Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 72)

*Morning*

Ozzy: *is fast asleep*

Thrax: *nuzzles his tow children then places his hand on Ozzy's forehead*

Ozzy: mmm.. *nuzzles against him, his fever is back but it's not terribly high*

Thrax: *bites his lip* Oh Ozzy. *strokes his cheek*

Ozzy: Mm?

Thrax: Rest angel. Save your strength. *gently slips out of the bed, covering NS and Ozzy with a blanket before heading out the door*

Northstar: *cuddles up to Ozzy in her sleep*

Thrax: *quickly makes something for Northstar and cleans the place up a bit*

*both young ones sleep on the bed as he does this*

Thrax: *smiles at the two when he's done, his heart filled with joy* My angels.

Ozzy: *has an arm around Northstar whom sucks her thumb, both seeming content to cuddle*

Thrax: *silently chuckles* So cute. *sits down at the end of the bed, watching them*

Ozzy: *face is still a little fever flushed but not as much as before*

Thrax: *remembers his dreams of how he imagined Rory and Aida together long ago* Guess I got my wish now.

*both sleeping youngsters are sucking their thumbs*

Thrax: *sits next to them on the bed and softly begins singing*

Northstar: *starts to stir*

Thrax: *places his hand on her face*

Northstar: *opens her eyes and yawns a little* Daddy?

Thrax: *smiles* Hey there, honey.

Northstar: *yawns and starts sitting up*

Thrax: Did you have a nice sleep, honey?

Northstar: *nods* Uh huh.

Thrax: *kisses her forehead* Breakfast is downstairs okay.

Northstar: Mkay... when did we get in the bed?

Thrax: Last night after I finished reading. I just couldn't move you two, you were so cute together.

Northstar: *blushes a little*

Ozzy: *seems to be sleeping a little lighter

Thrax: *ruffles Northstar's hair before turning to Ozzy* Why don't have something to eat before it gets cold. I'll be down in a few minutes. Okay, honey?

Northstar: *nods* ok

Thrax: *kisses her forehead* Run along then.

Northstar: *goes downstairs*

Ozzy: *starts to wake up* mmm..

Thrax: *strokes his face* Morning baby.

Ozzy: *yawns a little * Mornin. *still seems to be feeling icky though not as bad*

Thrax: *gently lifts Ozzy into his arms, rubbing his back* Still feeling under the weather, my little one. *kisses his forehead* Don't worry you'll be better. I promise. *nuzzles Ozzy's nose*

Ozzy: *nuzzles him

Thrax: *cradles Ozzy close, stroking the feverish cell's hair*

Ozzy: *snuggles him and lets out a soft content sigh*

Thrax: *rests his hand on Ozzy's side* It won't be long, baby. You'll be better in no time.*strokes his cheek* You hungry?

Ozzy:* nods* Yeah kinda

Thrax: *gets to his feet* Let's just hope you can keep it. *carries him down to the kitchen*

Ozzy: *cuddles up close to him as they head downstairs, head on his shoulder*

Thrax: *enters the kitchen and searches for something easy to eat for Ozzy* Can you handle scrambled eggs, baby?

Ozzy: *nods I think so

Thrax: *with Ozzy still on his hip, he begins cooking two eggs*

Ozzy: *looks over his shoulder as he cooks*

Thrax: *sets Ozzy's breakfast on the table, he only cooked a small amount for Ozzy then set Ozzy down on the chair in front of him* Now no complaints out of you. *ties a bib round Ozzy's neck before picking up the bowl*

Ozzy: *blushes a little* But daddy...

Thrax: Ozzy you know you're sick at the minute and you know what happened last time you were like this.

Ozzy: Yeah... I remember...

Thrax: So no arguments. Okay? *stirs the eggs a bit before lifting them to Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: Yes sir... *opens his mouth and eats*

Thrax: Good boy. *continues feeding Ozzy small amounts*

Ozzy: *seems able to eat a little more than last time*

Thrax: *allows Ozzy to eat his fill before wiping his mouth* You did well, baby. *looks around slightly, wondering where Northstar is* Now where is that daughter of mine?

