints into one of many holes decorating the box's side, “Please tell me you didn't buy Jason a pet.”
Efink stiffens, shifting away from Lilith's searching eyes.
They stare at each other in silence, the sound of some sort of water fight breaking out in the bathroom playing soundtrack to their seconds long contest of wills before Efink breaks.
“Okay, yes, I may have got him one teensy-weensy little dragon—but! I didn't buy it, you see, Sokhbarr found the little fellow and I thought a dragon would make a much better gift than the Nintendo's Switch Markus recommended which I can only assume is some sort of torture device based on the name and amount of buttons it has.”
Lilith's heart warms, distracted momentarily by the evidence of Efink and her friends getting along so swimmingly and no longer in need of her guiding hand.
“—and in my personal opinion, I think torturing is better left until—“
“Efink!” Lilith's mind finally catches the pertinent information, love-induced mind wandering put to an abrupt end, “Did you say dragon?”
“You got me a dragon, Efink?!” Four sets of little feet come to a slide to a stop as Efink forces a smile.
“Ha ha!” She looks awkwardly back and forth between the children and Lilith, “Well—”
“Alright then, let's at least see the little guy,” Lilith relents with a fond roll of her eye and a badly hidden smile. “He'll probably have to live at Efink's house though, Jason. I don't think our roof clearance can accommodate a dragon.”
“Oh, excellent!” Efink sets down the cardboard box and shoots the room a grin nearly splitting at the seams with excitement.
Delicately, she open the flaps and reaches inside.
She brings the dragon out, cradled in her arms, and looks to her audience as if waiting for applause.
“Oh...” Lilith begins, haltingly, “He's...I can see why...he's really Sokhbarr's style isn't he?”
The dragon, the size of perhaps a one year old human, is not what the Spidersman family were picturing, to put it nicely. Covered in what appears to be algae, the creature is a sickly shade of green with webbed feet, the perpetual expression of a cat about to throw up, and a snot bubble forming from his nose.
“Yes, isn't he cute!” Efink agrees eagerly, smile so bright Lilith knows she hasn't yet caught on to the children's sudden reversal on the whole dragon idea. “Sokhbarr rescued him from a swamp!”
Efink turns her gaze down to the creature, happily uncaring about the dampness soaking her clothes from the dragon's algae growth.
“Thank you, Efink,” Jason's gracious politeness battles with his opinion of the dragon, “It's really cool.”
That's her boy, so sweet, so kind! But Lilith can't help the sadness that creeps into her heart for Efink. The first failed gift is a real gut-punch. Lilith's had plenty of duds herself over the years and knows there are more waiting for her in the future.
Jason's strained smile finally brings Efink to the reality of the situation.
“No, no no no no, nevermind,” Efink stands hastily. “You know what, I'll take him home with me and—” she sizes Jason up, before shooting Lilith a wary glance, “You must be almost twenty now, right? Maybe I will acquire this Nintendo's Switch for you after all.”
Lilith can barely get out a surprised, “He's in sixth grade, Efink,” before Jason is barreling into Efink's side with a hug.
“A switch? You're the best!”
The rest of the kids get caught up in their brother's joy and follow swiftly behind to launch themselves at Efink.
“Awww, my beautiful family!” Lilith coos before wrapping her arms around as many of them as she can. “I love you all so much!”
This proves to be the breaking point for the dragon, overstimulated to the point that he belches out a sphere of swamp water that launches through the wall.
The seven of them—baby dragon included—stand frozen in their group hug.
“Well,” Lilith looks through the shattered hole of the foyer wall into Kyle and Russell's room, “That's not ideal.”
With a start, Efink realizes it may be time to return the dragon to his box for some quiet time.
“Perhaps, Efink dear, we could spend the weekend at your place while we get someone to fix this up?”
Efink brightens, “Of course! And while you're all sleeping, Sokhbarr and I can come and patch up this unsightly hole.”
“Really, Efink?” Russell asks in his little voice, “You can fix stuff?”
“That's right, young man!” She smiles, doling out a boop to his tiny nose, “We built our own coffins, you know.”
Lilith thinks of the coffins in question.
Efink's: fit for a queen—lavishly decorated, large and tall enough that it can hardly be described as a coffin at all, boasting an interior sitting room in addition to Efink's plush mattress.
Sokhbarr's: a hole in the ground with a wooden plank that slides on top.
Well, at least her partner, with the most invested interest in returning her home to its rightful state, seems to have some idea what she's doing?
Still, she's not sure the woman who favors candlelight and sconces in her own home has much experience with electrical wiring or the like.
“Why don't we wait until tomorrow night and see if we can get the whole gang together. It'll be much more fun as a group project!”
Efink claps her hands at Lilith's proposal, proclaiming it a 'marvelous idea', and they scoot the kids off to pack their things for the trip.
“I really am sorry, darling,” Efink says, brow furrowed and hands clasped tightly to Lilith's, “For the whole pet business and the resulting hole business. I didn't mean to buy something you wouldn't approve of.” She turns her gaze toward the offending hole, “Or something that would necessitate home repair.”
Lilith brings Efink's hands up to cup her face, nuzzling into their chill.
“Making mistakes is part of being human.” Lilith smiles, “And of being an elf-turned-vampire. And especially of being a parent.”
At this last notion, Efink's eyes well with tears, and Lilith quickly reaches up to wipe their bloody trails away as they fall.
The children come out and clamor around them—(
“Can I swim in the blood pool?”
“Are we gonna fly to Efink's house?”
“Please, please, please, can I try on all the big, fancy dresses in the clothes room?”
“What's wrong with your eyes, Efink? Are you okay?”)—and the family of six, plus one dragon due to be returned into Sokhbarr's loving care, grab Jason's cake and the rest of his presents and head out into the night.