bakerstreet | THE BITTY MEME.

Did Michael send you to help me?

Ummmm....sort of? [Little brother looks slightly sheepish. In point of fact, Michael told him to 'go bother Raphael', probably with the knowledge that Raphael is slightly more patient with the littlest one than he is.]

Are you doing something I can help with? [Because he's totally game! Just...not very competent as of yet.]

[ Raphael just nods. Generally that's how things with the littlest ones go - they are sent to him or Gabriel, with Gabriel being a last resort since he's often following after Lucifer. ]

I'm making swimming things.

[ Currently a multi-colored scaled thing that would give fisherman nightmares in a few million years when it was pulled from the deep. ]

You can help.

[ Or rather, Raphael would show Balthazar how to shape mud and dust and atoms and molecules into being something Else. ]

[Balthazar does have a lot of fun tagging along with Gabriel, but there's no doubt Raphael's a more calming influence. Sitting crosslegged beside his big brother, he nods, wide-eyed.]

It glitters...can it have purple? I like purple.

[ Raphael is generally the one who has the most calming influence. ]

We can make it purple. Here.

[ He takes Balthazar's smaller hand and shows him how to shape the head. ]

[Balthazar has noticed that, although he's also perceptive enough to wonder whether that actually means that Raphael himself is calm, or if it's some kind of illusion born of age and depth.

Either way, he's a good brother, though. Smiling and trying not to squirm, Bal lets himself be guided, smoothing the contours of scales over skull.]

There are so many colors. Do you like colors?

[ It's both, really. He's calm and placid until he's not, and then the eruption is violent, almost sudden unless you can read it.

Raphael doesn't even mind some squirming, really, and continues to guide Balthazar gently, broader details and then the finer ones. ]

I love them. Especially where you don't expect them. Do you like them brother?

I do. I like all of them. I can't decide which is the best. [Tilting his head, he rests a slightly pointy chin on big brother's shoulder.]

Maybe rainbow. Is rainbow a color?

It's ok not to have a favorite. [ Raphael leans his head slightly back, a loose, comfortable form of contact. ]

It's all colors. I think it's call iridescent when it's rainbow-colored.

Iridescent, not indecisive? [He grins at his own self-deprecating joke and cuddles comfortably.]

Why is it an ocean thing and not for flying? What you're making, I mean. It looks like it could fly. [He hasn't quite grasped aerodynamics yet.]

[ Raphael laughs a little and smooths down a fly-away curl ]

In some places it could but not Earth, it's too heavy to fly. We make a lot of things for Earth's oceans. [ "We" being the Archangels. ]

[Balthazar beams, eyes (all several-thousand of them) blinking briefly in drowsy contentment at the touch.] Oh! Because water is denser than air, right?

On Earth, at least, I mean.

Here. Come sit down, I'll show you how to hold the brush Castiel.

[Castiel curiously moved to sit on the stool in front of Raphael, her head titled slightly to the side as she walked over with pigtails swaying lightly]

[ Raphael slid behind her, putting his hand on her back - gently - to coax her to sit up straight, before picking up a brush and putting it in her much smaller hand, his fingers wrapped around her hand to hold it properly. ]

Like this, see?

[She just stared in confusion and wonder at what he was doing for a moment before daring to gently pull the teeth of the brush through her black hair herself, though not wanting that guiding hand to leave until Castiel knew she was doing right.]

Like this?

[ Castiel's hair is different from his own, more like Micheal's in color, but more like Lucifer's in texture, but Raphael is used to it.

And even if she's trying to do it on her own, he keeps his hand on her's to guide it. ]

Yes. Very good. Do you want to keep pigtails?

[She smiled up at him from the praise, always wanting to please her eldest brothers.

Gabriel had put her raven locks up into the pigtails, saying that she looked cute with them in but if there were other ways of styling her hair then she wanted to learn.]

There are other ways to put it up?

[ Raphael understood - he was always eager for praise from the eldest, even if it was hard won. ]

Lots. Plaits, tails, curls.

[She thought for a bit at Raphael's examples of hair styles.]

It's already in tails... what do plaits look like?

[It's been a quiet night out in Gotham tonight. Grayson had sent him after some thugs who had taken off in the middle of a drug bust after the two of them had finished dealing with the ones in charge, and it had taken all of seven minutes to track them down, knock them out cold, and put in a call to the GCPD. He's at ground level still, making his way through familiar winding alleys that will take him to his designated meeting spot with Grayson when he notices a few lowlifes laughing to themselves and staring at something on the ground.

Never a good sign.

His eyes narrow and he approaches with his hood drawn and two batarangs ready as he attempts to get a good look at what they're doing before attacking anything. Apparently attacking first and asking questions later wasn't how Robin was supposed to work. Who knew.]

