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everlastingsoul) wrote2005-11-29 01:42 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2005-11-29 01:42 am
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Another drabble in the dead of night...
Nothing much to say, life-wise. I've got crap to do before finals, and I have some pretty crappy group members that I have to do a poster and presentation with. -_- Dammit, you two, CARE ABOUT THE BLOODY PROJECT OR I WILL ASK THE PROF TO KICK YOU OFF MY GROUP. >_<
... Okay, I'm calm now.
Wrote this in a flurry of ... dialogue-y inspiration. Suikoden world, of course. Pre-Toran Liberation War.
Title: Those That Were Deserted
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Odessa and George Silverberg
Prompt: Family
Word Count: 647
Rating: Nothing particularly violent, so 12+?
Author's Notes: I’m starting to like my George personality. I’m glad he’s shaping up the way he is. Um, what else? I’ve never written Odessa before, so I’m unsure of her characterization. And this is the fastest ficlet I’ve written in a long, long time.
Started: November 28, 2005 (11:21 P.M.)
Finished: November 29, 2005 (1:32 A.M. … Wow.)
“No. No, Odessa, I won’t have any part of it. It’s ridiculous.”
It took all of Odessa’s restraint to not slam her fists on the tabletop as she stood, her eyes ablaze as she looked at the older man in frustration. “How can you sit there so calmly, cousin? They killed Achilles!”
“And I am sorry for your loss, Odessa, but that does not condone these thoughts of rebellion.” George Silverberg, normally good-natured and casual, looked at his younger cousin with great intensity. “And why did you come to me? Surely you haven’t forgotten that I am a strategist for the Empire.”
Odessa looked away, focusing her glower on the curtains. George had drawn the curtains shut upon realizing his evening visitor was none other than his notorious cousin. “I have to exhaust all my options… Mathiu won’t have anything to do with the rebellion.” The bitterness towards her reclusive brother was evident in her voice. “I cannot just sit in the dark, George! I’ve been doing that for far too long, without realizing just how corrupt the Empire is…”
“Odessa.” George frowned and gestured to the chair Odessa had just unoccupied. He did not speak until she had (grudgingly) reseated herself. “You have already tarnished the Silverberg name with this … escapade in the palace. While you were trekking about with these rebel ‘friends’ of yours, who do you think has been trying to excuse your actions?”
“I never asked you to excuse my actions! This is my life, George, and I can take care of myself. If the Empire wanted to persecute me, you should not have intervened!” She clenched her jaw firmly as she continued. “I am asking you to join me. Can’t you see that the Empire is slowly going to hell?”
George regarded his cousin for a long moment, his hands steepled as he rested his elbows on the table. “Unlike certain members of our family, I’m not so quick to wash my hands of my relatives.” He gave Odessa a look that made her instantly regret her remark; because both had been deserted by their own blood due to the last war, the two had a shared attitude towards their relatives. “And this isn’t a matter of what I can and can’t see. I have obligations, Odessa; obligations more important to me than your rebellion … or the Empire.”
The tense silence that followed did not last long; the wail of an upset baby echoed from the kitchen to George’s study. Odessa lowered her gaze, her anger diminishing as she slowly realized just what her cousin was referring to.
“… How old is he now?”
“Seven months last week.” George’s voice softened at the quiet question.
“He has quite a set of lungs.”
A dry chuckle. “He gets it from his mother’s side.”
There was a deliberate pause as Odessa reconsidered her goals in coming to her cousin’s house. She met his gaze resolutely. “There will be violence, cousin.”
“I know… Elisa and I have been planning a visit to the Kooluk and the Island Nations. We have a house in Merseto and a cottage on Na-Nal.”
“You never struck me as much of a traveler, George.”
The faintest of smiles graced the older man’s face. “It will be a good experience. Besides, the constant traveling will make it harder for Emperor Barbarossa to get hold of me.”
“… Thus robbing the Empire of one of its top strategists.” Odessa sighed in wonderment at her cousin. “Thank you.”
George shook his head, finally lowering his hands and folding them. “I will not do anything for you, Odessa. This is for my wife and son’s sake.”