Northstar: *is in the living room*

Thrax: *places the dishes in the sink, lifting Ozzy into his arms and heads to the living-room*

Northstar: *is playing on the couch*

Thrax: *sits next to her with Ozzy on his lap* Hey honey.

Northstar: *cuddles up against his side*

Thrax: *wraps his arm round her, nuzzling her then turns to Ozzy kissing his forehead*

Northstar: *nuzzles back*

Thrax: *softly chuckles* You two do complete my life.

Ozzy: *rests his head on his shoulder and coughs a little*

Thrax: *uncoils his arm from Northstar, placing it on Ozzy's head* My poor baby boy. *kisses him*

Northstar: *tugs on Thrax's arm a little*

Thrax: *turns to her* Yes honey?

Northstar: Could I get sick?

Thrax: *slightly surprised at this* What do you mean, honey?

Northstar: *snuggles closer*

Ozzy: *coughs a lil*

Thrax: *turns to Ozzy with concern* Excuse me honey. *gets up and walks back into the kitchen.*

Northstar: M'ok. *nuzzles*

Thrax: *rubs Ozzy's back then looks through the cupboards* Here it is. *takes out a small bottle from the cupboard before setting Ozzy on the table* It's should help you baby. *pours a small amount into a spoon then holds it up to Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: What's that?

Thrax: It's medicine for your cough, baby. *holds the spoon to Ozzy's mouth* C'mon now open up.

Ozzy: Ugh.. I hate that stuff... *turns his head away*

Thrax: I know it's tastes bad but it'll help your sore throat. If you wish to get better you'll had to take it.

Ozzy: Mmph... *won't take it*

Thrax: *sighs* Ozzy it's just going to get worse if you don't take it.

Ozzy: I’ll be ok with out it...

Thrax: Ozzy please it'll only get worse if you don't take something for it. *lifts the spoon on to his mouth*

Ozzy: a bit of a whine in his voice* But I don't want to...

Thrax: Ozzy look your health is important right now and I only wish for you to get better. C'mon now open up.

Ozzy: .... *shakes his head*

Thrax: *takes a deep breath* Ozzy this no time to act like a brat.

Ozzy: But dad..

Thrax: Ozzy enough. You're just going to get even sicker if you don't take something for it.

Ozzy: *shakes his head* NO I won't.

Thrax: Osmosis enough of your attitude.

Ozzy: *quiets at his stern tone*

Thrax: Now are you going to take your cough syrup?

Ozzy: ... *shakes his head* I don't wanna... *being sick making him a little more whiney and childish*

Thrax: Osmosis you know what will happen if you disobey. Now c'mon then. *lifts the spoon to Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: *looks up at his face but won't open his mouth*

Thrax: *sighs* You're making this really difficult on both of us.

Ozzy: ...

Thrax: Osmosis are you going to take it or not?

Ozzy: ... *doesn't answer but won't open his mouth either*

Thrax: Osmosis do you wish to be spanked?

Ozzy: *softly* No...

Thrax: Then take your medicine.

Ozzy: .... *starts to open his mouth then closes it again*

Thrax: *sternly* Osmosis you're not making this any easier.

Ozzy: ... *rubs his arm a little*

Thrax: Look if you wish to get better this will help you. *lifts the syrup on Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: I wanna get better but... That stuff tastes gross...

Thrax: It maybe be gross but it'll help you. Now enough of your childish behaviour.

Ozzy: ... *whines a little unconsciously*

Thrax: *grits his teeth slightly* Osmosis whenever I try to do what's best for you, you always act like a spoilt brat.

