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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-02-02 02:05 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-02-02 02:05 am
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Short Suikoden drabble
For the 27 True Runes theme challenge on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
108_sugarcubes. I should note that this drabble, along with all the drabbles I'll be writing for this theme set, take place in the timeframe of Journeymen's Survival.
Title: Night
Fandom: Suikoden // Journeymen's Survival universe
Characters: Read and find out
Prompt: No. 6 - Night
Word Count: 379
Rating: 13+ for cursing, death, and such
Author's Notes: I use “he” quite loosely here.
Started: February 2, 2006
Finished: February 2, 2006
“Night”
He had missed this.
His voice resounded over the din of battle, an aggravated roar that was both familiar and not. He had not had reason to complain about his handling for a number of decades, as his bearers had been fairly courteous or not even worth speaking to. And in the confinement of that godforsaken museum, he had slept for countless years before being carried out by a True Rune bearer.
He had not expected to see this giant brute of a man around, four hundred years gone without so much as goodbye. There had been a gruff trading of words before he had been handed off like a trinket to a boy of similar tragedy, but not a goodbye.
He had been angry, of course. He had seen that oaf through two wars, yelling and sniping at him every step of the way, with only one goal—to see the Blue Moon restored to a passive bearer. There had been no thought of what would come afterwards; after all, he lived to strike down the creatures of the night, and if the Blue Moon was not a threat, he could rest. Simple as it was, it was his existence, and he had no problem with it.
What he did have a problem with, though, was being swung around like a cheap weapon in the hands of a berserker.
“You idiot! Behind you!! What the hell do you think you’re doing, leaving your back wide open!?”
His grousing always managed to irritate the mortal, but every word was weighed carefully and heeded when necessary. Despite their quarreling, they managed to get along well enough, and there had been a grudging respect last he remembered. Sad as it was, the loud and boisterous bastard left more of an impression upon him than those that followed his orders loyally and without question.
Perhaps there was a reason that they had been reunited, four hundred years later. Centuries after the end of Solis, centuries into the age of Lunae. Perhaps it was simply Destiny giving him reason to laugh once more.
Whatever the reason, he had no qualms with this man being his bearer once again.
He could not think of any other person he would want to greet the end of the world with.
108_sugarcubes. I should note that this drabble, along with all the drabbles I'll be writing for this theme set, take place in the timeframe of Journeymen's Survival.Title: Night
Fandom: Suikoden // Journeymen's Survival universe
Characters: Read and find out
Prompt: No. 6 - Night
Word Count: 379
Rating: 13+ for cursing, death, and such
Author's Notes: I use “he” quite loosely here.
Started: February 2, 2006
Finished: February 2, 2006
He had missed this.
His voice resounded over the din of battle, an aggravated roar that was both familiar and not. He had not had reason to complain about his handling for a number of decades, as his bearers had been fairly courteous or not even worth speaking to. And in the confinement of that godforsaken museum, he had slept for countless years before being carried out by a True Rune bearer.
He had not expected to see this giant brute of a man around, four hundred years gone without so much as goodbye. There had been a gruff trading of words before he had been handed off like a trinket to a boy of similar tragedy, but not a goodbye.
He had been angry, of course. He had seen that oaf through two wars, yelling and sniping at him every step of the way, with only one goal—to see the Blue Moon restored to a passive bearer. There had been no thought of what would come afterwards; after all, he lived to strike down the creatures of the night, and if the Blue Moon was not a threat, he could rest. Simple as it was, it was his existence, and he had no problem with it.
What he did have a problem with, though, was being swung around like a cheap weapon in the hands of a berserker.
“You idiot! Behind you!! What the hell do you think you’re doing, leaving your back wide open!?”
His grousing always managed to irritate the mortal, but every word was weighed carefully and heeded when necessary. Despite their quarreling, they managed to get along well enough, and there had been a grudging respect last he remembered. Sad as it was, the loud and boisterous bastard left more of an impression upon him than those that followed his orders loyally and without question.
Perhaps there was a reason that they had been reunited, four hundred years later. Centuries after the end of Solis, centuries into the age of Lunae. Perhaps it was simply Destiny giving him reason to laugh once more.
Whatever the reason, he had no qualms with this man being his bearer once again.
He could not think of any other person he would want to greet the end of the world with.