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everlastingsoul) wrote2008-02-13 04:35 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2008-02-13 04:35 am
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...Ugh.
Not doing this again. Next time I think about swearing to myself that I'm not going to sleep until I finish a ficlet ... just don't. Damn, it's so early.
Title: Alone in the World
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Lucifer Azra and Vesper Malus Silverberg (original characters)
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 229
Rating: 13+
Author's Notes: Lucifer and Malus are about 14 years old here, putting the timeline at about IS 492.
Started: June 3, 2006 (Revisited/Rewritten: February 13, 2008)
Finished: February 13, 2008
His hair was a bright, unforgiving red. It earned him strange looks in his homeland of Nagarea. Little children would point and gleefully tell their parents he was a foreigner, as if being a foreigner warranted their need to treat him like a sideshow.
He loathed it.
His brother, on the other hand, reveled in the attention. He was an odd sort, laughing with his eyes full of lies as he put on a fake accent and entertained the children in the marketplace. Of course, there was a method to his madness; the children would drag their parents to their small stand, where in turn he would persuade them to pick up a few trinkets.
“You could help out and stop being such a sourpuss, Luc.”
“Someday you’re going to get yourself in trouble with all of these games, Mal, and I won’t be here to bail you out.”
His brother would just roll his eyes, turning that empty smile of his out to the passing vendors and potential customers. Even with his face turned away, it was clear where his focus really was.
“What are you talking about? We’re all we’ve got in this world. You’re not going anywhere.”
He hated the confident tone that his twin would adopt when this topic would come up. He especially hated the fact that it was true.
And he was never allowed to forget it.
Title: His Brother’s Sons
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Caesar and Lucifer Silverberg (mentioning of Albert, George, Leon, and Malus)
Prompt: Sunset
Word Count: 417
Rating: 14+
Author's Notes: The year is IS 496. Caesar is 38 and Lucifer (and Malus) is 18.
Started: January 30, 2008
Finished: February 13, 2008
Sometimes he tries to convince himself that he doesn't actually care.
But he always fails, because the numbness scares him. Reminds him of everything he hated in his brother.
He really only has his memory to go by; his nephews are far and away from anything their father had been. Malus was cunning and a gifted liar -- not in the way Albert had been, calm and rooted in logic, but long-winded and imaginative. He was also an unapologetic thief, and only seemed to keep out of those habits around Gregminster out of some familial respect. On the other hand, Lucifer was dark and intense; nothing like his father with his icy resolve. It was obvious he was less confident with his pursuits than Malus, sometimes brooding and expressing his displeasure with the younger’s attitude. He could sense resentment towards their homeland in Lucifer, which spoke towards his unknown experiences in Nagarea.
The country did not sound kind at all. He wondered why Malus would want to go back to that kind of alienation.
“Your sons are quite something,” he muttered, setting the flowers in front of the headstone. His grandfather, mother, two cousins, and brother shared the most recent section of the Silverberg plot, though there were only three bodies among them.
His father had called for the headstone to be made despite his own complaints; Albert would have a grave somewhere else in the world, he argued, and he didn't need two graves. George was adamant though, and despite his initial hesitance, Caesar eventually realized that the object was more for emotional closure than anything else. It gave him a physical place to mourn, and a reason to get out of the manor. He had brought his children to speak of the relatives they had never met, but the words seemed to ring hollow in their young minds. Albert expressed fleeting curiosity towards his namesake, but that was it.
Someday they would learn of their ideals and mistakes. That was, unfortunately, the only way the dead would shape their lives.
Lucifer and Malus, both old enough to understand the Silverberg heritage, seemed disinterested in their father's family's occupation. Malus had already proclaimed his interest in becoming a businessman, much to Lucifer's distaste. From what Caesar knew of Lucifer's own feelings (the boy did not confide in his uncle, but instead in his grandfather), he had always followed after his younger twin to keep an eye on him, and was beginning to understand that he had to pave his own path sometime.
“The boy is sharp, but incredibly lost,” his father had said before leaving for Moravia Castle. “He might be interested in learning the family trade if the patriarch speaks to him about it.”
“...You're not even here to father your own children,” he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring at the engraved letters on the stone. It was supposed to be Albert’s duty to see his children through school; neither of the twins had formal education, but had learned everything from their own reading and exploring. “I'll do a better job than you could. Than you can.”
He lapsed into silence, watching the autumn breeze stir the flowers he had just set down. He would have to take Lucifer aside and ask him if he wanted to stay in Toran -- in Gregminster, with them. Slowly stepping away and turning, Caesar departed the graveyard and headed home.
Or he would have, if he had not seen a ghost standing against the setting sun.
“Uncle.”
…Well, not really.
The twins looked startlingly like their father; Caesar actually made a dry joke to Julia about Albert having children with himself, which earned him a stifled laugh and halfhearted reprimand. They had notably lighter eyes than what either Caesar or Albert, likely from their mother.
He would have to ask his father if either of the twins had told mentioned their mother; he was not kept informed of what the young men mentioned one way or another.
“Is there something on your mind, Lucifer?” Other than the distinct differences in demeanor and clothing style, it was easy to tell the twins apart by the opposite ear piercings they had.
“Uncle, I want to be a strategist. Like my father was.”
Caesar glanced skyward and the fiery colors spreading above. He had a feeling that somewhere, his departed family was quietly amused at the situation. Grandfather Leon especially.
“…Let’s talk on the way back. We have a lot to discuss.”