Ozzy: ... *looks down and opens his mouth*

Thrax: *nods* That's better. *slips the spoonful of syrup into Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: *swallows the syrup and makes a face at the biter tasting medicine then sniffles*

Thrax: Good boy. *strokes Ozzy's throat*

Ozzy: *wraps his arms around his shoulders and sniffs*

Thrax: *sets the bottle and spoon down before taking Ozzy into his arms* There now. It's alright. *rubs Ozzy's back*

Ozzy: *sniffs* I'm sorry...

Thrax: *rubs his back* I know baby, I know but I'm only doing this for your own well being.

Ozzy: *sniffling* Are you gonna spank me?

Thrax: *shakes his head* Not at the moment but any more of that attitude and I will take you over my knee.

Ozzy: *nods a little *Yes sir... *sniffles, nuzzling into his chest, *

Thrax: *gets up, cradling Ozzy in his arms as he pull the cough syrup away before carrying Ozzy back into the living-room*

Northstar: *is sitting on the back of the couch*

Thrax: *sits next to her, smiling as he continues rubbing Ozzy's back*

Ozzy: *sniffles softly into his chest*

Northstar: *cuddles up to them* Don't cry Ozzy.

Thrax: *continues rubbing Ozzy's back* He just acted up a bit when I tried to give him some cough syrup for his throat.

Ozzy: *rests his head on his shoulder*

Thrax: *strokes Ozzy's face softly*

Ozzy: *nuzzles his hand and sniffles*

Thrax: *kisses his cheek* I'm not mad Ozzy just worried.

Ozzy: *nuzzles him*

Thrax: *nuzzles him back, purring softly as he rocks Ozzy in his arms*

Ozzy: *falls asleep*

Thrax: My poor baby. *carries Ozzy upstairs to his room, laying the sleeping on his bed and pulls the sheets round him* Rest now, little one. *kisses his forehead then picks up the monitor and slips out of the room, returning to the living room*

Northstar: *is not there anymore*

Thrax: Hmm. . . *walks into the kitchen then the garden*

Northstar: *is not in sight but is in the garden in one of the bushes*

Thrax: *chuckles* Find anything interesting?

Northstar: *comes out from under the bush and giggles, now all dirty

Thrax: *lifts her up* Rub and scrub time for you, little lady. *carries her inside*

Northstar: Awww but I still wanna play.

Thrax: *shakes his head* You're already covered head to toe in dirt. You're getting any more dirtier. *carries her into the bathroom and turns on the water*

Northstar: Pleeeeeease?

Thrax: *sets her down on the floor* No means no Northstar. Your clothes are already filthy and your hair is a mess. *lifts up a lock of mud clogged hair*

Northstar: But it's fun to get dirty. *giggles*

Thrax: Maybe but you regret it after a while. *adds some bubble bath then turns the water off after it fill half way* It was how I calmed one of my victims.

Northstar: In the dirt?

Thrax: *nods* Entered under her finger nails. If she washed her hands she would have gotten rid of me.

Northstar: Oh..

Thrax: *exits and returns with some towels, soaps and oils* Now I want you to make sure you get every grit of dirt off your skin and out of your hair. Alright? *sets the items on the floor*

Northstar: Ok.... Daddy?

Thrax: Yes honey?

Northstar: Will you help me with my hair?

Thrax: *nods* Of course. *turns his back as he allows Northstar to undress, covering his eyes*

Northstar: How come you turn around?*gets in the tub*

Thrax: *turns back to her then kneels beside her* It isn't right for a man to watch a woman undress.

Northstar: I'm not a woman.

