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everlastingsoul) wrote2005-12-02 05:13 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2005-12-02 05:13 am
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... Nngh...
Shouldn't have done this so late. But ... I'm stupid and falling asleep as I do this. Ugh. I'll fix possible typos when I'm more awake.
Title: Lost Pawns
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Albert and Caesar Silverberg
Prompt: Games
Word Count: 701
Rating: Everyone
Author's Notes: The Silverberg brothers as children. Just something odd and possibly funny.
Started: December 1, 2005
Finished: December 2, 2005 (5 AM)
Though he was not currently watching his little brother, Albert knew that he was fidgeting. It was raining out and they were confined to his room for the afternoon, as Mother and Father had gone to the palace to dine with President Lepant and his wife. Albert was actually old enough to join his parents, but he had asked to stay to keep an eye on Caesar.
His brother was a wreck without him, anyway.
“Albie, can we do something?”
He raised his head and glanced over his shoulder to look at his young sibling. Caesar shifted side to side on his brother’s bed, somehow managing to look both bored and anxious as he met Albert’s gaze. “I still have homework, Caesar.”
“But you always have homework. You never don’t have homework.”
Albert reminded himself that his brother was only five years old (and more interested in entertaining himself outdoors) and unfamiliar of the idea of reading as a pastime. He smiled slightly and sat up from his chair, scratching his head. “Fine, fine. One game, but then I have to get back to work.”
“Promise? You stop and go back to work a lot.” Caesar had the beginnings of a petulant look on his face.
“I promise.” It was usually best to be flexible when Caesar was bored; his tantrums could be very long, loud, and upsetting, and he still needed to finish his grammar homework before supper.
Caesar beamed, happy to have his brother’s full attention. Though he continuously managed to capture Albert’s attention at other points of the day, he was still quite greedy for it. “What’re we gonna play?”
“You don’t have any ideas?” Albert glanced around his room, looking for anything he might have that they could play with. Caesar tended to stay away from books unless he was being read to, so that would not work. The few toys he had not parted with over the years had already been given to Caesar, and most of those were to be played with alone, anyway.
That left their father’s chess set, which had somehow migrated to his room over the last year. He had not touched it for almost a month now, since Father had been too busy to invite him to a game and he grew bored quickly playing against himself.
“How about chess?” He walked over to lift the polished, if dusty, wooden box from his low shelf, kneeling down and gesturing for Caesar to do the same. Caesar did so, biting his lower lip and blinking several times as he watched the older boy open the polished cover. “I know you don’t know how to play, but…” Albert trailed off, staring at the contents of the box incredulously.
All of the pawns, black and white alike, were missing. The remaining members of the board game hierarchy were arranged on their sides in the cushioned box like fallen nobles laid to rest, looking out-of-place amongst small, empty coffins.
“Um…” Albert blinked and gazed across at Caesar, who had the decency to look abashed. “I took the little pieces out.”
This was not the time to panic. It was just a chess set. Just Father’s chess set. Just Father’s expensive chess set. Just Father’s expensive chess set imported from Highland before the Dunan Unification War. “… What did you do with the chess pieces, Caesar?” Calm. Calm.
“Um … I dunno. It was a long time ago.”
Great. Wonderful.
“Albie? Are you mad at me?”
Deep, calming breaths. He was too young to have to restrain himself like this. “Caesar, I have a new game.”
There was a confused pause as Caesar digested those words. “Really?”
Albert nodded resolutely, already replacing the lid on the remaining chess pieces. “It’s called ‘find the pawns before Father finds out.’”
“… That doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.”
Albert took hold of Caesar’s hand, already tugging his brother up and towards the door. His strides were evenly-paced despite the fact that he was panicking, and he kept a firm hold on his brother to make sure he did not run off.
“It’s not supposed to.”
Sometimes, his sheer calmness in the face of adversity amazed even himself.
Title: Lost Pawns
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Albert and Caesar Silverberg
Prompt: Games
Word Count: 701
Rating: Everyone
Author's Notes: The Silverberg brothers as children. Just something odd and possibly funny.
Started: December 1, 2005
Finished: December 2, 2005 (5 AM)
Though he was not currently watching his little brother, Albert knew that he was fidgeting. It was raining out and they were confined to his room for the afternoon, as Mother and Father had gone to the palace to dine with President Lepant and his wife. Albert was actually old enough to join his parents, but he had asked to stay to keep an eye on Caesar.
His brother was a wreck without him, anyway.
“Albie, can we do something?”
He raised his head and glanced over his shoulder to look at his young sibling. Caesar shifted side to side on his brother’s bed, somehow managing to look both bored and anxious as he met Albert’s gaze. “I still have homework, Caesar.”
“But you always have homework. You never don’t have homework.”
Albert reminded himself that his brother was only five years old (and more interested in entertaining himself outdoors) and unfamiliar of the idea of reading as a pastime. He smiled slightly and sat up from his chair, scratching his head. “Fine, fine. One game, but then I have to get back to work.”
“Promise? You stop and go back to work a lot.” Caesar had the beginnings of a petulant look on his face.
“I promise.” It was usually best to be flexible when Caesar was bored; his tantrums could be very long, loud, and upsetting, and he still needed to finish his grammar homework before supper.
Caesar beamed, happy to have his brother’s full attention. Though he continuously managed to capture Albert’s attention at other points of the day, he was still quite greedy for it. “What’re we gonna play?”
“You don’t have any ideas?” Albert glanced around his room, looking for anything he might have that they could play with. Caesar tended to stay away from books unless he was being read to, so that would not work. The few toys he had not parted with over the years had already been given to Caesar, and most of those were to be played with alone, anyway.
That left their father’s chess set, which had somehow migrated to his room over the last year. He had not touched it for almost a month now, since Father had been too busy to invite him to a game and he grew bored quickly playing against himself.
“How about chess?” He walked over to lift the polished, if dusty, wooden box from his low shelf, kneeling down and gesturing for Caesar to do the same. Caesar did so, biting his lower lip and blinking several times as he watched the older boy open the polished cover. “I know you don’t know how to play, but…” Albert trailed off, staring at the contents of the box incredulously.
All of the pawns, black and white alike, were missing. The remaining members of the board game hierarchy were arranged on their sides in the cushioned box like fallen nobles laid to rest, looking out-of-place amongst small, empty coffins.
“Um…” Albert blinked and gazed across at Caesar, who had the decency to look abashed. “I took the little pieces out.”
This was not the time to panic. It was just a chess set. Just Father’s chess set. Just Father’s expensive chess set. Just Father’s expensive chess set imported from Highland before the Dunan Unification War. “… What did you do with the chess pieces, Caesar?” Calm. Calm.
“Um … I dunno. It was a long time ago.”
Great. Wonderful.
“Albie? Are you mad at me?”
Deep, calming breaths. He was too young to have to restrain himself like this. “Caesar, I have a new game.”
There was a confused pause as Caesar digested those words. “Really?”
Albert nodded resolutely, already replacing the lid on the remaining chess pieces. “It’s called ‘find the pawns before Father finds out.’”
“… That doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.”
Albert took hold of Caesar’s hand, already tugging his brother up and towards the door. His strides were evenly-paced despite the fact that he was panicking, and he kept a firm hold on his brother to make sure he did not run off.
“It’s not supposed to.”
Sometimes, his sheer calmness in the face of adversity amazed even himself.