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[Aug. 20] [Suikoden III] I Feel So Far Away
Title: I Feel So Far Away
Day/Theme: Aug. 20, 2010 "home is where we are not"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Dios, etc.
Rating: G
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Budehuc Castle was nice, but it just wasn't Harmonia.
For Nash this wasn't a problem. He traveled all the time. He spent almost as much time out of his homeland as in it these days. He was a man of the continent now, even if he felt at peace in Harmonia in a way he never did away.
For Geddoe and Queen this was a non-issue. They had never considered themselves Harmonians to begin with. That they were at all was only a turn of empire and bureaucracy.
For Dios and Sasarai, this was an issue of some importance. It hit Dios first. He was sitting at one of the white metal tables that made up the main seating at Mamie's cafe. It was rather like a small restaurant one might come across in the streets of one of Crystal Valley's ritzier districts or in any of the other major cities of Harmonia. The ambiance was nice. The ocean wasn't exactly what he thought of when he dreamed about his home, but that wasn't because Harmonia lacked in coastline, it was just not the part of the country he had lived in.
It was the food that did it. The texture of the bread. The flavoring of the soup. The weak way she served the tea. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with emotion. Kina...Darren...Catherine... He missed them. Even if the odds were high that he and Kina would be arguing if they were together, he would still chose that familiar unhappiness over this foreign comfort. He put his head down in his arms upon the table and tried not to sob.
"I'm homesick, sir," Dios explained his troubles away with a wave of the hand. He didn't want to bring the bishop down any further. Certainly he had enough depressing thoughts of his own to consider. And at the time, this worked. Sasarai enjoyed the novelty of living in this unusual place far more than his adjunct did, so he remained content.
Perhaps he didn't miss the food because Dios went to such an effort to procure the proper meals for him and to fix his tea just the way he liked it. In the end, for Sasarai, it was the lack of religious context that did it. St. Faldor's day came. And he waited to see something. To hear something. Some sign of belief in or fondness for the wise, beloved saint. Faldor was liked outside of Harmonia's current borders after all. He was a notable figure in the founding of the former Highland Kingdom. But the bishop would only be disappointed. There was nothing. No special greetings, no prayers, no repetition of the saint's stories, no theological discussion, no street corner theater, no holiday food, no services.
Faldor was not a minor saint. Sasarai hung around the bottom of the main staircase, frowning. He didn't see or hear anything he expected to. He didn't quite know what to do with himself.
"Okikai," Dios greeted him. "St. Faldor's Day, right?" His own forced smile dropped at the sight of Sasarai's downcast expression. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh...okay. I suppose I just forgot where I was. I forgot what to expect." Which was nothing. Suddenly he felt very far from home. Suddenly he was afraid that he never would go home. "Okikai," he answered. A holy day. What a distance. What a day.
Day/Theme: Aug. 20, 2010 "home is where we are not"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Dios, etc.
Rating: G
Wow, I just realized this was post #10,000! :D Congratulations,
31_days!!Budehuc Castle was nice, but it just wasn't Harmonia.
For Nash this wasn't a problem. He traveled all the time. He spent almost as much time out of his homeland as in it these days. He was a man of the continent now, even if he felt at peace in Harmonia in a way he never did away.
For Geddoe and Queen this was a non-issue. They had never considered themselves Harmonians to begin with. That they were at all was only a turn of empire and bureaucracy.
For Dios and Sasarai, this was an issue of some importance. It hit Dios first. He was sitting at one of the white metal tables that made up the main seating at Mamie's cafe. It was rather like a small restaurant one might come across in the streets of one of Crystal Valley's ritzier districts or in any of the other major cities of Harmonia. The ambiance was nice. The ocean wasn't exactly what he thought of when he dreamed about his home, but that wasn't because Harmonia lacked in coastline, it was just not the part of the country he had lived in.
It was the food that did it. The texture of the bread. The flavoring of the soup. The weak way she served the tea. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with emotion. Kina...Darren...Catherine... He missed them. Even if the odds were high that he and Kina would be arguing if they were together, he would still chose that familiar unhappiness over this foreign comfort. He put his head down in his arms upon the table and tried not to sob.
"I'm homesick, sir," Dios explained his troubles away with a wave of the hand. He didn't want to bring the bishop down any further. Certainly he had enough depressing thoughts of his own to consider. And at the time, this worked. Sasarai enjoyed the novelty of living in this unusual place far more than his adjunct did, so he remained content.
Perhaps he didn't miss the food because Dios went to such an effort to procure the proper meals for him and to fix his tea just the way he liked it. In the end, for Sasarai, it was the lack of religious context that did it. St. Faldor's day came. And he waited to see something. To hear something. Some sign of belief in or fondness for the wise, beloved saint. Faldor was liked outside of Harmonia's current borders after all. He was a notable figure in the founding of the former Highland Kingdom. But the bishop would only be disappointed. There was nothing. No special greetings, no prayers, no repetition of the saint's stories, no theological discussion, no street corner theater, no holiday food, no services.
Faldor was not a minor saint. Sasarai hung around the bottom of the main staircase, frowning. He didn't see or hear anything he expected to. He didn't quite know what to do with himself.
"Okikai," Dios greeted him. "St. Faldor's Day, right?" His own forced smile dropped at the sight of Sasarai's downcast expression. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh...okay. I suppose I just forgot where I was. I forgot what to expect." Which was nothing. Suddenly he felt very far from home. Suddenly he was afraid that he never would go home. "Okikai," he answered. A holy day. What a distance. What a day.