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[May 8] [Suikoden IV] Who Says to Forget?
Title: Who Says to Forget?
Day/Theme: May 8, 2010 "I'm afraid to forget you"
Series: Suikoden IV
Character/Pairing: Lazlo+/Snowe
Rating: G
"Snowe. Leave Razril. Come and stay with me." This was far from the first time Lazlo En Kuldes had come back from Obel to Razil to make this offer to his oldest and dearest friend, and with the way things were going, it looked like this might not be the last. Lazlo was starting to feel a bit desperate. They were getting old- and for Snowe, aging made a difference. He was stooped now and walked with the aid of a cane. His pale hair suited his age, although it remained healthy and full. He wore spectacles to read and the newspapers were filled with items that stirred his old heart. He was eighty-two this year, and the world was changing. The people he had grown up with were falling away, one by one, and only Lazlo, ageless, rune-blessed, came calling anymore. How he managed to live completely on his own without anyone to care for him, Lazlo couldn't say.
"This is my home," Snowe answered quietly. Those were usually his last words in this argument. His house was small and silent, but it had been his now for nearly sixty years. He was an established and respected member of the community.
"Why couldn't Obel become your home?" Lazlo carried on. He remember when his father had reached this age and he had started to forget things. Actually, Lino's mind had begun its slow slide into oblivion even earlier than this. Snowe was remarkably sharp, but could his mind be counted on to last forever? And even if his mind could, surely at some point his body would fail him? Lazlo paled to think of Snowe coming to some kind of disastrous end, alone and hurt and afraid. "I'd see that you were taken care of, Snowe. I miss you. It's getting more difficult to come out here and visit without people causing a stir. I can't show my face so often anymore. There are people who know I'm not changing- people who don't know the reason why- and you know how dangerous it is for me to let the truth be known."
Lazlo reached out and wrapped Snowe's gnarled, white hands in his. Snowe shook his head slowly, "Lazlo... I miss the days when I could see you everyday. I miss the days when you visited me here often too. But I'm not going to last forever. You're going to have to let me go one day, and as I see it, gradually is better than all at once. I'm going to have to let go of you too."
"But Snowe..." Lazlo winced, drawing back his lower lip in an expression of pain. "I don't want to forget you."
"Who said 'forget?'" Snowe offered back a bittersweet smile. "I don't want you to forget me, Lazlo. And I don't want to forget you either. Not ever."
Day/Theme: May 8, 2010 "I'm afraid to forget you"
Series: Suikoden IV
Character/Pairing: Lazlo+/Snowe
Rating: G
"Snowe. Leave Razril. Come and stay with me." This was far from the first time Lazlo En Kuldes had come back from Obel to Razil to make this offer to his oldest and dearest friend, and with the way things were going, it looked like this might not be the last. Lazlo was starting to feel a bit desperate. They were getting old- and for Snowe, aging made a difference. He was stooped now and walked with the aid of a cane. His pale hair suited his age, although it remained healthy and full. He wore spectacles to read and the newspapers were filled with items that stirred his old heart. He was eighty-two this year, and the world was changing. The people he had grown up with were falling away, one by one, and only Lazlo, ageless, rune-blessed, came calling anymore. How he managed to live completely on his own without anyone to care for him, Lazlo couldn't say.
"This is my home," Snowe answered quietly. Those were usually his last words in this argument. His house was small and silent, but it had been his now for nearly sixty years. He was an established and respected member of the community.
"Why couldn't Obel become your home?" Lazlo carried on. He remember when his father had reached this age and he had started to forget things. Actually, Lino's mind had begun its slow slide into oblivion even earlier than this. Snowe was remarkably sharp, but could his mind be counted on to last forever? And even if his mind could, surely at some point his body would fail him? Lazlo paled to think of Snowe coming to some kind of disastrous end, alone and hurt and afraid. "I'd see that you were taken care of, Snowe. I miss you. It's getting more difficult to come out here and visit without people causing a stir. I can't show my face so often anymore. There are people who know I'm not changing- people who don't know the reason why- and you know how dangerous it is for me to let the truth be known."
Lazlo reached out and wrapped Snowe's gnarled, white hands in his. Snowe shook his head slowly, "Lazlo... I miss the days when I could see you everyday. I miss the days when you visited me here often too. But I'm not going to last forever. You're going to have to let me go one day, and as I see it, gradually is better than all at once. I'm going to have to let go of you too."
"But Snowe..." Lazlo winced, drawing back his lower lip in an expression of pain. "I don't want to forget you."
"Who said 'forget?'" Snowe offered back a bittersweet smile. "I don't want you to forget me, Lazlo. And I don't want to forget you either. Not ever."