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omg_maou
Rated: G
Type: Backstory Fanart
Author's Note: This was inspired by the story below, but it is not meant to be an illustration of it exactly. (Where did this cat come from? I blame Rad. ♥)
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Characters: OOC Anissina and her world's Conrad as children
Fandom:omg_maou
Rated: G
Type: Backstory Fiction
Author's Note: This was originally posted onomg_maou
“Wake up, Con-chan, it’s time!”
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he pouted, “I wasn’t asleep, Neesan. And don’t call me Con-chan anymore. That’s a baby’s name. ”
“Whatever you say,” the redhead placated with a knowing smile as she kept a close eye on the hallway to make sure she hadn’t been followed. “All clear.” Clasping Conrad’s small hand in her own, they quietly made their way to the kitchen, being very careful to take every opportunity to duck around corners whether it was necessary or not.
By the time they arrived at their clandestine location the pair could barely contain the fit of giggles that had been threatening to break through.
“Excellent work so far on your first mission, solider,” Anissina said, saluting the younger Conrad.
“I was pretty heroic, wasn’t I?” he said beaming proudly.
“Of course, and not to mention dashing,” she replied with a sparkle in her bright blue eyes. “I’ve never worked with anyone who could pull off a mission in their pajamas with so much finesse.”
Conrad laughed at Anissina’s exuberant hand gestures as he pulled himself up on to the kitchen counter by climbing up the opened drawers. Gunter would probably find the footprints in the morning and scold him, but he didn’t mind. He was used to being scolded for minor concerns. His warm brown eyes turned overcast at the thought.
He stared down at his fingers as if they had suddenly become fascinating while Anissina gathered the spoils of their raid. “Neesan, why are you and Aiinue and Hahaue the only ones who don’t yell at me all the time?”
Anissina bit her lip upon hearing the sadness in Conrad’s normally sweet voice. She wished she could tell him he was wrong, but he wasn’t. Conrad’s mother was the Maou, the most respected of all Mazoku, but his father had been human. Half mazoku were not well received anywhere, and no matter how much power Cheri-heika wielded there was still precious little she could do about changing the way people felt.
“Some people put a lot of importance into trivial things like birthrights and heritage when they should be paying attention to things that matter like that person’s heart.” She knew he probably wouldn’t understand. She knew nothing she could say would take away the sting of being picked last to play games or being ignored in class when he wanted to answer the question.
So, instead of giving him more words, she reached into the cookie jar she had located in the maid’s newest hiding spot and pulled out a soft sugar cookie. Breaking it in two, she handed him half.
They ate in a peaceful silence until the jar was empty, but they made sure to share each cookie as they went.
Fandom:
omg_maouRated: G
Type: Backstory Fanart
Author's Note: This was inspired by the story below, but it is not meant to be an illustration of it exactly. (Where did this cat come from? I blame Rad. ♥)
Quickpost this image to Myspace, Digg, Facebook, and others!Characters: OOC Anissina and her world's Conrad as children
Fandom:
omg_maouRated: G
Type: Backstory Fiction
Author's Note: This was originally posted on
omg_maou“Wake up, Con-chan, it’s time!”
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he pouted, “I wasn’t asleep, Neesan. And don’t call me Con-chan anymore. That’s a baby’s name. ”
“Whatever you say,” the redhead placated with a knowing smile as she kept a close eye on the hallway to make sure she hadn’t been followed. “All clear.” Clasping Conrad’s small hand in her own, they quietly made their way to the kitchen, being very careful to take every opportunity to duck around corners whether it was necessary or not.
By the time they arrived at their clandestine location the pair could barely contain the fit of giggles that had been threatening to break through.
“Excellent work so far on your first mission, solider,” Anissina said, saluting the younger Conrad.
“I was pretty heroic, wasn’t I?” he said beaming proudly.
“Of course, and not to mention dashing,” she replied with a sparkle in her bright blue eyes. “I’ve never worked with anyone who could pull off a mission in their pajamas with so much finesse.”
Conrad laughed at Anissina’s exuberant hand gestures as he pulled himself up on to the kitchen counter by climbing up the opened drawers. Gunter would probably find the footprints in the morning and scold him, but he didn’t mind. He was used to being scolded for minor concerns. His warm brown eyes turned overcast at the thought.
He stared down at his fingers as if they had suddenly become fascinating while Anissina gathered the spoils of their raid. “Neesan, why are you and Aiinue and Hahaue the only ones who don’t yell at me all the time?”
Anissina bit her lip upon hearing the sadness in Conrad’s normally sweet voice. She wished she could tell him he was wrong, but he wasn’t. Conrad’s mother was the Maou, the most respected of all Mazoku, but his father had been human. Half mazoku were not well received anywhere, and no matter how much power Cheri-heika wielded there was still precious little she could do about changing the way people felt.
“Some people put a lot of importance into trivial things like birthrights and heritage when they should be paying attention to things that matter like that person’s heart.” She knew he probably wouldn’t understand. She knew nothing she could say would take away the sting of being picked last to play games or being ignored in class when he wanted to answer the question.
So, instead of giving him more words, she reached into the cookie jar she had located in the maid’s newest hiding spot and pulled out a soft sugar cookie. Breaking it in two, she handed him half.
They ate in a peaceful silence until the jar was empty, but they made sure to share each cookie as they went.
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Date: 2006-05-28 01:43 am (UTC)*loves on Ani*
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Date: 2006-05-28 02:29 am (UTC)