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[Nov. 3, 2008][Suikoden III] Tears to Spare
Title: Tears to Spare
Day/Theme: Nov. 3, 2008 "lately you make me"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sarah, Bishop Markley, Luc
Rating: PG
I could feel a heat behind my eyes as my vision began to blur, eyes filling with tears. I closed my eyes and took a breath. And another. And another. The tears disappeared. I had always hated to cry. It would inevitably give me a headache and turn my pale face red and blotchy. As it was, getting this close to tears was bad enough for my nose. I sniffled. Why did just the slightest show of tears make my nose run? Wasn't feeling sad or frustrated enough to cry punishment enough? I could never seem to accept how fickle life was.
I wouldn't show my tears to anyone. I was determined that Yuber, Albert, and especially Master Luc only saw my resolve. As usual, my determination alone could not carry me through to the end. Master Luc was on my mind as I wove illusions to comfort Bishop Markley, and concern for him while he was off in Crystal Valley spoiled my concentration. I had never slipped up in Markley's presence. The way he looked at me, I knew he could tell something was wrong.
In hard times I prefer to stay closed off and receive only hardness from others. But Markley came softly and his sympathetic query, "Is something troubling you?"" was enough to break me. I burst into tears at his bedside.
And because I could not tell him the truth, there was no way to find relief from my burden. There I was, the one meant to be comforting Markley, and Markley was comforting me. My staff had clattered to the floor and I knelt by his bedside, my face pressed to the green and periwinkle bedspread, trying to convince the heavy fabric to staunch my tears. The bishop only laid his hand on my head. Without a word from me, there was little else he could do.
Lately, I'd been feeling so, so weak. Perhaps the waiting had been getting to me. And, of course, it all came back to Master Luc. There was to be no going back to the Magician's Tower. He was not going to change his mind. I thought of the person who meant more to me than anyone else in the world and I saw his face white and still in death. It might have been related to watching Markley, for after he died, I did not have that nightmare anymore.
Day/Theme: Nov. 3, 2008 "lately you make me"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sarah, Bishop Markley, Luc
Rating: PG
I could feel a heat behind my eyes as my vision began to blur, eyes filling with tears. I closed my eyes and took a breath. And another. And another. The tears disappeared. I had always hated to cry. It would inevitably give me a headache and turn my pale face red and blotchy. As it was, getting this close to tears was bad enough for my nose. I sniffled. Why did just the slightest show of tears make my nose run? Wasn't feeling sad or frustrated enough to cry punishment enough? I could never seem to accept how fickle life was.
I wouldn't show my tears to anyone. I was determined that Yuber, Albert, and especially Master Luc only saw my resolve. As usual, my determination alone could not carry me through to the end. Master Luc was on my mind as I wove illusions to comfort Bishop Markley, and concern for him while he was off in Crystal Valley spoiled my concentration. I had never slipped up in Markley's presence. The way he looked at me, I knew he could tell something was wrong.
In hard times I prefer to stay closed off and receive only hardness from others. But Markley came softly and his sympathetic query, "Is something troubling you?"" was enough to break me. I burst into tears at his bedside.
And because I could not tell him the truth, there was no way to find relief from my burden. There I was, the one meant to be comforting Markley, and Markley was comforting me. My staff had clattered to the floor and I knelt by his bedside, my face pressed to the green and periwinkle bedspread, trying to convince the heavy fabric to staunch my tears. The bishop only laid his hand on my head. Without a word from me, there was little else he could do.
Lately, I'd been feeling so, so weak. Perhaps the waiting had been getting to me. And, of course, it all came back to Master Luc. There was to be no going back to the Magician's Tower. He was not going to change his mind. I thought of the person who meant more to me than anyone else in the world and I saw his face white and still in death. It might have been related to watching Markley, for after he died, I did not have that nightmare anymore.