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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-05-30 01:30 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-05-30 01:30 am
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What a novel idea...
This is in response to Mith's challenge to me. Yuber/Leon. Just chatting and tension, really. Can probably tie this into my Silverberg drabble collection later...
I'm tempted to write more. x__x
Title: Encounter
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Leon Silverberg and Yuber
Prompt: Dark
Word Count: 661
Rating: K
Author's Notes:
Started: May 26, 2006
Finished: May 30, 2006 (1:30 AM)
He released the reins he had been holding, glancing over his shoulder at the officers that milled around the tacticians’ tent. The campaign was going well, and he fleetingly wondered when he should pull out and seek another area saturated with bloodshed. While his associates searched the southern continent for the Rune of Life and Death, he spent his time twiddling his thumbs in the Badlands.
Well, not really. But with the lack of bloodshed as of late, he might as well have been.
The imperial strategists were extremely good at their job; more than a few skirmishes had ended with only a handful of casualties, and the invading Jowston troops were being pushed away from the border. They were apparently fresh recruits from the Holy Kingdom of Harmonia—enthusiastic and excited to apply their textbook-based skills to the battlefield. It would only be a matter of time before they faced demise in the face of real danger; it was hardly a secret that the Holy Kingdom reserved the best graduates from the Academy of Military Science for itself and allowed the Scarlet Moon Empire and Jowston to lay claims on only the worst of the classes.
Political grudges ran deep.
The Silverberg family was perhaps the only exception. Julian Silverberg’s infamously bloodless war was apparently so inspiring that the Silverbergs were still invited to study at Soledt several centuries later. The Scarlet Moon remained the home of the prestigious family despite the passing years, the majority staying within the country for the duration of their short lives.
It appeared that the latest Silverberg spawn was among the newly-stationed tacticians. He stood apart from his peers, carrying himself in a haughty manner and holding his head high. Petty mortal arrogance came to mind as he left his steed to one of the stable boys, and he snorted with disinterest as he made his way towards the lookout point.
“I wasn’t aware border skirmishes earned the attention of a demon.”
Was a mortal speaking to him? Raising one brow underneath his helmet, he glanced over towards the speaker.
It was the Silverberg boy, walking from the tent to stand between him and the lookout. “A sharp eye.” His comment was almost inaudible, carrying on the wind like a wisp of smoke and almost lost amongst the din of cantering horses and marching infantry.
“Hn.” Dark eyes studied him, trying to dissect his very being with their determined intensity. The boy was daring, meeting his mismatched gaze more than once during his analysis. “I don’t appreciate unnecessary variables on the battlefield. Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“I do.” He smirked languorously, allowing a longer analysis of his own. Even by human standards, the strategist was a child—perhaps 20 years old, free of calluses and lines that plagued older ones. “And yet I am here.”
“Leave here; find yourself another hobby and leave mortal affairs to mortals.” Was that contempt in the boy’s tone? He certainly was not a patient one.
Crossing his arms over his breastplate, he mused aloud, “Hobby? This is just a brief respite. Something to alleviate boredom.” He looked beyond the simmering young man, smirk still in place. “You should be relieved I decided to join this side. You would be overwhelmed by now otherwise.”
“Overconfident, aren’t you?”
“I know what I am capable of, unlike you,” was his cool reply. With a flick of his long blond hair, he moved to pass the boy and continue towards the lookout point.
When he felt a hand grab his lightly-armored elbow, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the impetuous youth. “We don’t need you,” Silverberg stated flatly, releasing his elbow and striding away. His eyes followed the human for a few more moments—long enough to watch him slip his hands deep into his trenchcoat pockets—before he turned and walked off in the opposite direction.
He would later learn that the boy was named Leon Silverberg.
I'm tempted to write more. x__x
Title: Encounter
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Leon Silverberg and Yuber
Prompt: Dark
Word Count: 661
Rating: K
Author's Notes:
Started: May 26, 2006
Finished: May 30, 2006 (1:30 AM)
He released the reins he had been holding, glancing over his shoulder at the officers that milled around the tacticians’ tent. The campaign was going well, and he fleetingly wondered when he should pull out and seek another area saturated with bloodshed. While his associates searched the southern continent for the Rune of Life and Death, he spent his time twiddling his thumbs in the Badlands.
Well, not really. But with the lack of bloodshed as of late, he might as well have been.
The imperial strategists were extremely good at their job; more than a few skirmishes had ended with only a handful of casualties, and the invading Jowston troops were being pushed away from the border. They were apparently fresh recruits from the Holy Kingdom of Harmonia—enthusiastic and excited to apply their textbook-based skills to the battlefield. It would only be a matter of time before they faced demise in the face of real danger; it was hardly a secret that the Holy Kingdom reserved the best graduates from the Academy of Military Science for itself and allowed the Scarlet Moon Empire and Jowston to lay claims on only the worst of the classes.
Political grudges ran deep.
The Silverberg family was perhaps the only exception. Julian Silverberg’s infamously bloodless war was apparently so inspiring that the Silverbergs were still invited to study at Soledt several centuries later. The Scarlet Moon remained the home of the prestigious family despite the passing years, the majority staying within the country for the duration of their short lives.
It appeared that the latest Silverberg spawn was among the newly-stationed tacticians. He stood apart from his peers, carrying himself in a haughty manner and holding his head high. Petty mortal arrogance came to mind as he left his steed to one of the stable boys, and he snorted with disinterest as he made his way towards the lookout point.
“I wasn’t aware border skirmishes earned the attention of a demon.”
Was a mortal speaking to him? Raising one brow underneath his helmet, he glanced over towards the speaker.
It was the Silverberg boy, walking from the tent to stand between him and the lookout. “A sharp eye.” His comment was almost inaudible, carrying on the wind like a wisp of smoke and almost lost amongst the din of cantering horses and marching infantry.
“Hn.” Dark eyes studied him, trying to dissect his very being with their determined intensity. The boy was daring, meeting his mismatched gaze more than once during his analysis. “I don’t appreciate unnecessary variables on the battlefield. Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“I do.” He smirked languorously, allowing a longer analysis of his own. Even by human standards, the strategist was a child—perhaps 20 years old, free of calluses and lines that plagued older ones. “And yet I am here.”
“Leave here; find yourself another hobby and leave mortal affairs to mortals.” Was that contempt in the boy’s tone? He certainly was not a patient one.
Crossing his arms over his breastplate, he mused aloud, “Hobby? This is just a brief respite. Something to alleviate boredom.” He looked beyond the simmering young man, smirk still in place. “You should be relieved I decided to join this side. You would be overwhelmed by now otherwise.”
“Overconfident, aren’t you?”
“I know what I am capable of, unlike you,” was his cool reply. With a flick of his long blond hair, he moved to pass the boy and continue towards the lookout point.
When he felt a hand grab his lightly-armored elbow, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the impetuous youth. “We don’t need you,” Silverberg stated flatly, releasing his elbow and striding away. His eyes followed the human for a few more moments—long enough to watch him slip his hands deep into his trenchcoat pockets—before he turned and walked off in the opposite direction.
He would later learn that the boy was named Leon Silverberg.
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