Odessa smiled sadly at the son of Leon, her respect for him restored. “Then … thank you for not being like the rest of our family.”
He nodded deliberately, his expression matching that of his younger cousin.
... Okay, I'm calm now.
Wrote this in a flurry of ... dialogue-y inspiration. Suikoden world, of course. Pre-Toran Liberation War.
Title: Those That Were Deserted
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Odessa and George Silverberg
Prompt: Family
Word Count: 647
Rating: Nothing particularly violent, so 12+?
Author's Notes: I’m starting to like my George personality. I’m glad he’s shaping up the way he is. Um, what else? I’ve never written Odessa before, so I’m unsure of her characterization. And this is the fastest ficlet I’ve written in a long, long time.
Started: November 28, 2005 (11:21 P.M.)
Finished: November 29, 2005 (1:32 A.M. … Wow.)
“No. No, Odessa, I won’t have any part of it. It’s ridiculous.”
It took all of Odessa’s restraint to not slam her fists on the tabletop as she stood, her eyes ablaze as she looked at the older man in frustration. “How can you sit there so calmly, cousin? They killed Achilles!”
“And I am sorry for your loss, Odessa, but that does not condone these thoughts of rebellion.” George Silverberg, normally good-natured and casual, looked at his younger cousin with great intensity. “And why did you come to me? Surely you haven’t forgotten that I am a strategist for the Empire.”
Odessa looked away, focusing her glower on the curtains. George had drawn the curtains shut upon realizing his evening visitor was none other than his notorious cousin. “I have to exhaust all my options… Mathiu won’t have anything to do with the rebellion.” The bitterness towards her reclusive brother was evident in her voice. “I cannot just sit in the dark, George! I’ve been doing that for far too long, without realizing just how corrupt the Empire is…”
“Odessa.” George frowned and gestured to the chair Odessa had just unoccupied. He did not speak until she had (grudgingly) reseated herself. “You have already tarnished the Silverberg name with this … escapade in the palace. While you were trekking about with these rebel ‘friends’ of yours, who do you think has been trying to excuse your actions?”
“I never asked you to excuse my actions! This is my life, George, and I can take care of myself. If the Empire wanted to persecute me, you should not have intervened!” She clenched her jaw firmly as she continued. “I am asking you to join me. Can’t you see that the Empire is slowly going to hell?”
George regarded his cousin for a long moment, his hands steepled as he rested his elbows on the table. “Unlike certain members of our family, I’m not so quick to wash my hands of my relatives.” He gave Odessa a look that made her instantly regret her remark; because both had been deserted by their own blood due to the last war, the two had a shared attitude towards their relatives. “And this isn’t a matter of what I can and can’t see. I have obligations, Odessa; obligations more important to me than your rebellion … or the Empire.”
The tense silence that followed did not last long; the wail of an upset baby echoed from the kitchen to George’s study. Odessa lowered her gaze, her anger diminishing as she slowly realized just what her cousin was referring to.
“… How old is he now?”
“Seven months last week.” George’s voice softened at the quiet question.
“He has quite a set of lungs.”
A dry chuckle. “He gets it from his mother’s side.”
There was a deliberate pause as Odessa reconsidered her goals in coming to her cousin’s house. She met his gaze resolutely. “There will be violence, cousin.”
“I know… Elisa and I have been planning a visit to the Kooluk and the Island Nations. We have a house in Merseto and a cottage on Na-Nal.”
“You never struck me as much of a traveler, George.”
The faintest of smiles graced the older man’s face. “It will be a good experience. Besides, the constant traveling will make it harder for Emperor Barbarossa to get hold of me.”
“… Thus robbing the Empire of one of its top strategists.” Odessa sighed in wonderment at her cousin. “Thank you.”
George shook his head, finally lowering his hands and folding them. “I will not do anything for you, Odessa. This is for my wife and son’s sake.”
Odessa smiled sadly at the son of Leon, her respect for him restored. “Then … thank you for not being like the rest of our family.”
He nodded deliberately, his expression matching that of his younger cousin.
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Hmm... And the suggestion is noted. ^^ *goes to edit*