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[Sept. 16, 2007][Suikoden III] Counting
Title: Counting
Day/Theme: Sept. 16, 2007 "Why do you keep counting?"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sarah x Luc
Rating: PG
The games had taken a lot of counting.
At first Sarah had sketched hopscotch squares in the dirt with her toe and when the sea breeze blew it fuzzed and muddled the lines. One, two, three, and four was all but gone. It was then that Leknaat gave her a piece of chalk and assured her that she was allowed to draw on the stones at the base of the tower. Luc was sent to wash the thirty-square hopscotch game off later.
And the counting had gained some rhymes.
She seemed so tiny and frail that Luc recommended skipping rope to toughen her up in a mild way. So Sarah took the jump rope out below the quivering pines and after a few false starts, tangling her foot in the coil and smacking the back of her head with the swinging rope, she was finally doing it right. She counted to herself quietly, "...Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one..."
"You can count out loud, you know," Luc told her as he passed by with an armload of firewood.
Sarah followed his advice as she usually did. "...Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven..."
"Never met a girl who didn't know a jump rope rhyme," Luc muttered to himself.
And it wasn't just games where she counted.
When a startling dream jolted her awake in the depths of the night, she soothed herself by counting Luc's slow breaths. For someone whose thoughts seemed to be so troubled during the day, he slept awfully soundly. But that was good because Sarah didn't wish to disturb him. "...Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four..."
On one unusual night, her head against his chest, she could even count his heartbeats. ..."Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two..." And what difference was there between his heart and hers? She wondered if she told him would he give the notion another thought? He had always seemed positively real and warm and human to her.
She had counted in fun and in anxiety, but she no longer counted forward in the end because she was serene as well as sad. "Four, three, two, one," she could not help but countdown to the end in the back of her mind. However, when she looked at Luc's face, smiling peacefully at last, she paused the countdown permanently. This was a moment without time, one that would last, at least for Sarah, forever.
Day/Theme: Sept. 16, 2007 "Why do you keep counting?"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sarah x Luc
Rating: PG
The games had taken a lot of counting.
At first Sarah had sketched hopscotch squares in the dirt with her toe and when the sea breeze blew it fuzzed and muddled the lines. One, two, three, and four was all but gone. It was then that Leknaat gave her a piece of chalk and assured her that she was allowed to draw on the stones at the base of the tower. Luc was sent to wash the thirty-square hopscotch game off later.
And the counting had gained some rhymes.
She seemed so tiny and frail that Luc recommended skipping rope to toughen her up in a mild way. So Sarah took the jump rope out below the quivering pines and after a few false starts, tangling her foot in the coil and smacking the back of her head with the swinging rope, she was finally doing it right. She counted to herself quietly, "...Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one..."
"You can count out loud, you know," Luc told her as he passed by with an armload of firewood.
Sarah followed his advice as she usually did. "...Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven..."
"Never met a girl who didn't know a jump rope rhyme," Luc muttered to himself.
And it wasn't just games where she counted.
When a startling dream jolted her awake in the depths of the night, she soothed herself by counting Luc's slow breaths. For someone whose thoughts seemed to be so troubled during the day, he slept awfully soundly. But that was good because Sarah didn't wish to disturb him. "...Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four..."
On one unusual night, her head against his chest, she could even count his heartbeats. ..."Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two..." And what difference was there between his heart and hers? She wondered if she told him would he give the notion another thought? He had always seemed positively real and warm and human to her.
She had counted in fun and in anxiety, but she no longer counted forward in the end because she was serene as well as sad. "Four, three, two, one," she could not help but countdown to the end in the back of her mind. However, when she looked at Luc's face, smiling peacefully at last, she paused the countdown permanently. This was a moment without time, one that would last, at least for Sarah, forever.