Once Upon A Dream(Lux)

The grass felt cool on his skin, which was great in the summer air. It was a particularly nice day. Well, it'd have to be, Oriel wouldn't have bothered going outside if it wasn't. He didn't want to move, he was perfectly comfortable right where he was.

It figures that'd somebody would try to come and disturb his slumber. Guess that's what he got for trying to sleep out in a place like this.

He grunted at the first poke, but did not move. When the poker dared to speak, Oriel grunted again. He recognized that voice. Of all the people....

Well, he wasn't terribly bothered, though Oriel did wonder if she would go away if he continued to play dead. Though he'd already given himself away of being alive via the grunts.

Oriel curled up into a ball and rolled over, twisting his torso into a stretch and exposing his belly like a cat. A very large, intimidating cat. Then he relaxed while keeping his eyes closed. And he grunted again.

Did she just call him lazy? What did she know? Oriel wasn't just lazy(although he certainly was that), he was tired. That's what happens when you don't sleep when you're supposed to.....

Though seriously, he really was tired. And while he probably did have something better he wanted to do(a something starting with "Madi" and ending with "son"), he didn't have much choice in that respect at the moment. Snoozing was really the only other thing he wanted to do, though at this point, he was snoozing on purpose just to spite her and not just because he was tired.

The attempts of her trying to get the correct name almost had him smiling, but then came the one that had his brows furrowing and eyes opening to mere slits as he shifted them in her direction. With yet another grunt he mumbled, "I'm not a cookie....!" and rolled away from her onto his side, curling his knees up and resting his head under his arm. "You want something, dog-face?"

"Not a cookie...." he repeated, pretending to be lulling back into a deep slumber. Though when she finally said his real name, Oriel buried his face back into the grass to hide a tiny smile. Yes, he liked his name, as unconventional as it was. There were only a select few in the world who had permission to call him anything else, and he doubted that anybody here at Hammel was going to become one of them.

Oriel didn't say anything for several minutes, still pretending to snooze and actually trying to re-enter his REM mode while she hung around and tried to remain unnoticeable. But it was too late, Oriel was already awake and his brain was far to conscious of her presence to be able to relax....much. He popped up with a grunt and scowled at the girl. "Well, now I can't sleep, not with all your racket." He lazily pointed an accusing finger at her. "It's your fault, take some fucking responsibility." As if it was her fault he couldn't get a good nights rest the night prior. His lips quirked up into a crooked smile. "Sing to me." Really, Oriel's selfishness knew no ends. "Or tell me a story, whichever you're better at, I really don't care." He flopped back down and put his hands behind his head expectantly.

Oriel didn't open his eyes. "I dunno. Make something up." He didn't really want to hear a classic, traditional sappy story anyway. Something original and made up on the spot was always more interesting. You never really knew where it was going to go because the "author" didn't know either. Sometimes they'd do that back in NYC after a good meal. He and the kids he hung with would just hand out with full bellies and do a round-robin of storytelling. One person would start then would pass it along. They came up with some pretty interesting shit.

The selfish little boy just laid there, waiting for her to start. This oughta be good, he thought with a mischievous smile.

"You're really terrible at this, aren't you?" Oriel said with a slight frown and furrow in his brow. "Ya gotta put some imagination in it! Like, what'd this girl like to do? What exactly changed? Why'd the parent's leave? Gotta gimme some more details! Right now, she just seems like a faceless princess with no personality or mind of her own." Oriel had a pretty fair idea who she might've been talking about, but that didn't stop him from criticizing. "Personally, I think it mighta been a good thing she got ditched. Might give her a chance to grow into something better than a sheltered Disney Princess." He snickered and rolled towards the girl, bumping her slightly and then shifting into a comfortable position on his stomach.

"Continue," he commanded like a pompous snot.

"What a crock." Oriel scoffed at her sudden ending. She didn't even try. Wasn't she supposed to be some smart-aleck bitch? Girl didn't have any imagination whatsoever. Couldn't even take a critique that well(not that Oriel could take it any better). He wrinkled his nose as Lux flicked it with her finger. "Hey...."

Oriel rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he tried to think of a story to tell. Though honestly, he could't really think of anything outside of the old classic fairy tales that were boring(unless you counted their original versions, some of which were just plain twisted. "Hummmmm......." he groaned as he circulated ideas through his head. This should be easy for him, he'd done this sort of shit before. "Once upon a time," he started lazily and hating that he couldn't think of a better beginning, "there was a princess of a very bright kingdom. You know, the kind of cheesy place that has technocolor butterflies and rabbits shittin' rainbows n' all that jazz." He wasn't even sure where he was going with this. "One day in the late spring became a very celebrated day, as it was the day when said princess gave birth to a beautiful little platinum blonde girl. Once this child was clear from her mother's womb, the whole fucking kingdom celebrated. But the celebrations were cut short because shortly after, the princess also gave birth to another kid, a boy." Right, as if Oriel was any better at telling stories that weren't so obviously about someone in particular. Though this story was mostly conjecture on his part. "Normally, twins wouldn't be a problem, but in this kingdom they're a bad omen. One is always good and one is always evil. But there was no way to tell, so they had no choice but to cast the both of them to an orphanage in the neighboring country so that the matron there could raise them and watch to see which child was the good one....and which was the bad one."

Was he serious? Was Oriel actually telling this story?

"Um....Ok, so like five years later, the twins were pretty much inseparable and depended on each other to the point of creepiness, though by then it was pretty clear to the matron which kid was good and which was bad. So, they plucked up the girl and sent her back to her kingdom, to a warm and happy family with open arms and rainbow farts. The boy, of course, was left to fend for himself, on the streets of a foreign country, surrounded by stupid self-righteous adults who decided what he was for him. And since that's what they expected from him, the kid didn't bother to act no differently. Drugs, sex, thieving, you name it, the kid did it." Seems he was talking out of the fantasy world now and talking more about the real world. Oriel needed to end it before he pissed himself off. "Poor shit-head never even had a chance. Tragic story. The end. Happy?" He sat up an glared at the girl with an indignant scowl.