I hope you’re watching, Albert. Despite your failings, one of your sons has made his way home.
I hope you’re proud of him.
Title: Alone in the World
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Lucifer Azra and Vesper Malus Silverberg (original characters)
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 229
Rating: 13+
Author's Notes: Lucifer and Malus are about 14 years old here, putting the timeline at about IS 492.
Started: June 3, 2006 (Revisited/Rewritten: February 13, 2008)
Finished: February 13, 2008
His hair was a bright, unforgiving red. It earned him strange looks in his homeland of Nagarea. Little children would point and gleefully tell their parents he was a foreigner, as if being a foreigner warranted their need to treat him like a sideshow.
He loathed it.
His brother, on the other hand, reveled in the attention. He was an odd sort, laughing with his eyes full of lies as he put on a fake accent and entertained the children in the marketplace. Of course, there was a method to his madness; the children would drag their parents to their small stand, where in turn he would persuade them to pick up a few trinkets.
“You could help out and stop being such a sourpuss, Luc.”
“Someday you’re going to get yourself in trouble with all of these games, Mal, and I won’t be here to bail you out.”
His brother would just roll his eyes, turning that empty smile of his out to the passing vendors and potential customers. Even with his face turned away, it was clear where his focus really was.
“What are you talking about? We’re all we’ve got in this world. You’re not going anywhere.”
He hated the confident tone that his twin would adopt when this topic would come up. He especially hated the fact that it was true.
And he was never allowed to forget it.
Title: His Brother’s Sons
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Caesar and Lucifer Silverberg (mentioning of Albert, George, Leon, and Malus)
Prompt: Sunset
Word Count: 417
Rating: 14+
Author's Notes: The year is IS 496. Caesar is 38 and Lucifer (and Malus) is 18.
Started: January 30, 2008
Finished: February 13, 2008
Sometimes he tries to convince himself that he doesn't actually care.
But he always fails, because the numbness scares him. Reminds him of everything he hated in his brother.
He really only has his memory to go by; his nephews are far and away from anything their father had been. Malus was cunning and a gifted liar -- not in the way Albert had been, calm and rooted in logic, but long-winded and imaginative. He was also an unapologetic thief, and only seemed to keep out of those habits around Gregminster out of some familial respect. On the other hand, Lucifer was dark and intense; nothing like his father with his icy resolve. It was obvious he was less confident with his pursuits than Malus, sometimes brooding and expressing his displeasure with the younger’s attitude. He could sense resentment towards their homeland in Lucifer, which spoke towards his unknown experiences in Nagarea.
The country did not sound kind at all. He wondered why Malus would want to go back to that kind of alienation.
“Your sons are quite something,” he muttered, setting the flowers in front of the headstone. His grandfather, mother, two cousins, and brother shared the most recent section of the Silverberg plot, though there were only three bodies among them.
His father had called for the headstone to be made despite his own complaints; Albert would have a grave somewhere else in the world, he argued, and he didn't need two graves. George was adamant though, and despite his initial hesitance, Caesar eventually realized that the object was more for emotional closure than anything else. It gave him a physical place to mourn, and a reason to get out of the manor. He had brought his children to speak of the relatives they had never met, but the words seemed to ring hollow in their young minds. Albert expressed fleeting curiosity towards his namesake, but that was it.
Someday they would learn of their ideals and mistakes. That was, unfortunately, the only way the dead would shape their lives.
Lucifer and Malus, both old enough to understand the Silverberg heritage, seemed disinterested in their father's family's occupation. Malus had already proclaimed his interest in becoming a businessman, much to Lucifer's distaste. From what Caesar knew of Lucifer's own feelings (the boy did not confide in his uncle, but instead in his grandfather), he had always followed after his younger twin to keep an eye on him, and was beginning to understand that he had to pave his own path sometime.
“The boy is sharp, but incredibly lost,” his father had said before leaving for Moravia Castle. “He might be interested in learning the family trade if the patriarch speaks to him about it.”
“...You're not even here to father your own children,” he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring at the engraved letters on the stone. It was supposed to be Albert’s duty to see his children through school; neither of the twins had formal education, but had learned everything from their own reading and exploring. “I'll do a better job than you could. Than you can.”
He lapsed into silence, watching the autumn breeze stir the flowers he had just set down. He would have to take Lucifer aside and ask him if he wanted to stay in Toran -- in Gregminster, with them. Slowly stepping away and turning, Caesar departed the graveyard and headed home.
Or he would have, if he had not seen a ghost standing against the setting sun.
“Uncle.”
…Well, not really.
The twins looked startlingly like their father; Caesar actually made a dry joke to Julia about Albert having children with himself, which earned him a stifled laugh and halfhearted reprimand. They had notably lighter eyes than what either Caesar or Albert, likely from their mother.
He would have to ask his father if either of the twins had told mentioned their mother; he was not kept informed of what the young men mentioned one way or another.
“Is there something on your mind, Lucifer?” Other than the distinct differences in demeanor and clothing style, it was easy to tell the twins apart by the opposite ear piercings they had.
“Uncle, I want to be a strategist. Like my father was.”
Caesar glanced skyward and the fiery colors spreading above. He had a feeling that somewhere, his departed family was quietly amused at the situation. Grandfather Leon especially.
“…Let’s talk on the way back. We have a lot to discuss.”
I hope you’re watching, Albert. Despite your failings, one of your sons has made his way home.
I hope you’re proud of him.