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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-03-01 01:38 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-03-01 01:38 pm
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Waiting for another file...
At work again. Waiting for another audio file to finish uploading so I can do the work at home. Not that I'll be doing that today; I have Statistics homework to do.
Hmm... Still at 57%. Guess I'll ramble. Or write something...
Title: Swimming
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Caesar, Albert, George Silverberg
Prompt: Why?
Word Count: 868
Rating: 10+ for moody teenager-ness?
Author's Notes: I wrote this at work and didn't actually write this in a word processor; I wrote it directly into LJ. I'm still amazed that this didn't take days to write. ... Maybe I should just write at work more often. XD
Started: March 1, 2006 (1:38 PM)
Finished: March 1, 2006 (3:07 PM)
Albert sometimes came down to the river while he swam. He always watched from a distance, at the base of a tree near the river, overshadowed by the lush evergreen. Sometimes he would bring a book and read. Sometimes he would bring a pad of paper and write-- or draw-- or something else that he could never see.
When he asked about it, Albert would just shrug and say he had been doing more homework.
All the same, he would invite Albert to come swimming with him. Always from the distance of the river to the tree, since he had become very much the whirlwind at five years old and forgot about invitations and the like unless he was constantly reminded of it. And Albert never reminded him. So he always shrugged off the declined invitations, returning to his swimming with a splash and a giggle.
He was still a child at the time, so their father would always be down there with him, supervising and teaching him how to swim. Swimming wasn't really Father's thing, but he understood how much it meant to him, so he would always relent or set aside a time where he would go down to the river with him. (It was their "thing." He didn't want to share it with the numerous caretakers around the house.)
So it really was inevitable that he would ask his father why Albert did not want to swim. Because, no matter how much of a whirlwind he was outside of the water, he could always look to that tree from the river and watch his brother.
"He has a lot of homework," his father would always say. "Don't mind him too much, Caesar."
When he reached the age Albert had been, he had slowed a bit and become more thoughtful, as well as a little more arrogant. He thought back on his father's words and took pride that he did not need to spend all of his free time studying like Albert had. But by then, Albert was off in Harmonia and what time Albert spent home was spent locked away in his room with his books. He might as well have stayed at the One Temple for all the interaction he had while at home.
He was still swimming in the river when he turned 15 years old, no longer needing the supervision and coaching of his father to keep him afloat. Sometimes he would simply wade where the rocks took the edge off of the river's speed; other times he would push himself against the faster current, wearing himself out with the struggle against nature.
One day, during one of his few visits home, Albert was there underneath his tree.
He didn't carry a book or pad of paper, but instead watched him with those cool eyes that seemed to dissect everything. He didn't speak as he watched him rise out of the water and grab his towel, didn't move as he ascended the small slope from the river to the tree.
"What're you looking at?" Being a moody teenage dropout whose ideas that were shaping to conflict with his brother's, he had growled and frowned stormily.
A slight raise of the left brow, but that was all from His Esteemed Excellency, the Soledt Valedictorian. "Nothing of import."
He had taken that as an insult, of course, and glared at Albert before wrapping his towel around his shoulders and hurrying to the house. That was two years before the Second Fire Bringer War.
At 25, he was still swimming. His visits to his father's house usually included a return to the river he had grown up swimming in, but he had also gone swimming in each of the places he had traveled -- from the Grasslands to Dunan to the Island Nations, anywhere and everywhere in between.
As he swam in the river, his eyes would always eventually fall on the tree Albert had favored so many years ago. He would look disdainfully at the tree each time in passing, remembering those times when his brother would look down on him -- even as a child he was not safe from Albert's condescending scrutiny, apparently.
He asked his father about it eventually, while they walked along the river during one of his visits. He asked what he had done as a child that had apparently earned Albert's disgust.
"Your brother never hated you." There had been a flicker of surprise on his father's face as he explained. Albert had nearly drowned as a child, having fallen off a dock while they lived in the Island Nations. He had in fact loved swimming at that age, but had developed a phobia after that incident; he felt nauseous around bodies of water and suffered from dizzy spells. The fear followed him into adulthood; he could not travel by boat and instead traveled over land from Harmonia to Toran, as inefficient and tiring as it was.
"Then why...?" Why go to the river if it made him sick? Why torment himself like that? So many questions.
The answer, though simple, brought tears to his eyes.
"There was nothing that made him happier than to watch you swim."
Edit (10:51 PM): I've come to the revelation that my favorite relationships to write and read about are brotherly. Not in an incestual way, but in that familial way seems so rarely written about. There's so much romantic love written out there, and yet there seems to be a lack of family stories. And you normally don't even have to make stretches with family stories. *laughs*
I wonder why I adore brotherly relationships... Maybe it's a mixture of my attachment to male characters and my personal observations of my brothers. There's something simple, and yet complexed, about it all.