[Ame didn't like being lost. He isn't the least bit accustomed to a big city--especially nothing larger than a handful of people, as someone who's lived isolated for the majority of his little life--but the fact that it's so dark and dank just scares him out of his wits. He'd cried about it, until he heard shouts of people, loud pops. Fear had him yelping into the form of a small wolf pup.

And with that, he decided to scurry along the corners, trying to find his way back home. Where would he go? Tiny, soft fur, big hazel eyes, a mop of hair, little paws, he's only better at hiding in this form, faster at running. But he's still small, and he can't find his mother. Fear over stumbling across anyone else he doesn't know keeps him from howling out for her, and his nose can't pick up her scent at all, or Yuki's. Did he get lost?

It doesn't help that he's hungry or confused, and even less when he runs into a small pack of people. With a squeak, Ame tries to jump back, but they're much bigger, already faster having caught him by surprise. He's trapped behind them. With a small whimper, he slinks closer to the wall. They're just like the big boar behind his house... Yuki always tells him to fight back, to bark at them and scare them away, but they're so much bigger. He lets out a bark, an attempt--and they laugh, just moving closer. It didn't work. Whimpering, he just pulls himself in more and hopes they'll leave him alone.]

[Unfortunately, Gotham doesn't draw the kind of scum that leaves people alone. They are exactly the kind of lowlifes to enjoy kicking around a defenseless animal.

It's probably what they're about to start doing when Robin catches sight of what's going on and uses his grapple to swing overhead, landing easily between the small puppy and the approaching thugs. He doesn't bother with any sort of witty comeback as Grayson or Brown would have, instead immediately springing into action and dispatching them with perhaps slightly more violence than was neccessary.

He really doesn't like people who pick on animals.

Thugs having run crying or laying unconscious on the floor, Damian turns back to the dog, no...wolf? It has to be a wolf pup. Strange but then this is Gotham.

He kneels carefully a few feet away and holds out one hand for the pup to sniff.]

They will not harm you anymore.

[Things Ame didn't expect: that entire ordeal. The moment the newcomer swooped in, his paw finds a way over his eyes and he braces himself for the worst... that never comes. Instead, it's a small voice, and a hand reaching for him to come closer.

He... he saved him. With a soft sniff, Ame lowers his paws back onto the ground, eyes peering up at his savior. The boy doesn't look too old at all. Not as big as the adults, but definitely still bigger than him. Ame takes a few seconds to think, but realizes he'd much rather be with this new savior than roaming alone. So with that, he inches his way closer, little wet nose brushing against his hand. A few sniffs--yep, he doesn't smell that bad at all--and he just nuzzles his nose into his palm, as a silent thanks.]

[Damian is patient. When the little wet nose meets his hand, he raises it slowly and scratches under Ame's chin and then slowly strokes the fur over his back.

The mannerisms of the puppy were strange, almost covering its eyes in a human fashion, but the wolf pup now seems normal enough.]

You shouldn't be out here alone. Do you have an owner little wolf? [He rises to his feet, looking around to see if there's any sign of someone having been there aside from the usual drunks. There isn't.

He turns back to Ame, frowning. It's hardly like he can just leave him here. He's only a puppy.]

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[The scratching, while a mostly new and unfamiliar sensation, just feel nice and have him relaxing a little. He lets out a small hum of approval, tail wagging back and forth. Once the petting comes, he's in a little heaven, merely curling up a little to take in the full feel of being petted. It's a nice feeling and it reminds him so much of his mom.

But once the hand moves away, as the boy speaks to him--an owner?--he yelps softly. What does he mean? Ame's not a pet! His mouth opens again, but then he just snuffs softly. He almost let it slip... he can't turn back into a boy right now, and he can't explain that he's looking for his mommy. He'll just have to keep the search on alone, huh...

With a small whimper, he steps away, looking around. But only two steps away, he finds himself looking back at the young rescuer. He's lost. Hopelessly so.]

[Damian snorts and rolls his eyes, smiling as he kneels to pick Ame up.]

You're hopeless on your own, aren't you? [He cradles him gently, absentmindedly continuing to pet him with one hand and fingering his grapple gun with the other. The pup probably won't react well to swinging so he'll take the streets and alleys. He takes a second to let Grayson know he'll be longer to their meeting spot and then turns back to the wolf pup in his arms.]

I don't know how you got here, but someone had to have brought you. Wolves aren't native to Gotham. Come on, little Wolf, I'll find out how you got here. [It wouldn't be the first time some rich moron had bought a dangerous or exotic animal.

If Ame doesn't protest, Damian will begin the trek through the alleyways with the puppy still in his arms.]

