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[Oct. 30] [Suikoden III] Tears to the Sea
Title: Tears to the Sea
Day/Theme: Oct. 30, 2009 "I weep for my mother as I watch the sea"
Series: Suikoden III (more of an on-going project...)
Character/Pairing: Annie
Rating: PG
There was one advantage to the constant activity in the house- no one noticed Annie when she snuck out the back door and ran down the trail to the ocean. She hopped across the rocks, closer to the crashing and swirling waters than her father would've approved of, but not so close as to feel she was putting herself in any particular danger. The stone here was still dry beneath her boots.
The spray jumped up and tickled her cheeks. "On the shore of the Eastern Ocean," she thought to herself without knowing why, "Come and I'll meet you there." They were the words to a popular song from a few years back. It was out of fashion now, except probably in the far west because it took a long time for all the popular things to get out there.
She hadn't even noticed she was crying until this point. What was so sad about an old song and the roar of the waves? They were both so familiar. They swallowed her up in sound: both the noise around her and the music in her head. "Mom really liked that song," she remembered, "Mom would always sing it to us."
She knelt down and placed her wet cheeks against her knees, squinting through her sticky lashes at the tiny holes and cracks in her chosen perch. Her tears ran down her face, racing along with gravity, to stain her leggings in drops dark and puddle-like. She loved her mother. She needed her mother. Sina and Tylo needed her too. And now, Roland. She had been looking better. ...Why had she died? Why hadn't Dad saved everyone just by being here?
Until now this whole affair had only been scary, but suddenly it was also sad. So agonizingly, heart-rending, unbearably sad. And to think this had happened to so many other people on Viela...
The fear of an unknown future rose up in her again. Who was going to die next? Just because she was still well didn't mean she would stay that way. Just because Dad and Grandma and Sina and Tylo were okay now didn't mean they couldn't be next.
The terror was so crushing she wished for a boat, for a bridge, so that she could run away and hide from this catastrophe. That Sasarai was insane for coming here. She didn't blame the bishops anymore for ordering the bridge burnt. This was just too awful. Too, too awful to handle. If she had been in their place, she would have done the same thing. Just imagine the entire country burning up with fever. Just imagine all the children who'd lose their mothers. She was bawling now and shaking. The rock was wet, but she was the source of that water as her tears escaped into the cold embrace of the sea.
Day/Theme: Oct. 30, 2009 "I weep for my mother as I watch the sea"
Series: Suikoden III (more of an on-going project...)
Character/Pairing: Annie
Rating: PG
There was one advantage to the constant activity in the house- no one noticed Annie when she snuck out the back door and ran down the trail to the ocean. She hopped across the rocks, closer to the crashing and swirling waters than her father would've approved of, but not so close as to feel she was putting herself in any particular danger. The stone here was still dry beneath her boots.
The spray jumped up and tickled her cheeks. "On the shore of the Eastern Ocean," she thought to herself without knowing why, "Come and I'll meet you there." They were the words to a popular song from a few years back. It was out of fashion now, except probably in the far west because it took a long time for all the popular things to get out there.
She hadn't even noticed she was crying until this point. What was so sad about an old song and the roar of the waves? They were both so familiar. They swallowed her up in sound: both the noise around her and the music in her head. "Mom really liked that song," she remembered, "Mom would always sing it to us."
She knelt down and placed her wet cheeks against her knees, squinting through her sticky lashes at the tiny holes and cracks in her chosen perch. Her tears ran down her face, racing along with gravity, to stain her leggings in drops dark and puddle-like. She loved her mother. She needed her mother. Sina and Tylo needed her too. And now, Roland. She had been looking better. ...Why had she died? Why hadn't Dad saved everyone just by being here?
Until now this whole affair had only been scary, but suddenly it was also sad. So agonizingly, heart-rending, unbearably sad. And to think this had happened to so many other people on Viela...
The fear of an unknown future rose up in her again. Who was going to die next? Just because she was still well didn't mean she would stay that way. Just because Dad and Grandma and Sina and Tylo were okay now didn't mean they couldn't be next.
The terror was so crushing she wished for a boat, for a bridge, so that she could run away and hide from this catastrophe. That Sasarai was insane for coming here. She didn't blame the bishops anymore for ordering the bridge burnt. This was just too awful. Too, too awful to handle. If she had been in their place, she would have done the same thing. Just imagine the entire country burning up with fever. Just imagine all the children who'd lose their mothers. She was bawling now and shaking. The rock was wet, but she was the source of that water as her tears escaped into the cold embrace of the sea.