Thrax: Not yet but it's still not right. *lathers up some soap and rubs it on her back*

Northstar: *contently scrubs at her arms and plays with the water*

Thrax: *lather up the shampoo and gently massages it into Northstar's scalp*

Northstar: *giggles softly and lets him wash her hair*

Thrax: *rinses the shampoo out making sure not to get ant in her eyes*

Northstar: *makes a tendril of water come out of the bath*

Thrax: *massages the conditioner into her scalp, making sure to get the tangles out of her hair*

Northstar: *continues to make shapes with the water*

Thrax: *washes out all the soap and conditioner off her then strokes her cheek*

Northstar: *smiles softly and continues to play with some of the bath toys, not caring that he's in the room, in a herd the parent would always be near the youngster while they bathe for safety reasons so to her this is normal, as the soap and dirt is washed off her back a number of scars are revealed on her skin as a result of her father's idea of punishment*

Thrax: *gently runs his claws over her scars, looking sick as he remembered the scars Ozzy and his mother received after their own ordeals*

Northstar: *looks up at him*

Thrax: *his eyes gazes a bit, his stomach churns before he throws up in the toilet*

Northstar: *surprised* Are you sick too?

Thrax: *shakes his head* No I hardly get sick. The marks on your back, oh Frank the memories. *throws up again*

Northstar: *softly* oh... *gets out of the tub and goes over to him*

Thrax: *coughs, wiping his mouth then grabs a towel before wrapping it round Northstar*

Northstar: *softly* They... don't matter anymore... they don't hurt really... and... I'm safe now.

Thrax: *pulls her into a hug* I'll make sure of that. *kisses her forehead*

Northstar: *cuddles up to him and sucks her thumb*

Thrax: *lifts her up, stroking her side as he heads to her bedroom*

Northstar: *rubs her eyes a little*

Thrax: *sets her on her bed and selects some clean clothes for her* Here you are, honey. *sets the clothes on the bed*

Northstar: *gets dressed and reaches for him*

Thrax: *lifts her up, holding her close*

Northstar: *wraps her arms around him, cooing softly*

Thrax: *smiles at her but starts thinking of the situation his parents and Ozzy's siblings are in*

Northstar: *clings to his shirt and sucks his thumb* Daddy?

Thrax: *shakes out of his daze* Sorry got a lot on my mind at the moment.

Northstar: *nuzzles

Thrax: *sighs, stroking her hair* I don't know what to do? With my mother expecting another child and Ozzy's siblings and their families having to steal to survive, there's a lot on our plate at the minute. *lays back on the bed*

Northstar: *cuddles and starts to braid his hair*

Thrax: *strokes her face but his mind is still far away at the moment*

Northstar: daddy?

Thrax: *doesn't hear her as his mind is rotating*

Northstar: daddy?

Thrax: *snaps back to reality* Sorry honey. *kisses her forehead*

Northstar: *nuzzles* can we play outside again? There's still some light.

Thrax: *sits up and crosses his legs Indian style* Northstar you are not getting your clothes dirty again.

Northstar: Awww...

Thrax: *ruffled her hair* Sorry honey but that's the way it is.

Northstar: *gets into his lap and cuddles* Will you tell me a story?

Thrax: *smiles* I will. What do you wish to hear?

Northstar: Anything. *smiles*

Thrax: *smiles at her before bringing her down to the living room and selects 'Midnight for Charlie Bone' off the shelf*

Northstar: *sits on the sofa*

Thrax: *sits next to her and begins reading* Long, long ago a king arrived in the north.-

Northstar: *cuddles up to his side as she listens to the story*

Thrax: *finishes the book in a couple of hours* His thoughts had been far away, with someone else who had fallen asleep at twelve o'clock. *closes the book* The end for now.

Northstar: *looks up at him and yawns softly* That was a good story.

Thrax: *strokes her hair, smiling* I'm glad you liked it. Now it's time for you to head to bed.