[Yes buddy he sure is. Ame is in a world full of gentle softness under those pets, already tucking himself against Damian's warmth. He's glad for the warm cuddles, and the petting; his mind has temporarily gone blank, replaced by nothing but pleased security as he just soaks it up. But once Damian begins speaking to him again, he pulls out of his stupor and whimpers again.

He really should say something... But he can't. He's never had this happen before; when he and Yuki howled at their old house, they got their mommy in trouble with the landlady. And he's supposed to keep it a secret... He'll have to do his best. He just nuzzles in a little closer, and waits for Damian to take him wherever he's going.]

[happy to look after bitties or be one~]

[ There aren't many instances where bitty!Kaito shows up in-canon, but here's two reference pictures.

Can play him as looking after kids or being one. Just specify! ]

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She's growing up. She's getting closer, every day, to being a big kid like her cousin Arik. She's been starting to do math the big kids do and she's been reading books with multisyllabic words and she's beginning, just barely, to be able to follow the thread of her parents' conversations about philosophy (at least as much as her Uncle Edgar ever seems able to).

Which means she should be leaving alone little kid things. She shouldn't be excited about candy or things that sparkle or, say, the most amazing playground she's ever seen in the shape of what looks, from her inexpert calculations, to be very much a scale replica of a blue whale.

She just needs to linger near it for a minute. That's all. She'll keep following Arik along in a minute. Just one little minute.

She's growing up. She's doing it so fast Arik can scarcely believe it. She's going to be all grown up before he knows it.

Which is why it makes him smile to see her so captivated by the whale. Which is why he'll backtrack to ruffle her hair affectionately.

"Wanna go check it out?"

It's a difficult thing, being caught between two conflicting emotions. On the one hand, it's clearly something for babies.

On the other hand, Arik is the pinnacle of taste and grownup-ness. If he thinks it's acceptable, it must be.

"...really?"

She's growing up, but she's a child still at heart. If there's anything he's learned from his parents, it's the importance of spending time as a child actually acting like one.

So his grin is easy as he nods.

"Yeah. 'd be fun, don't y'think?"

"Yeah."

But that isn't to say she isn't going to cling to his hand if they're going to actually investigate. Confidence with the adults in her life hasn't quite translated into confidence with children her own age.

Besides, she's not going to risk Arik backing out and deciding the playground is beneath them.

He won't back out, at least. Maybe his presence is even something which will encourage the other children to treat her with kindness.

He'll be here, regardless.

"'s a whale, 'sn't it?" he asks cheerfully as they approach, "C'n you tell what kind?"

"Nnhn. It's a blue whale." Her fingers tight around his swing very slightly as she points with her other hand. "'cause humpbacks have white on their flippers and ventral pleats."

Which the not-scientifically-accurate play structure didn't, alas.

"Yeah?' There's genuine interest in his tone. This isn't something he'd been particularly interested in before Eileen did, and even now he preferred to let his cousin teach him the ropes, "'s there any kinda special marking for blue whales, then? D'they have a blue-- stomach 're something?"

It's always easier to talk about science than about... well, whatever it is other children always seem to be talking about. Her mind isn't wired to retain popular literature and nursery rhymes the way it's equipped to handle scientific facts and mathematical figures.

"They're not really blue. They're grey. An' they've got-- grey bellies, except for sometimes the ventral pleats turn yellow from an accumulation of diatoms."

Well. That's got a briefly confused nose wrinkle.

"So how come 's not the yellow whale, then?"

"Because they look blue when they're underwater."

Duh, Arik. Clearly and obviously. Less clearly and obviously, of course, the fact she's talking about something safe and known makes it worlds easier to let go of her cousin's hand when they reach the structure.

"But everythin's blue underwater, Edie."

It's a half-hearted attempt to keep on the banter, but mostly he's letting her go play. His smile is entirely pleased as she drifts away.

The little crinkle she gets in her nose isn't actually from her uncle--it comes directly from her cousin.

"Don't be silly."

But also, apparently, don't be expecting too much conversation for a moment or two of Eileen actually seeming to enjoy herself scrambling around with other children.

And do expect to have the blue-ness of water discussed when she eventually tumbles back to his side.

"Can't. Silly's my middle name."

And watching over his baby cousin is his other middle name. And discussing the colour of water, well.

Not his middle name, but it's a fun thing to have anyways.

She's fairly certain his middle name isn's silly. She's fairly certain he's gotten saddled with a terrible family name the way she has been.

She's also fairly certain she's not so big she can't have a piggyback ride home.

She's certain only about the most important things.

It's nice, having two dads--and he always feels like he does, no matter how obvious it is that he belongs more to one than the other. Both men have time and attention for him--and for Arik. Both of them take care and bandage wounds and kiss foreheads and hold in tight, safe hugs. Both men can be turned to with the same impunity with which he turns to his mother.

