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everlastingsoul) wrote2005-12-21 04:59 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2005-12-21 04:59 am
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... I'm tired.
This doesn't even make much sense, I think. I had Mathiu in my head though ... and he wanted to get out.
Title: Moments
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Mathiu Silverberg, Shu, and Apple
Prompt: Moments
Word Count: 479
Rating: No warnings
Author's Notes: Story takes place in IS 451, three years after the Kalekka Incident. Mathiu is 26, Shu is 16, Apple is 9. Liberties, of course, taken for fanfic... ... I'm tired.
Started: December 21, 2005 (Midnight, about?)
Finished: December 21, 2005 (4 AM)
The fire was slowly dying.
He clasped his hands together and watched the dimming firelight, silent. The chill that had fallen over the quiet village would have normally yielded ice, but the nearby body of water took the edge off of the weather. Still, it was colder than usual, and the hearth was all that provided the small cottage with adequate warmth.
“Where do you want the firewood, Master Mathiu?”
Tilting his head up, Mathiu looked to the eldest of his students, smiling slightly at the sight of his long, disheveled hair -- no doubt the boy had had trouble splitting the firewood he had requested. “Under the table is fine, Shu. Thank you.”
As Shu nodded and walked out of sight to deposit the wood, Mathiu’s attention flitted to the other occupant of the cottage. Lying on top of a splayed wool blanket with a short stack of books beside her, the youngest of his students read by the dimming firelight. She indecisively flipped between pages, more than likely looking back for references to a theory she had just come across.
Despite the fact that he was neither married or an animal person, Mathiu did not live alone. Shu and Apple had lived with him for two years now after coming to Seika to attend his school. They had originally bunked with villagers that could volunteer rooms for the children, but that agreement quickly dissolved when Shu began quarreling with the innkeeper’s son over improperly counted money. To save Shu from future headaches, Mathiu set him up with a room in his own home. Apple followed soon after; the clever young girl somehow managed to persuade her caretakers that boarding with her teacher was more beneficial than not.
Shu knelt by the hearth to feed the fire, tossing some gathered branches on top of the smoldering log before glancing at his peer. “Keep reading in this light and you’ll go blind,” he warned crisply, only half jokingly.
Apple adjusted her glasses as she shyly looked at the older boy, quickly looking away when she realized his eyes were on her. “I'll stop after this chapter,” she murmured, her voice barely heard over the crackle of the fireplace.
Mathiu watched the two wistfully as Shu shuffled across the floor to sit on top of Apple’s blanket. Once there, the teenager retrieved his own book from the stacked texts and opened up to his bookmarked page. Encouraged by Shu’s actions, Apple went back to reading wholeheartedly.
The two children, as different as night and day and a good seven years apart, sat together in companionable silence. These were the moments where personality, age, and past lost all meaning -- where anything outside of the warm little home was forgotten.
Those moments were all that Mathiu Silverberg lived for now.
No more war, no more politics … no more dead bodies.
Title: Moments
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Mathiu Silverberg, Shu, and Apple
Prompt: Moments
Word Count: 479
Rating: No warnings
Author's Notes: Story takes place in IS 451, three years after the Kalekka Incident. Mathiu is 26, Shu is 16, Apple is 9. Liberties, of course, taken for fanfic... ... I'm tired.
Started: December 21, 2005 (Midnight, about?)
Finished: December 21, 2005 (4 AM)
The fire was slowly dying.
He clasped his hands together and watched the dimming firelight, silent. The chill that had fallen over the quiet village would have normally yielded ice, but the nearby body of water took the edge off of the weather. Still, it was colder than usual, and the hearth was all that provided the small cottage with adequate warmth.
“Where do you want the firewood, Master Mathiu?”
Tilting his head up, Mathiu looked to the eldest of his students, smiling slightly at the sight of his long, disheveled hair -- no doubt the boy had had trouble splitting the firewood he had requested. “Under the table is fine, Shu. Thank you.”
As Shu nodded and walked out of sight to deposit the wood, Mathiu’s attention flitted to the other occupant of the cottage. Lying on top of a splayed wool blanket with a short stack of books beside her, the youngest of his students read by the dimming firelight. She indecisively flipped between pages, more than likely looking back for references to a theory she had just come across.
Despite the fact that he was neither married or an animal person, Mathiu did not live alone. Shu and Apple had lived with him for two years now after coming to Seika to attend his school. They had originally bunked with villagers that could volunteer rooms for the children, but that agreement quickly dissolved when Shu began quarreling with the innkeeper’s son over improperly counted money. To save Shu from future headaches, Mathiu set him up with a room in his own home. Apple followed soon after; the clever young girl somehow managed to persuade her caretakers that boarding with her teacher was more beneficial than not.
Shu knelt by the hearth to feed the fire, tossing some gathered branches on top of the smoldering log before glancing at his peer. “Keep reading in this light and you’ll go blind,” he warned crisply, only half jokingly.
Apple adjusted her glasses as she shyly looked at the older boy, quickly looking away when she realized his eyes were on her. “I'll stop after this chapter,” she murmured, her voice barely heard over the crackle of the fireplace.
Mathiu watched the two wistfully as Shu shuffled across the floor to sit on top of Apple’s blanket. Once there, the teenager retrieved his own book from the stacked texts and opened up to his bookmarked page. Encouraged by Shu’s actions, Apple went back to reading wholeheartedly.
The two children, as different as night and day and a good seven years apart, sat together in companionable silence. These were the moments where personality, age, and past lost all meaning -- where anything outside of the warm little home was forgotten.
Those moments were all that Mathiu Silverberg lived for now.
No more war, no more politics … no more dead bodies.