[identity profile] shiningone.insanejournal.com posting in [community profile] metem_logs
Characters: Baldr and whoever happens to want to nose about.
Date/Time: Backdated to December 29, 2012
Location: A less traveled corner of the stairs
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Probably slightly angsty. We shall see.
Summary: It's Sean's birthday, and he has a book with his divine memories in it, and he's trying to understand it to very little avail.



So, he's convinced he's losing his mind.

He realized this morning that when he took a look at the calendar, he'd been mushing his dates together in his mind, having announced his own birthday nearly two weeks prematurely. Ah, well, he thinks sourly, considering that this generally happened when he didn't have something to do to keep his days straight. Not much to be done about it today. My parents are probably flipping the fuck out...

People seem to be milling around and doing their own...whatever it is that god sorts do, and after the incident with Athena and Triton, he's in a mood to spend some time on his own.

Again.

He's found a spot in a corner on one of the stair landings and tucked himself away, much as he did when he was a child and had often found various library corners during college to study. There is something very comforting in of itself for Sean, and though some here might know him as 'Baldr', it is difficult to grasp onto. With a racing heart, he opens the scrapbook full of what Athena referred to as his old memories. In truth, he hasn't touched it since he'd seen the picture of the glowing man and his equally glowy significant other. A pain hit him like a Louisville Slugger, and a name that wasn't Jehanne's escaped his lips.

He sighs, looking over the drawings, the little trinkets of bygone days, and wonders how in the world any of this is supposed to help.


Date: 2013-01-14 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
"What's that?" came a sweet, lovely little voice from right by his shoulder. Laurel was standing there in a holiday dress of green that offset her red hair beautifully. Her songbook was tucked under her arm.

Date: 2013-01-14 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
She nodded at his explanation slowly, like she was putting together what he said and actually understood it. And then he asked her about her book, and she perked right up.

"My songbook! I got it for Christmas too. Wanna see?" It was a rhetorical question, because of course he'd want to see. And she was climbing on to his lap in, because then they could both see the book.

Date: 2013-01-14 09:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
"I'm Laurel," she said off-handedly. She was far to interested in showing off her book to him. She opened it up and held it so he could see it in the way that children did, like he was blind and wouldn't be able to see it if she didn't hold it high up and in front of his face. "It's got a lot of songs for me to sing. I sing really pretty, like my mommy."

Date: 2013-01-14 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
"I like all the songs, but there's one that's my favorite right now." The book drops into her lap abruptly and she flips through the pages. "I like the way this one sounds. Want me to sing it for you?" She leans back and looks up at him with big doe eyes, and the look there said that there was a suspected answer that he was supposed to give.

Date: 2013-01-14 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-all-mother.insanejournal.com
Frigg had been on her way to talk to Baldr when she found him sitting with Apollo's daughter. Se chose to stand back for the moment.

Date: 2013-01-14 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
"You'd be like Julian. A big jerk." It came out as a simple statement of fact. Because Julian was a big jerk. And then she put the book in her lap and took a breath and began to sing. The song was called The Blessing (http://youtu.be/48iUjaHlar8), and Laurel's voice was quite like a little angel's.

Date: 2013-01-14 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
When she finished, she leaned back against him, looking up at him again with a bright smile. "D'you like it, Sean?"

Date: 2013-01-15 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
Nearby, Carl hesitated. He had a package in his hand.
"Ummm... Hi... and hi, Laurel. Mommy told me this was yours," he said, shyly approaching Baldr.

Date: 2013-01-15 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
Laurel beamed at Sean at his praise. "I like it too. I'll sing it again for you sometime, if you want."

Then she noticed Carl and smiled at him brightly too. "Hi Carl." And then she was practically bouncing on Sean's lap. "Ooh Sean you got another present! Open it! Open it!"

Date: 2013-01-15 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-all-mother.insanejournal.com
Frigg remained hidden, tentative to walk in.

Date: 2013-01-15 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
Carl giggled.
"You're funny, Uncle Baldr."

Date: 2013-01-15 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
"Open it!" Laurel said emphatically.

Date: 2013-01-15 09:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
Carl wriggled with anticipation.
"Please? Let's see!"

Date: 2013-01-15 10:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
"Who would want to hurt you? You're nice," Carl said.

Date: 2013-01-15 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
Laurel looked at the scroll curiously, then reached out her little hand and touched it with her finger tips. "I think this is better than a dinosaur."

Date: 2013-01-15 10:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
His first comment got Carl thinking.
"Can I help? Mommy's been telling me stories," he offered.

Date: 2013-01-15 10:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
"I like stories," was Laurel's opinion on Carl's offer.

Date: 2013-01-15 11:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
"Can I see your book?" Carl asked, pointing to the scrapbook, "Please?" That's right. Have to remember manners.

Date: 2013-01-15 11:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
Carl nestled himself more or less into Baldr's lap and opened the book, flipping through the pages. He paused on one with the picture of a man with only one hand.
"That's my dad. Tyr. He looks different there, but that's him. He's super brave. Put his hand in a wolf's mouth so the other gods could tie up the mean wolf. The wolf wasn't happy, and he bit off Dad's hand."

He looked up at Baldr.
"He's your brother. That's why you're my uncle."

Date: 2013-01-15 11:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
Laurel had barely scooted over to make room for Carl on Sean's lap so they were pressed side by side, and she was looking over his shoulder at the book, her little chin actually resting there. She frowned, looking confused by his story though. "Why would he put his hand in the wolf's mouth?"

Date: 2013-01-19 08:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com
Carl nodded.
"The wolf was very strong. So, they had to trick him to tie him up. Dad put his hand in the wolf's mouth to show they didn't mean to hurt him. He still lost the hand, though."

The little boy turned a few more pages. The next one he stopped on showed a burly man wielding a large hammer, with a pretty woman with very long hair stood behind him.
"That's Thor. Thunder god. He was my mommy's second husband, because he challenged her first husband for her. But she's married to my dad now. She was one of the prettiest of the gods--only one was prettier than her. But Dad disagrees. He says Mom's the prettiest. She definitely has the prettiest hair. It's real gold."

Date: 2013-01-20 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inspiredvoice.insanejournal.com
Laurel looked at the picture skeptically. Sure Carl's mommy was pretty, but she wasn't prettier than her mommy. But she wouldn't say that.

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