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[Sept. 29] [Suikoden III] You Burn Through My Heart
Title: You Burn Through My Heart
Day/Theme: Sept. 29, 2009 "the dead are gentle to us"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Kiheiji, Sasarai, Lelia
Rating: PG, depressing
"Lelia, judge me lightly," Kiheiji apologized to his wife's silent form. He couldn't protest against cremation after having asked his neighbors to do the same, but he still didn't want his children to see this. He'd never had a chance to tell Lelia about Roland, but he was sure she would approve. She loved children and she had liked the Capettes. All his thoughts were jumbled up like this, racing around over and over again. "Lelia, Lelia, Lelia," he addressed every thought to her. Maybe when someone you loved died it made you a little crazy. He didn't remember his father's death very well.
His children were inside with Nika and Stephen and his mother. Copious amounts of tears had been shed over Lelia, with Roland instinctually joining in the bawling. Sasarai spoke both the customary prayers as well as his own gentle words as one who had an uncommon degree of familiarity with death. A tiny funeral presided over by a bishop. It was more than most could ask for. It was practically more than he could take. Lelia cold and white, the faded red blotches of the fever still present on her pale skin. She was as translucent as the river lilies at her side.
He was angry at the same time as he was sad. Lelia would've understood his feelings. They knew each other so well. They had been married for fifteen years.
The flames struck him once again as unnatural, but he did not complain. Sparks left glowing silhouettes against Forte's skin and echoed in Sasarai's green-brown eyes. He was probably creating or sustaining the fire somehow just as he had turned his magical talents toward other small tasks on the island. It was the unnaturally controlled style of the blaze that gave him away. It was probably for the best than someone actively minded the fire, flames being so frighteningly wild, but it couldn't be easy to turn one's talents toward consuming corpses. Lelia would've appreciated his personal strength. She probably would've understood Kiheiji's complex observation of Sasarai as a man who often seemed simultaneously as bright and youthful as a child and as sad and experience as an old man. Lelia had enjoyed puzzling over such subtleties in their acquaintances. She was the one who had taught him how to appreciate such apparent conflicts without questioning their existence. He knew that she could understand his turbulent mix of emotions.
Day/Theme: Sept. 29, 2009 "the dead are gentle to us"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Kiheiji, Sasarai, Lelia
Rating: PG, depressing
"Lelia, judge me lightly," Kiheiji apologized to his wife's silent form. He couldn't protest against cremation after having asked his neighbors to do the same, but he still didn't want his children to see this. He'd never had a chance to tell Lelia about Roland, but he was sure she would approve. She loved children and she had liked the Capettes. All his thoughts were jumbled up like this, racing around over and over again. "Lelia, Lelia, Lelia," he addressed every thought to her. Maybe when someone you loved died it made you a little crazy. He didn't remember his father's death very well.
His children were inside with Nika and Stephen and his mother. Copious amounts of tears had been shed over Lelia, with Roland instinctually joining in the bawling. Sasarai spoke both the customary prayers as well as his own gentle words as one who had an uncommon degree of familiarity with death. A tiny funeral presided over by a bishop. It was more than most could ask for. It was practically more than he could take. Lelia cold and white, the faded red blotches of the fever still present on her pale skin. She was as translucent as the river lilies at her side.
He was angry at the same time as he was sad. Lelia would've understood his feelings. They knew each other so well. They had been married for fifteen years.
The flames struck him once again as unnatural, but he did not complain. Sparks left glowing silhouettes against Forte's skin and echoed in Sasarai's green-brown eyes. He was probably creating or sustaining the fire somehow just as he had turned his magical talents toward other small tasks on the island. It was the unnaturally controlled style of the blaze that gave him away. It was probably for the best than someone actively minded the fire, flames being so frighteningly wild, but it couldn't be easy to turn one's talents toward consuming corpses. Lelia would've appreciated his personal strength. She probably would've understood Kiheiji's complex observation of Sasarai as a man who often seemed simultaneously as bright and youthful as a child and as sad and experience as an old man. Lelia had enjoyed puzzling over such subtleties in their acquaintances. She was the one who had taught him how to appreciate such apparent conflicts without questioning their existence. He knew that she could understand his turbulent mix of emotions.