Northstar: aww... I don't want to go bed.. I wanna stay up with you. *huggle*

Thrax: *strokes her hair* We al need our sleep and you can't stay up too long any way. *sets the book down before lifting Northstar into his arms and heads upstairs*

Northstar: *wraps her arms around his shoulders and yawns*

Thrax: *enters Northstar's room, laying her on her bed and begins singing softly to her*

Northstar: *rolls on her side facing him and cuddles into the pillow, sucking on her thumb*

Thrax: *pulls the covers round her face as he continues to sing*

Northstar: Mmm... *cuddles down, sleepily humming a little of the tune just seconds before conking out*

Thrax: *smiles, kissing her forehead* Goodnight, my jewel. *quietly gets up and slips out of the room to check on Ozzy*

Ozzy: *also sucking his thumb though seems to be squirming slightly uncomfortably in his sleep, he isn't awake from it yet but he requires a change*

Thrax: *slightly smiles to himself as he carefully lifts Ozzy off the bed to change him*

Ozzy: *stirs but doesn't fully wake up*

Thrax: *lays Ozzy on the floor, removing the soilt diaper and throws it in the trash before cleaning Ozzy up and fastens a clean diaper on him* There you go. *lifts Ozzy into his arms and softly hums to him*

Ozzy: *has a slight bit of a rash forming*

Thrax: *cradles Ozzy in his arms, continuing to hum the soft melody as he sits down on the bed.*

Ozzy: *drifts into a deeper sleep snuggling with Thrax*

Thrax: *smiles, placing a kiss on Ozzy's forehead as lays him back in bed* Sweet dreams, my baby. *picks up the monitor and slips out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen*

Ozzy: *whimpers softly when he wakes up*

Thrax: *hears him and goes back upstairs to him* Oh baby, what wrong? *takes Ozzy into his arms and strokes Ozzy's cheek*

Ozzy: *whimpers again and nuzzles into his chest*

Thrax: *cradles him close, sitting down on the bed as he rubs Ozzy's back*

Ozzy: *whimpers again and nuzzles into his chest*

Thrax: *places his hand on Ozzy's forehead lightly*

Ozzy: *sniffles* It hurts...

Thrax: *strokes his face* It's okay baby. Daddy'll make it better. *gently lays Ozzy on his stomach, untaping his diaper* I'll take of it. *grabs some lotion and gently applies it to Ozzy's red cheeks*

Ozzy: *sniffles softly, letting Thrax take care of the rash*

Thrax: *allows the lotion to sink in before retaping the diaper and lifts Ozzy to chest, holding him close* There you go. *kisses Ozzy's forehead*

Ozzy: *nuzzles into his chest, his crying less now*

Thrax: Sssshhh-sshh-ssshhh. It's okay now, baby. *rubs Ozzy's back and begins rocking him*

Ozzy: *wraps his arms around him and sniffles* Thanks daddy...

Thrax: *softly smiles* Anytime sweetie, anytime. *holds him close*

Ozzy: *kisses him on the cheek*

Thrax: *kisses him back, laying Ozzy back down on his bed*

Ozzy: *softly* I'm hungry daddy.. *face is still warm but his fever is down more than it was*

Thrax: *softly smiles* C'mon then. *lifts Ozzy up and carries him down to the kitchen*

Northstar: *is already there climbing up to get herself a glass*

Thrax: *smirks* Hey there my jewel. *reaches for a glass and sets it in front of her* Do you want water or milk?

Northstar: Milk.

Thrax: *chuckles, pouring her a tall glass* Here you are, honey. *hands her the glass then sets Ozzy next to the table* Porridge and honey for you I'm afraid, baby. *kisses Ozzy's forehead then begins cooking* Do you want anything Northstar?

Northstar: Oatmeal... with lots of honey.

Thrax: *chuckles, sorting their food and sets it in front of them* Here's your's Northstar *sits in front of Ozzy with his* and your's Ozzy. *gives Ozzy's a small stir then holds it up to his mouth*

Northstar: *eats her oatmeal and looks over at them*

Ozzy: *still enjoying the attention from daddy opens his mouth*

Thrax: *slips the spoon into Ozzy's mouth* Good boy.*he continues feeding Ozzy*

Ozzy: *cuddles as he eats breakfast

Thrax: *pulls Ozzy onto his lap, allowing him to finish*

Ozzy: *eats; everything in his bowl this time*

Thrax: You did well, baby. *sets the bowl down and wipes Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: *smiles at him warmly*

Thrax: *smiles as he pulls Ozzy into a hug, purring softly*

Ozzy: I think I'm well enough to go to work tomorrow. *smiles*

Thrax: *strokes his hair* Hopefully I don't want you to have a relapse.

