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[May 22] [Suikoden III] House of the Dead
Title: House of the Dead
Day/Theme: May 22, 2010 "Love and fear in a house"
Series: Suikoden III (never-ending project is never-ending)
Character/Pairing: Erika & Annie
Rating: PG
"I can't live in that house anymore," Erika said. She was looking through the cabinets of the washroom, certain there had to be a mirror available somewhere around here. So far the best glimpse she'd caught of her altered face was in the glass of a windowpane. Forte had told Annie not to let Erika have any mirrors. The last thing she needed was to be feeling down about her appearance. Forte knew that much about women, however, he wasn't savvy enough to realize how much Erika probably already knew.
"Where're you gonna live then?" Annie inquired, leaning back against the open door. She had to act nonchalant so Erika wouldn't catch on that she had hidden all the mirror in her younger siblings' room. "Have you ever lived anywhere but that place down the street?"
"No, never. The same as you." She shut the drawer with a slight thunk and a sigh implied in her eyes. "But I have relatives on the mainland who I think would take me in." She had to say "think" because of being tainted by the plague. Not only tainted, but visibly scarred. She hadn't been able to fully appraise the damage yet, but she could feel the new-formed scars. "All the good memories in that place have been effaced by the horror and pain and fear."
When Erika spoke of her home, she instinctively turned her head in that direction, even here, where she couldn't see it. Annie didn't feel nearly the same about her home, even though her mother had died here. Maybe it was because she still had so much left here. Erika had lost her entire family. Maybe their personalities also played into it to a certain degree.
Erika gave up on the mirror, though she didn't actually say this aloud (she hated to admit defeat). Annie followed her out of the washroom. Although her scars took some getting used to, beyond them, Erika was still pretty. Of course, Annie didn't say that. She didn't think it would help.
"I wish Sasarai would take the torch to it," Erika declared with sudden vehemence. "That's what they do in some places where plague has been, right? Just like with the bodies? I want to see every last trace of it wiped away. Permanently." It didn't matter to Erika that the house and shop had belonged to four generations of her family. It didn't matter that she had been born and raised there. The sight of it sickened her now. Just as plague-buildings were purged by the inquisitors, Erika could only dream of burning her past away. It was a longing- like wanting to cauterize an open wound. Even if it was right, it was frightening.
Erika was still nice, but more than that, now, Annie found her frightening too. "Don't do anything rash, Erika...don't ask Sasarai that. Maybe you should sleep on it."
"I'll sleep on it, Annie. But I want you to find me a mirror." Annie startled. She had been outgunned and outmatched by the more sophisticated older girl. "I know that you know where they are." On that uncomfortable note, Erika swept up her borrowed skirt and swished away.
Day/Theme: May 22, 2010 "Love and fear in a house"
Series: Suikoden III (never-ending project is never-ending)
Character/Pairing: Erika & Annie
Rating: PG
"I can't live in that house anymore," Erika said. She was looking through the cabinets of the washroom, certain there had to be a mirror available somewhere around here. So far the best glimpse she'd caught of her altered face was in the glass of a windowpane. Forte had told Annie not to let Erika have any mirrors. The last thing she needed was to be feeling down about her appearance. Forte knew that much about women, however, he wasn't savvy enough to realize how much Erika probably already knew.
"Where're you gonna live then?" Annie inquired, leaning back against the open door. She had to act nonchalant so Erika wouldn't catch on that she had hidden all the mirror in her younger siblings' room. "Have you ever lived anywhere but that place down the street?"
"No, never. The same as you." She shut the drawer with a slight thunk and a sigh implied in her eyes. "But I have relatives on the mainland who I think would take me in." She had to say "think" because of being tainted by the plague. Not only tainted, but visibly scarred. She hadn't been able to fully appraise the damage yet, but she could feel the new-formed scars. "All the good memories in that place have been effaced by the horror and pain and fear."
When Erika spoke of her home, she instinctively turned her head in that direction, even here, where she couldn't see it. Annie didn't feel nearly the same about her home, even though her mother had died here. Maybe it was because she still had so much left here. Erika had lost her entire family. Maybe their personalities also played into it to a certain degree.
Erika gave up on the mirror, though she didn't actually say this aloud (she hated to admit defeat). Annie followed her out of the washroom. Although her scars took some getting used to, beyond them, Erika was still pretty. Of course, Annie didn't say that. She didn't think it would help.
"I wish Sasarai would take the torch to it," Erika declared with sudden vehemence. "That's what they do in some places where plague has been, right? Just like with the bodies? I want to see every last trace of it wiped away. Permanently." It didn't matter to Erika that the house and shop had belonged to four generations of her family. It didn't matter that she had been born and raised there. The sight of it sickened her now. Just as plague-buildings were purged by the inquisitors, Erika could only dream of burning her past away. It was a longing- like wanting to cauterize an open wound. Even if it was right, it was frightening.
Erika was still nice, but more than that, now, Annie found her frightening too. "Don't do anything rash, Erika...don't ask Sasarai that. Maybe you should sleep on it."
"I'll sleep on it, Annie. But I want you to find me a mirror." Annie startled. She had been outgunned and outmatched by the more sophisticated older girl. "I know that you know where they are." On that uncomfortable note, Erika swept up her borrowed skirt and swished away.