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[April 28, 2007][Suikoden] Acceptance
Title: Acceptance
Day/Theme: April 28, 2007 belong
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai
Rating: G
I used to think that I fit right in at the Temple. I didn't really have any close friends, but I was studying to become a priest and the place was full of clerics. I thought they were just like me. If I met them in the library we could have long and detailed discussions of history, theology, and government policy. And some of them would really talk to me. They'd go on about all sorts of topics over the edge of their books. They were so knowledgeable.
But they wouldn't talk to me in the halls. They didn't talk to me while I was eating near the kitchen or reading on the back porch. They barely looked at me while I strolled through the gardens. Intellectually, they respected me as an equal, but outside of that, I did not belong.
When I was elected to the Counsel, I thought I might be able to belong. It was a smaller circle and they were such distinguished people, much grander than me, but I felt we could be friends. Ket and Hazel, Tjasse and Dana, they were older than me, but still they were young too. Perhaps for once I could do the things that other young people do, I thought. But I was wrong. I didn't belong amidst them either. Ket gave me harsh looks and Olia banished my opinions to the fringe and at this time I didn't know that I was supposed to be more important than them, so they took advantage of my naivete.
I didn't belong until I ventured out from the Temple. I slipped in and out of the streets and alleyways and listened to drunken brawls and flirtacious women singing songs at a basement tavern. I read underground newspapers whose publishers were being constantly harrassed by my Counsel colleagues. I tried to be discreet and stay disguised, but it was obvious these folk of the night knew who I was. They didn't usually say though. They didn't say who they were either. As long as nobody said my name, I felt I finally belonged.
Day/Theme: April 28, 2007 belong
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai
Rating: G
I used to think that I fit right in at the Temple. I didn't really have any close friends, but I was studying to become a priest and the place was full of clerics. I thought they were just like me. If I met them in the library we could have long and detailed discussions of history, theology, and government policy. And some of them would really talk to me. They'd go on about all sorts of topics over the edge of their books. They were so knowledgeable.
But they wouldn't talk to me in the halls. They didn't talk to me while I was eating near the kitchen or reading on the back porch. They barely looked at me while I strolled through the gardens. Intellectually, they respected me as an equal, but outside of that, I did not belong.
When I was elected to the Counsel, I thought I might be able to belong. It was a smaller circle and they were such distinguished people, much grander than me, but I felt we could be friends. Ket and Hazel, Tjasse and Dana, they were older than me, but still they were young too. Perhaps for once I could do the things that other young people do, I thought. But I was wrong. I didn't belong amidst them either. Ket gave me harsh looks and Olia banished my opinions to the fringe and at this time I didn't know that I was supposed to be more important than them, so they took advantage of my naivete.
I didn't belong until I ventured out from the Temple. I slipped in and out of the streets and alleyways and listened to drunken brawls and flirtacious women singing songs at a basement tavern. I read underground newspapers whose publishers were being constantly harrassed by my Counsel colleagues. I tried to be discreet and stay disguised, but it was obvious these folk of the night knew who I was. They didn't usually say though. They didn't say who they were either. As long as nobody said my name, I felt I finally belonged.