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everlastingsoul) wrote2005-11-20 04:14 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2005-11-20 04:14 am
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Just a little drabble...
Another Suikoden-related drabble involving Silverbergs. These prompts help me keep focus, which is a good thing.
Title: Blue
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Albert, George
Prompt: Blue
Word Count: 475
Rating: Safe for all ages, methinks.
Author's Notes: Very scattered drabble. Just wanted to finish it tonight.
Started: November 7, 2005
Finished: November 20, 2005
He wondered why the sky was blue.
There was nothing inherently wrong with the color; he was just curious, that was all. At least, that was what he kept telling himself, and if there had once been a philosophical question in his head, it had departed long ago. He was only six years old, after all.
He wondered how blue could be a mood.
His mother had mentioned it before, how his father felt blue from time to time when he was at work. He knew that it was a figure of speech, but to associate a color to a mood did not make any sense. However, it would only be a matter of time before he would be exposed to art and its many vibrant meanings; he had, after all, already met Milich Oppenheimer, and that was a step in such a direction.
There would, of course, come a time when these idle thoughts would seem trivial at best. However, he was only a child -- a bored child, nonetheless -- and he could be forgiven for his lack of concentration.
There was a tap in front of him, and he blinked. His father was bent over his chair, glancing at his face before looking out the window. There was a silent question in his father’s raised brow, but the boy did not catch it until it was given voice. “What are you looking at, son? Thinking about something?”
Albert studied his father’s face, taking in the haggard appearance; he had been staying up late working again. He was not familiar with what kind of work his father did for the Republic, but he was often kept busy in the castle or traveling Mordavia. Even time that he spent at home was somehow busy; he locked himself away in the study and would not come out until past dinnertime, apologizing to Mother for missing dinner again.
His childish curiosity urged him to ask his father what was so important he had to miss eating dinner with his family several times a week. It would be so easy; he already had the question formed in his mind, and it would take all of a second to get the words out. Then he would know what kept his father so busy.
But would it really be so simple? His father was a complex person; maybe his question would not have an answer, and then there would be the silence that ate up all comfort. He hated that kind of silence; it reminded him of punishments and being scolded and Grandfather. Maybe, even if there was an answer, his father would not tell; then there would again be that discomfort, and his father’s peace of mind would be ruined by his curiosity.
It would be so terribly easy…
He asked his father why the sky was blue.
Title: Blue
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Albert, George
Prompt: Blue
Word Count: 475
Rating: Safe for all ages, methinks.
Author's Notes: Very scattered drabble. Just wanted to finish it tonight.
Started: November 7, 2005
Finished: November 20, 2005
He wondered why the sky was blue.
There was nothing inherently wrong with the color; he was just curious, that was all. At least, that was what he kept telling himself, and if there had once been a philosophical question in his head, it had departed long ago. He was only six years old, after all.
He wondered how blue could be a mood.
His mother had mentioned it before, how his father felt blue from time to time when he was at work. He knew that it was a figure of speech, but to associate a color to a mood did not make any sense. However, it would only be a matter of time before he would be exposed to art and its many vibrant meanings; he had, after all, already met Milich Oppenheimer, and that was a step in such a direction.
There would, of course, come a time when these idle thoughts would seem trivial at best. However, he was only a child -- a bored child, nonetheless -- and he could be forgiven for his lack of concentration.
There was a tap in front of him, and he blinked. His father was bent over his chair, glancing at his face before looking out the window. There was a silent question in his father’s raised brow, but the boy did not catch it until it was given voice. “What are you looking at, son? Thinking about something?”
Albert studied his father’s face, taking in the haggard appearance; he had been staying up late working again. He was not familiar with what kind of work his father did for the Republic, but he was often kept busy in the castle or traveling Mordavia. Even time that he spent at home was somehow busy; he locked himself away in the study and would not come out until past dinnertime, apologizing to Mother for missing dinner again.
His childish curiosity urged him to ask his father what was so important he had to miss eating dinner with his family several times a week. It would be so easy; he already had the question formed in his mind, and it would take all of a second to get the words out. Then he would know what kept his father so busy.
But would it really be so simple? His father was a complex person; maybe his question would not have an answer, and then there would be the silence that ate up all comfort. He hated that kind of silence; it reminded him of punishments and being scolded and Grandfather. Maybe, even if there was an answer, his father would not tell; then there would again be that discomfort, and his father’s peace of mind would be ruined by his curiosity.
It would be so terribly easy…
He asked his father why the sky was blue.
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