"Isn’t that where uncle Cord’s creepy friend lives?" Why he’d go there confused Chay a bit, but it wasn’t really his choice. For all he knew, Con liked the weirdo.
Chayton blinked up at him, face skeptical. “Con, I love you..but you stink at telling stories. Where’s all the details? How can someone work for God? And why would they be here of all places?” None of it made a whole lot of sense to the child.
Auri pushed Con out of the way.
"Let me tell this part."
"One can work for God in a couple ways. There’s HIS/actually Her— but that is a different story— There is being an angel, being a prophet, being a derp that spreads faith and then there is Cord.— Cord made a deal with Chuck— which by proxy was making a deal with God."
"Does that mean Falcor’s gonna fly away too?" Worry filled the little boy’s voice as he gave his brother his best puppy dog eyes.
He fell silent, a certain sadness filling his features. The thought of war made his heart ache. He had seen pictures of their dad with Con’s mom and he scooted forward to hug his brother.
"Is that how Luc got here too?"
"Yeah— Everyone leaves the nest fer a little while. Ya can ask da’ I went ta Toledo fer a bit- Bad idea,fast food is only good fer so long." For a moment he sat there and stared pondering how to phrase it before opting to tell it like Lucky’s mum would of.
"— More like there is the guy. Ya know the old guy that comes around in the black trenchcoat durin’ the holidays— He kind of works for God — the one with the capital G. That guy. — Pay attention blah blah blah- and some old lady showed up and was like ‘A child is on your land.’— So Cord was like, ’ ‘o shit.." and wondered til she found das baby."
Chayton glanced between his elder brother and sleeping twin, a slight pout upon his lips. He didn’t really want to go to bed at all, but Conri was in charge while their dad was out with the pretty lady with dreds.
But, his brother was right and Chay eventually snuggled into the pillows to listen, making faces as he did. “How would he lose his duckies if he loved them so much?” the boy interjected, sitting up and frowning. “Luc would never let his ducky go away.”
His mouth stood agape for a moment, disbelief on his face. “He found Na? How does that work? How do you just find a baby?”
"I guess so. I think Na spends too much time with Luc. It’s gonna make him goofy," the child stated, crossing his little arms.
"They grow up and leave the nest." He deadpanned with a smile. He reached over and gently ruffled his brother’s hair.
"Well that is a different story, it was somethin’ before ya and Jezzie was born and I was little—- But the way that is was told to me there was a great fight between Heaven and Hell..
During the fight there were angels like my mum was— They kept the books of everyone’s lives and helped to take care of the little featherbutts..
My mum and Coy— think that one of them was tryin’ to get Na somewhere safe— But never quite made it. “
"Coy took care of Na ‘til he came here— Not sure if ya ever got told that story ta be honest."
"Since Jezzie fell asleep and ya seem the sort that needs a tale ta help ya off ta bed ‘m gonna tell the one that my mum told me when I was younger than ya… Ya always seem ta like ta know the stories of how some of the people ended here.
There once was a grumpy old Coyote that roamed the land, eyes of grey and a coat that matched. He was a tired old soul and not always too nice.” Con looked to the doorway to see Coy in the distance narrowing his eyes at the tale.
"—See Coyote was sour because all his ducks wandered away..- So think Lucky when Falcor is missin’.. Well one day Coyote was sniffin’ around his land when he swore that he smelt a ducklin’. The old man hopped and bounced all around the place happy as can be. But what he thought was duck was somethin’ that he didn’t expect— Ya know Na? The little butthead with wings? That’s who the old trickster found wondering around lost. "
Con looked back to see Coy’s eyes narrow into slits and he laughed.
"Coyote had a soft spot for lost little birds and this angel was no exception. He raised it as his own. —- Ever notice how much Na is like Coy?—"