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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-12-04 01:16 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-12-04 01:16 pm
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A drabble at long last... Crappy, but yeah...
Title: Children's Lessons
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Caesar, Julia, Apple, and Albert Silverberg
Prompt: Parents
Word Count: 679
Rating: 11+
Author's Notes: Can't think of anything...
Started: 11:40 AM
Finished: 1:08 PM
"Rain, rain, don't go away..."
He hummed and watched the rain fall, tossing his head back and giggling as his thick, soaked hair sent water flying everywhere. Spying a nearby puddle, the little boy hopped in preparation and leapt in without hesitation.
"Albie, will you come inside already? You're a mess!"
The three-year-old tilted his head to look at his sister, frowning petulantly. "I don't wanna!"
"Daddy, Albie's got his clothes all dirty! Again!"
"Tattletale! Tattletale!" The redhead charged towards where his older sister was standing on the porch, yelping when the backdoors were slammed in his face. He pounded on the double doors, huffing angrily.
That anger immediately died when the double doors reopened with his father on the other side.
Caesar Silverberg raised a brow at his young son, folding his arms as he looked down at the drenched child. "So."
Albert looked down at his shoes, biting on his lower lip as he tried not to cry. His father was not exactly mean when it came to punishment, but he knew there was a punishment coming... He mustered up a half-hearted glare at the ground, thinking about his tattling sister.
Caesar, on the other hand, looked notably thoughtful as he spoke. "You knew we were having visitors over today, didn't you?" Albert hesitantly nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. "Since you decided to get your nice clothes all muddy, you have to greet our guests in those clothes."
The boy blinked rapidly and nodded again, unsure whether to speak or not. Noticing his wife climbing down the stairs, Caesar cleared his throat noisily in dismissal. Albert tore into the house, past his parents, and towards the bathroom--sniffling all the while.
Julia sighed and looked at the new shoeprints on the carpet. "That's the third time in two weeks. I'm amazed he hasn't caught a cold yet."
"Eh, I keep an eye on him." Caesar smiled and kissed his wife's cheek, noticing a flash of auburn hair out of the corner of his eye. "Apple, back here. Now."
Apple winced at her father's tone, slowly walking back to her parents with a worried expression. "Am I in trouble?" she asked anxiously.
"You're supposed to be keeping an eye on your brother," Caesar chided, crouching to eye level with his older child. "Why did you wait until he got his clothes dirty before you called for me?"
Apple shifted back and forth, green eyes nervously glancing upward every few moments. "Um, I kinda wanted him to get in trouble?" she answered sheepishly.
Caesar shook his head despite his own amusement; he recalled trying to do similar things to his own brother around that age--with varying results. "You need to watch out for him; he's your brother, you know. What if something happened to him out there?"
"I'd get in trouble?" Apple sighed, clenching her hands together behind her back.
What is it with kids and getting in trouble? Caesar thought to himself, all the while shaking his head. "You'd feel bad that you stood there and let him get hurt when you could've stopped it," he explained, his tone gentler than it had been earlier. "Do you want him to get hurt?"
Apple made a face, but shook her head.
"All right. So I want you to go get Al out of the bathroom. He's probably having himself a good cry right now."
"I don't wanna get my clothes all dirty, though... Master Tir's gonna bring presents!"
"Well, Master Tir can give you presents even if you're dirty. I'm not letting you talk to Master Tir if you don't help Al clean up before dinner."
With a pout of resignation, Apple hurried in the direction her brother had ran off in, leaving the two older Silverbergs to the dirtied carpet. "Whatever happened to Albie's punishment?" Julia laughed.
Caesar raked a hand through his thick hair, unable to hide his own chagrin. "Gremio's gonna have a fit as it is with these shoeprints ... what'll he think if we've got a drenched and muddy kid opening the door?"
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Caesar, Julia, Apple, and Albert Silverberg
Prompt: Parents
Word Count: 679
Rating: 11+
Author's Notes: Can't think of anything...
Started: 11:40 AM
Finished: 1:08 PM
"Rain, rain, don't go away..."
He hummed and watched the rain fall, tossing his head back and giggling as his thick, soaked hair sent water flying everywhere. Spying a nearby puddle, the little boy hopped in preparation and leapt in without hesitation.
"Albie, will you come inside already? You're a mess!"
The three-year-old tilted his head to look at his sister, frowning petulantly. "I don't wanna!"
"Daddy, Albie's got his clothes all dirty! Again!"
"Tattletale! Tattletale!" The redhead charged towards where his older sister was standing on the porch, yelping when the backdoors were slammed in his face. He pounded on the double doors, huffing angrily.
That anger immediately died when the double doors reopened with his father on the other side.
Caesar Silverberg raised a brow at his young son, folding his arms as he looked down at the drenched child. "So."
Albert looked down at his shoes, biting on his lower lip as he tried not to cry. His father was not exactly mean when it came to punishment, but he knew there was a punishment coming... He mustered up a half-hearted glare at the ground, thinking about his tattling sister.
Caesar, on the other hand, looked notably thoughtful as he spoke. "You knew we were having visitors over today, didn't you?" Albert hesitantly nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. "Since you decided to get your nice clothes all muddy, you have to greet our guests in those clothes."
The boy blinked rapidly and nodded again, unsure whether to speak or not. Noticing his wife climbing down the stairs, Caesar cleared his throat noisily in dismissal. Albert tore into the house, past his parents, and towards the bathroom--sniffling all the while.
Julia sighed and looked at the new shoeprints on the carpet. "That's the third time in two weeks. I'm amazed he hasn't caught a cold yet."
"Eh, I keep an eye on him." Caesar smiled and kissed his wife's cheek, noticing a flash of auburn hair out of the corner of his eye. "Apple, back here. Now."
Apple winced at her father's tone, slowly walking back to her parents with a worried expression. "Am I in trouble?" she asked anxiously.
"You're supposed to be keeping an eye on your brother," Caesar chided, crouching to eye level with his older child. "Why did you wait until he got his clothes dirty before you called for me?"
Apple shifted back and forth, green eyes nervously glancing upward every few moments. "Um, I kinda wanted him to get in trouble?" she answered sheepishly.
Caesar shook his head despite his own amusement; he recalled trying to do similar things to his own brother around that age--with varying results. "You need to watch out for him; he's your brother, you know. What if something happened to him out there?"
"I'd get in trouble?" Apple sighed, clenching her hands together behind her back.
What is it with kids and getting in trouble? Caesar thought to himself, all the while shaking his head. "You'd feel bad that you stood there and let him get hurt when you could've stopped it," he explained, his tone gentler than it had been earlier. "Do you want him to get hurt?"
Apple made a face, but shook her head.
"All right. So I want you to go get Al out of the bathroom. He's probably having himself a good cry right now."
"I don't wanna get my clothes all dirty, though... Master Tir's gonna bring presents!"
"Well, Master Tir can give you presents even if you're dirty. I'm not letting you talk to Master Tir if you don't help Al clean up before dinner."
With a pout of resignation, Apple hurried in the direction her brother had ran off in, leaving the two older Silverbergs to the dirtied carpet. "Whatever happened to Albie's punishment?" Julia laughed.
Caesar raked a hand through his thick hair, unable to hide his own chagrin. "Gremio's gonna have a fit as it is with these shoeprints ... what'll he think if we've got a drenched and muddy kid opening the door?"