The problem isn't that Elliot is out on a mission. The problem is that Edgar and Rachel are in a room all the way down the hall, and the hall is precisely where the terrifying creaking noises are coming from.

It's all he can do, really, to get to the other side of the room and scramble up into his older brother's bed, really.

It's nice having two dads. More than that, it's nice having a brother, regardless of what genetics might actually decree their exact relations are. Arik honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Even if he is a bit of a grump when roused from his slumber, "Mmnmmf-- Aidan?"

Edited (I COULDN'T/CAN'T REMEMBER IF HE'S THOMAS OR AIDAN IN THIS VERSION??) 2014-12-21 00:21 (UTC)

A grumpy brother is infinitely preferable to bed alone with obvious monster noises. A grumpy brother, after all, is still a brother--an older, wiser, stronger brother he feels completely certain will keep him safe from even the most terrifying shadows.

He'll wait until he's gotten himself squirmed properly into the crook between his brother's arm and the mattress, safe and secure, before answering.

"I h-heard a noise."

At least holding his brother tight and secure is instinct. He's not going to contest it even when half-asleep.

Though he's waking up a little more at the fretful mutter.

"Yeah? Wha' kinda noise?"

"I'nnah."

And he's certainly not going to check, now that he's safe and secure here in this spot against his brother's side. He's also probably not going to let Arik go check either. This bed seems like the best place to be for strategic safety purposes.

"Just-- in th' hall. Sounded big."

Or like the house settling. But probably a monster.

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"Hm."

He could sound more concerned about it, but listening hard doesn't indicate any major noise. He pulls his arms protectively around his brother anyways, just in case.

"'ve got you."

The lack of concern is fairly comforting. Arik would be able to tell if something were wrong, even half asleep like this. Aidan's entirely certain of it.

Best, clearly, to just burrow a little deeper into the safety.

"C' I stay here?"

And he'll snuggle a little closer, a sleepy purr escaping his lips as he does.

"'Course, Aidan."

It wasn't that he had had any doubts, of course. Trust and faith in his older brother is an infinite thing.

But there's still a very real sigh of relief for the permission being officially granted.

He can't help the soft huff of laughter as he settles closer.

"Y're silly," he breathes in response to the sigh of relief.

"Nuh uh." The younger boy's voice is already getting drowsy again, but he insists all the same. "'m not."

"'re too," he mumbles back just as sleepy, "'s why I love you."

Huh. Well. That's not something he wants to argue against.

"...oh."

Eloquent, surely, for an exhausted child.

A rough, tired snort.

"Go t'sleep, Aidan."

"Nnkay."

This is an easy place to sleep. This will always be the safest place to sleep in the entire world--somehow even safer than curling between any of their parents.

"I love you."

There will probably never be a night the younger boy doesn't fall asleep murmuring it.

"Love you, too, lil brother."

There's absolutely not a day that will go by that Arik won't say it or say it back. That's the way they've been raised, after all. That's the way they've learned to express their feelings. It's a good thing, really.

THE BITTY MEME.

peter quill | guardians of the galaxy

Balthazar | Supernatural

I've missed you btw

((ohh! *hug* Likewise!))

((*hugs so much*))

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Clint Barton/Hawkeye | MCU

Rule!63 Castiel | Supernatural

bitty angel shenanigans?

srry this is late, busy with xmas stuff - if you want to cont.

Don't worry, I know the season!

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My tune to apologize, I got really ill for a bit.

Hope you're okay now

On the mend, finally.

yey!

Ame | Wolf Children

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Shuuya Kano | Kagerou Project | OTA

Levi | Attack on Titan

Kaito Kuroba | DCMK (Magic Kaito) | open

Magneto | Marvel 616 | Adult or child

Morgan Burke | The Tomorrow People | Adult or child

Roger Price | The Tomorrow People | Adult or young teenager

Arik Eicheln | HoC/OC

hi sorry 1 there's a whale playground

edIE YOU ARE SO SILLY

excuse you this is ridiculous slander, or libel. whichever. she is the opposite of ridiculous okay.

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...also gdit this is why i shouldn't mobile tag. she is absolutely the most ridiculous.

no unpossible your silence spoke volumes unridiculous it is

foiled by technology o99

now who is ridiculous B| <3

perhaps it is me. perhaps B|

it is part of why i love you B)

oh phew /o\ <333

♥♥♥!

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And also 3 why not EVERY SNUGGLE OKAY

COME HERE BB BROTHER

/FLIES INTO ARMS INSTANTLY and also yes Aidan because of Actual Dad Elliot Reynolds.

/SMOOSH Ahhh yes.

the best thing ever ;w; <3

so much so <3333

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((ohh! hug Likewise!))

((hugs so much))