Brothers I've grown particularly attached to: Albert & Caesar Silverberg (Suikoden), Osamu & Ken Ichijouji (Digimon 02), Seto & Mokuba Kaiba (YGO), Kuja & Zidane (FF9)
Hmm... Still at 57%. Guess I'll ramble. Or write something...
Title: Swimming
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Caesar, Albert, George Silverberg
Prompt: Why?
Word Count: 868
Rating: 10+ for moody teenager-ness?
Author's Notes: I wrote this at work and didn't actually write this in a word processor; I wrote it directly into LJ. I'm still amazed that this didn't take days to write. ... Maybe I should just write at work more often. XD
Started: March 1, 2006 (1:38 PM)
Finished: March 1, 2006 (3:07 PM)
Albert sometimes came down to the river while he swam. He always watched from a distance, at the base of a tree near the river, overshadowed by the lush evergreen. Sometimes he would bring a book and read. Sometimes he would bring a pad of paper and write-- or draw-- or something else that he could never see.
When he asked about it, Albert would just shrug and say he had been doing more homework.
All the same, he would invite Albert to come swimming with him. Always from the distance of the river to the tree, since he had become very much the whirlwind at five years old and forgot about invitations and the like unless he was constantly reminded of it. And Albert never reminded him. So he always shrugged off the declined invitations, returning to his swimming with a splash and a giggle.
He was still a child at the time, so their father would always be down there with him, supervising and teaching him how to swim. Swimming wasn't really Father's thing, but he understood how much it meant to him, so he would always relent or set aside a time where he would go down to the river with him. (It was their "thing." He didn't want to share it with the numerous caretakers around the house.)
So it really was inevitable that he would ask his father why Albert did not want to swim. Because, no matter how much of a whirlwind he was outside of the water, he could always look to that tree from the river and watch his brother.
"He has a lot of homework," his father would always say. "Don't mind him too much, Caesar."
When he reached the age Albert had been, he had slowed a bit and become more thoughtful, as well as a little more arrogant. He thought back on his father's words and took pride that he did not need to spend all of his free time studying like Albert had. But by then, Albert was off in Harmonia and what time Albert spent home was spent locked away in his room with his books. He might as well have stayed at the One Temple for all the interaction he had while at home.
He was still swimming in the river when he turned 15 years old, no longer needing the supervision and coaching of his father to keep him afloat. Sometimes he would simply wade where the rocks took the edge off of the river's speed; other times he would push himself against the faster current, wearing himself out with the struggle against nature.
One day, during one of his few visits home, Albert was there underneath his tree.
He didn't carry a book or pad of paper, but instead watched him with those cool eyes that seemed to dissect everything. He didn't speak as he watched him rise out of the water and grab his towel, didn't move as he ascended the small slope from the river to the tree.
"What're you looking at?" Being a moody teenage dropout whose ideas that were shaping to conflict with his brother's, he had growled and frowned stormily.
A slight raise of the left brow, but that was all from His Esteemed Excellency, the Soledt Valedictorian. "Nothing of import."
He had taken that as an insult, of course, and glared at Albert before wrapping his towel around his shoulders and hurrying to the house. That was two years before the Second Fire Bringer War.
At 25, he was still swimming. His visits to his father's house usually included a return to the river he had grown up swimming in, but he had also gone swimming in each of the places he had traveled -- from the Grasslands to Dunan to the Island Nations, anywhere and everywhere in between.
As he swam in the river, his eyes would always eventually fall on the tree Albert had favored so many years ago. He would look disdainfully at the tree each time in passing, remembering those times when his brother would look down on him -- even as a child he was not safe from Albert's condescending scrutiny, apparently.
He asked his father about it eventually, while they walked along the river during one of his visits. He asked what he had done as a child that had apparently earned Albert's disgust.
"Your brother never hated you." There had been a flicker of surprise on his father's face as he explained. Albert had nearly drowned as a child, having fallen off a dock while they lived in the Island Nations. He had in fact loved swimming at that age, but had developed a phobia after that incident; he felt nauseous around bodies of water and suffered from dizzy spells. The fear followed him into adulthood; he could not travel by boat and instead traveled over land from Harmonia to Toran, as inefficient and tiring as it was.
"Then why...?" Why go to the river if it made him sick? Why torment himself like that? So many questions.
The answer, though simple, brought tears to his eyes.
"There was nothing that made him happier than to watch you swim."
Edit (10:51 PM): I've come to the revelation that my favorite relationships to write and read about are brotherly. Not in an incestual way, but in that familial way seems so rarely written about. There's so much romantic love written out there, and yet there seems to be a lack of family stories. And you normally don't even have to make stretches with family stories. *laughs*
I wonder why I adore brotherly relationships... Maybe it's a mixture of my attachment to male characters and my personal observations of my brothers. There's something simple, and yet complexed, about it all.
Brothers I've grown particularly attached to: Albert & Caesar Silverberg (Suikoden), Osamu & Ken Ichijouji (Digimon 02), Seto & Mokuba Kaiba (YGO), Kuja & Zidane (FF9)