[So this is kind of a non-Makena/Saatra crack piece that I was told I should write. Inspired by this. Word count 435.]
Requin felt a pit of guilt in his stomach as he watched his little slave mourn. He’d been non-functional for a few days now, coming out of his red or blue episodes just to cry. He was thankful none of his highblood peers were around to see him go so easy on the boy. He wanted to let Psi mourn. He owed him that. It was his shitty security that got the young Troll’s lusus killed.
“Psi?” he called gently. He took the small acknowledgement as an invitation and saw himself inside. He sat beside Psi and wrapped his arms around him. He whispered apology after apology until finally Psi responded.
“It’s just…” he croaked, barely able to form words. Requin just pet the boy’s hair until he was able to form the words. “I miss Mommy… and I just have so many unanswered questions.”
“I will do my best to answer them. I’m so, so sorry, my little bee, and I will do anything I can to…” to what? Make it up to him? How can you make up something like this to somebody? “I will do anything I can for you.”
“B-but Momm-mmy knew ev-verything…”
“Well I know a lot,” he nudged Psi gently, trying to give him a reassuring smile, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, but will you give me a chance?”
The young boy gave him a somber nod, hiccupping a little between sniffles. Requin calmly wiped Psi’s tears with the corner of his cape.
“There we are. I have to go attend to matters on the ship. Is there anything you need from me before I go?” Requin smiled and brushed back Psi’s tangled hair.
“What if…” but his voice caught.
“Go on. It’s alright,” he reassured softly.
“What if the sea was bees?” Requin did a double take, completely thrown off guard.
“And what if there was a bee gun? What if you FORGOT to reload the bee gun?”
“What if on Mardi Gras instead of beads, you threw bees? What if bees were rainbow drinkers? What if the ship was bees? What if—
“What if I’M bees?”
There was a long, uncomfortable silence between then as Requin fought to think of how to handle this. Then it began going downhill. Psi saw it in his master’s eyes. He didn’t know and he would never know the answers to the questions he had, even if his illogical state of mind produced complete nonsense. Requin stuttered and then began fighting to answer his questions in a way that would make him happy.
“No, Ioudas. You ARE the bees.”
And then Ioudas was a hornet.