Ozzy; *nods* I understand

Thrax: That's my boy. *kisses his forehead*

Ozzy: *kisses him on the cheek*

Thrax: *softly laughs as he cradles Ozzy close*

Ozzy: *kisses him on the cheek again and smiles softly as he hugs him*

Thrax: *smiles, hugging Ozzy close then turns to Northstar*

Northstar: *nomming her breakfast*

Thrax: *smiles, turning back to Ozzy as he strokes his hair*

Northstar: *looks at them*

Thrax: Is something wrong honey?

Northstar: *shakes her head a little and pokes at her oatmeal*

Thrax: *reaches out and strokes her hair lightly*

Northstar: *nuzzles his hand a little*

Thrax: *gives her a soft smile* If anything's bothering you honey, just come and talk to me.

Northstar: *softly* Are there other kids in the neighbourhood?

Thrax: I'm sorry honey but I wouldn't really know. I mostly keep to myself.

Northstar: oh.

Thrax: We shall see.

Northstar: *nods a little and looks at her oatmeal*

Thrax: *strokes her cheek then turns back to Ozzy, cradling him close*

Ozzy: *cuddles up close and nuzzles into his chest*

Thrax: *nuzzles him back, smiling but his yellow eyes have lost their shine*

Northstar: *looks at his eyes and frowns, to her eyes that no longer shine mean sickness*

Thrax: *notices her sad look and shakes his head* It's nothing to worry about, my jewel.

Northstar: *doesn't seem reassured*

Thrax: *gets up, cradling Ozzy then kneels in front of her* Northstar listen I'm okay there's nothing wrong with me.

Northstar: But your eyes...

Thrax: *places his index finger to her lips to silence her* It's normal for me after I've thrown up a few times, no worries.

Northstar: *looks up at him and holds his gaze, her eyes watering*

Thrax: *wipes her tears away* Look I'm suppose to worry about you two not the other way round, my children.

Northstar: *softly* B.. but I just got a new daddy... I don't want anything bad to happen to you.. *rubs her eyes with her fist*

Thrax: *lifts her in his free arm and holds his children close* Nothing's going to happen to me as long as I keep hidden. *kisses both their foreheads*

Northstar: *nuzzles into his chest and sniffles softly*

Thrax: *sits back down with Ozzy and Northstar in his lap, nuzzling them both as he tries to comfort them*

Northstar: *starts to cry softly into his chest*

Ozzy: *puts his hand on his sister's back and looks up at Thrax*

Thrax: *slights smiles at him* There's just a lot on my mind at the minute.

Ozzy: *kisses his cheek and sniffles softly*

Thrax: *kisses him back and nuzzles him*

Northstar: *continues to cling to Thrax and cry*

Thrax: *softly begins singing to them to bring them some comfort*

Northstar: *seems to calm down and snuggles close to him, sniffling softly now*

Thrax: *continues the soothing melody, stroking Northstar's hair and rubbing Ozzy's back*

Ozzy: *seems close to sleep*

Northstar: *seems calmer, snuggling close*

Thrax: *finishes the song, cradling the two close to him*

Ozzy: *nuzzles Thrax, starting to suck his thumb*

Northstar: *looks rather sleepy eyed as well*

Thrax: *softly smiles, carrying them upstairs to his room and lays them both on his bed* Rest my angels. *kisses their foreheads and pulls the covers round them both*

*Ozzy and Northstar Instinctively cuddle in their sleep, young cell and child both sucking their thumbs and cooing*

Thrax: *a loving smile spreads across his face as he looks down at his children then quietly slips out of the room to clean up the kitchen.*