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Gamzee Makara ([personal profile] 420) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-04-12 11:57 pm

Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

Who: Gamzee & Mrs Brisby
Where: At Mrs B's home
When: Morning
Style: Action
Status: Closed





[Gamzee scrambles over the last few cobble-stones, jumping over the cracks between them, still tasting the potion in his mouth. Lily had made it for him a few weeks backs after an offhand comment of his, and goddamn, he was going to have to thank her so much. Bake her a pie. Bake her a thousand fuckin' pies. He should've done this forever ago, except even he gets that there was too much shit going down recently, really for these kinda miracles. But now it is that right fuckin' time, and his chest is feeling all sorts of fluttery warm at what he knows he is going to do in a few, and it really helps keeping him motivated, cause damn this hood is fuckin' huge if you are magic fuckin' tiny.

He rounds the last corner to Mrs. Brisby's house, putting his hands to his mouth already to call for her. And the moment she opens that door, he breaks out into a dead run, flinging out his skinny little --really little now-- arms to wrap them around her neck, laughing when he feels her whiskers tickle against his cheek, and fuck, she is so soft and warm and squeeze-hug-able.]



Mama!




flyingdreams: (What's... it's...?)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-12 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mrs. Brisby had slowly started to get used to expecting the unexpected. Everything in Vatheon was amazingly unpredictable, and always blew her mind away. When something starts bursting into her home, she's almost willing to say that she's prepared for it, already knowing her escape route.

But before she can bolt, she sees a strangely familiar appearance rushing at her, and suddenly, she's embraced. It's really shocking, and her mind is racing before she slowly realizes just who and what this is. It clicks, after a couple seconds, and she asks in dumbfounded shock...]


...Gamzee?
flyingdreams: (Doe-eyed)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-12 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee, watch your mouth.

[Mrs. Brisby laughs, lightheartedly, and finally hugs him back, squeezing him tight.]

Unbelievable... Gamzee, how did you do this? This is wonderful!
flyingdreams: (Flattered)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-12 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee, this is lovely. Are you going to be like this for long?
flyingdreams: (Utter relief)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-12 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mrs. Brisby happily nuzzles back, excited despite herself.]

This... yes, if I were to describe anything here as miraculous, it would be this.
flyingdreams: (The lights!)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-12 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. Oh, I'm so happy. Would you like to sit with me for tea? I can heat something up pretty quickly!
flyingdreams: (Won't you come inside?)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-12 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Wonderful, wonderful. Here, take a seat, Gamzee.

[She has thimbles for chairs and a piece of plastic balanced on top of a pair of spools for a table.

Brisby does have a more realistic fireplace, surrounded by brick and with a normal pot hanging over it. Mrs. Brisby takes the pot off, replaces it with a kettle filled with water to boil.]


And that will be ready in a few minutes.
flyingdreams: (Can you do something for me?)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-13 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Whoa"? Come, come on now, don't be rude and gawk!
flyingdreams: (I can handle it)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-13 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I wouldn't call it a hive, since it's only me here... but yes. You just have to make do with what you can find, you know?
flyingdreams: (Broth)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-18 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? I thought a hive was a home for bugs, like bees.

[She finishes boiling the water, and gets out a pair of cups. She pours the water into each cup after adding the ground tea leaves.]

Would you like honey in your tea, Gamzee?
flyingdreams: (The inscription)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-19 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[She goes over to the cupboard, which instead of having a door simply had a curtain. Inside were a couple "human"-sized jars, and though they were very small jars for humans, they were quite large for Mrs. Brisby! Flour, honey, salt, and water.

She hopped up onto the side of the honey jar, lifting the wax lid a bit and using a spoon to scoop honey out and into a bowl. Hopping down, she carried the bowl to the table.]


Here you go, Gamzee. Use as much as you like.
flyingdreams: (Thank goodness!)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-04-22 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
So! Tell me about your day, Gamzee.

[The most polite! Even if this was something they usually did every day anyway, having him sitting at her table and sharing tea just made it more special.]
flyingdreams: (If I didn't have fur I'd be blushing)

Seriously!!

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-05-01 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
This is a pretty wonderful thing! I won't forget this... this is very special.
flyingdreams: (motherly)

[personal profile] flyingdreams 2012-05-02 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes... I won't forget.

[Even if she goes home! Because Secret of NIMH 2 doesn't exist so there can be a happy ending anyway.]