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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-02-08 08:27 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-02-08 08:27 pm
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Another True Rune drabble
Title: Life and Death
Fandom: Suikoden // Journeymen's Survival universe
Characters: Read and find out
Prompt: 1 - Life and Death (Soul Eater)
Word Count: 565
Rating: 13+ for mentionings of death
Author's Notes: Had trouble with this one... I think Soul Eater in general makes my heart ache.
Started: February 6, 2006
Finished: February 8, 2006
“Life and Death”
Young Master, I’m still looking for you.
It has been weeks now and I have seen much of this strange new land … and yet I cannot find any mentioning of you. I suppose it is unrealistic to believe you would have stayed around here… After all, the True Runes are being sought out by anyone that knows of them.
I do not know what to think of all of this. I do not want to believe that this is a world that has already seen the end, and that we, people of another time, were resurrected for the selfish desires of others. Master Mathiu was very cynical about that; he had seen more of this world than any of us, so I suppose he had reason to be.
We met a boy while we were exploring the ‘metropolis’ called Varius. He could not have been more than a few years older than you, Young Master, but his eyes were so weary of the world. He looked as if he had lived through the Cataclysm—the falling of the Holy Kingdom—and knew far too much to keep on going in this ‘Lunae.’ It appeared that Seed knew him, at least in passing; they spoke for some time before he left a curious sword in our possession and departed.
Viktor seems to know the strange sword. It speaks (quite rudely, I must add), and claims itself to be a True Rune; I remain skeptical, as I have not seen anything resembling a True Rune since I was at your side. Then again, I have not seen a talking sword either, so it is possible…
The more we travel, the more aware I become of just how much time has passed. Four hundred years is a terribly long time, and I am beginning to lose hope that I will see you alive and well. Even Ted held onto this mortal coil for three hundred years; am I crazy to hope that you have outlasted Soul Eater’s last bearer?
I do not know anymore. I am able to lose myself in caring for Master Shu and keeping the camp in order during the sunless hours, but there are those moments before falling asleep that I cannot help but think about you. I hope that you are alive and eating well, and sleeping well, and making sure to wash your clothes accordingly…
Then again, you will be over 400 years old now, so I imagine you will be able to teach me a thing or two about cleaning and cooking…
I try to imagine what you will be like now, Young Master, and I find it difficult. I always think of you as that little boy who cried when he fell down, who laughed as he startled me by tugging on my ponytail, who practiced so hard to please his father… Perhaps that is why I always believed you would turn away from the Odessa’s legacy; I am so entrenched in your past that I cannot see your future. I cannot see you as an adult, with your own family and children, or governing the ‘Toran Republic,’ or taking up your staff for one last battle against those that seek your True Rune.
Perhaps that is for the best.
Because there is nothing that would break my heart more than to have to lay flowers on your grave.
Fandom: Suikoden // Journeymen's Survival universe
Characters: Read and find out
Prompt: 1 - Life and Death (Soul Eater)
Word Count: 565
Rating: 13+ for mentionings of death
Author's Notes: Had trouble with this one... I think Soul Eater in general makes my heart ache.
Started: February 6, 2006
Finished: February 8, 2006
Young Master, I’m still looking for you.
It has been weeks now and I have seen much of this strange new land … and yet I cannot find any mentioning of you. I suppose it is unrealistic to believe you would have stayed around here… After all, the True Runes are being sought out by anyone that knows of them.
I do not know what to think of all of this. I do not want to believe that this is a world that has already seen the end, and that we, people of another time, were resurrected for the selfish desires of others. Master Mathiu was very cynical about that; he had seen more of this world than any of us, so I suppose he had reason to be.
We met a boy while we were exploring the ‘metropolis’ called Varius. He could not have been more than a few years older than you, Young Master, but his eyes were so weary of the world. He looked as if he had lived through the Cataclysm—the falling of the Holy Kingdom—and knew far too much to keep on going in this ‘Lunae.’ It appeared that Seed knew him, at least in passing; they spoke for some time before he left a curious sword in our possession and departed.
Viktor seems to know the strange sword. It speaks (quite rudely, I must add), and claims itself to be a True Rune; I remain skeptical, as I have not seen anything resembling a True Rune since I was at your side. Then again, I have not seen a talking sword either, so it is possible…
The more we travel, the more aware I become of just how much time has passed. Four hundred years is a terribly long time, and I am beginning to lose hope that I will see you alive and well. Even Ted held onto this mortal coil for three hundred years; am I crazy to hope that you have outlasted Soul Eater’s last bearer?
I do not know anymore. I am able to lose myself in caring for Master Shu and keeping the camp in order during the sunless hours, but there are those moments before falling asleep that I cannot help but think about you. I hope that you are alive and eating well, and sleeping well, and making sure to wash your clothes accordingly…
Then again, you will be over 400 years old now, so I imagine you will be able to teach me a thing or two about cleaning and cooking…
I try to imagine what you will be like now, Young Master, and I find it difficult. I always think of you as that little boy who cried when he fell down, who laughed as he startled me by tugging on my ponytail, who practiced so hard to please his father… Perhaps that is why I always believed you would turn away from the Odessa’s legacy; I am so entrenched in your past that I cannot see your future. I cannot see you as an adult, with your own family and children, or governing the ‘Toran Republic,’ or taking up your staff for one last battle against those that seek your True Rune.
Perhaps that is for the best.
Because there is nothing that would break my heart more than to have to lay flowers on your grave.