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[April 29, 2007][Suikoden] Cycles
Title: Cycles
Day/Theme: April 29, 2007 in the garden, like an immortal
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai
Rating: G
He arose in the dark, stomach shaking and swirling nervously. Because it would not allow him any more sleep, he stepped out of bed and began rummaging about in the dim glow he summoned from his rune. It tinged his clothes drab and dark yellowy browns. There were no meetings today. No services either, so it didn't matter what he wore. The greater part of his life had been spent in uniforms: military, religious, or bureaucratic. Personal clothes were a strange thing indeed. He would wear them that day and be his own man, not the military's or the church's or the bureaucracy's.
He only owned one set of completely personal clothes. A pair of woven sandals from a Calerian market, long shorts, dark blue, almost to the knee, and a white tunic, loose and floppy. They made him enjoy the sun on his limbs. Ket and Hazel laughed at him, but what did their opinions matter? They were only slightly less young and silly than he knew himself to be. Except none of them were that young anymore. He was a child-like man of twenty-five, Ket and Hazel were older.
He dressed in the near dark, adding his night shirt to a basket holding dirty laundry. The sun was peeking softly between the curtains. He was glad the sun would be breaking through on his off day. The last week or two had been overcast and cold. Even if it was cold, with the sunshine the day would seem better. He pulled the curtains open, letting the positive, yellow rays shine in. He smiled and everything felt warmer with the smile as though the sun were grinning back at him.
Spurred to greatness by this auspicious beginning, he skipped out of the room with his sandals flapping and slipped out of the doors into the gardens to see the flowers. Petals were slowly folding back and spreading open, faces turned toward the sun, their source of life. The sun was a part of the so-familiar cycles of this land, like the seasons and the years. He had lived through twenty-five cycles of years and one hundred cycles of seasons. How many times would he see the spring in the future? The True Earth Rune had lengthened his youth already, outside any unforeseen accidents, he would live to be a very old man. It seemed he would manage to spend most of those cycles in uniform as well.
Day/Theme: April 29, 2007 in the garden, like an immortal
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai
Rating: G
He arose in the dark, stomach shaking and swirling nervously. Because it would not allow him any more sleep, he stepped out of bed and began rummaging about in the dim glow he summoned from his rune. It tinged his clothes drab and dark yellowy browns. There were no meetings today. No services either, so it didn't matter what he wore. The greater part of his life had been spent in uniforms: military, religious, or bureaucratic. Personal clothes were a strange thing indeed. He would wear them that day and be his own man, not the military's or the church's or the bureaucracy's.
He only owned one set of completely personal clothes. A pair of woven sandals from a Calerian market, long shorts, dark blue, almost to the knee, and a white tunic, loose and floppy. They made him enjoy the sun on his limbs. Ket and Hazel laughed at him, but what did their opinions matter? They were only slightly less young and silly than he knew himself to be. Except none of them were that young anymore. He was a child-like man of twenty-five, Ket and Hazel were older.
He dressed in the near dark, adding his night shirt to a basket holding dirty laundry. The sun was peeking softly between the curtains. He was glad the sun would be breaking through on his off day. The last week or two had been overcast and cold. Even if it was cold, with the sunshine the day would seem better. He pulled the curtains open, letting the positive, yellow rays shine in. He smiled and everything felt warmer with the smile as though the sun were grinning back at him.
Spurred to greatness by this auspicious beginning, he skipped out of the room with his sandals flapping and slipped out of the doors into the gardens to see the flowers. Petals were slowly folding back and spreading open, faces turned toward the sun, their source of life. The sun was a part of the so-familiar cycles of this land, like the seasons and the years. He had lived through twenty-five cycles of years and one hundred cycles of seasons. How many times would he see the spring in the future? The True Earth Rune had lengthened his youth already, outside any unforeseen accidents, he would live to be a very old man. It seemed he would manage to spend most of those cycles in uniform as well.