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[Jan. 22] [Tales of Rebirth] Afraid of the Future, Live in the Present
Title: Afraid of the Future, Live in the Present
Day/Theme: Jan. 22, 2011 "Topical monologues"
Series: Tales of Rebirth
Character/Pairing: Annie & Mao, Eugene
Rating: PG
Author's comment: set considerably post-game.
"Do you still sing songs like that?" Annie wondered. Mao wasn't such a little kid anymore, although he continued to impress upon her his optimism and zest for life, both of which he held in such quantity that he appeared much younger than his current chronological age, so she couldn't rule out the possibility entirely.
"You mean the ones I make up on the spot?" He smiled, a tight turn of his lips that spread into a toothy grin. "Yeah, I still do." It had been a long time since anyone had asked him about that. It left him feeling nostalgic. The only person who really heard his songs these days was Eugene, who had never asked much about them. He and Mao had spent their lives together. An easy familiarity existed between them.
"Heh heh, you've never changed a bit," the doctor laughed. Was it a happy or unhappy counterbalance to the approach of age she saw in the gray coming into Eugene's fur and the slowing of his body in battle? Mao was a lot younger than Eugene, but they had rarely been apart for the entirety of Mao's life. What would happen to him at that sad, but inevitable junction, when Eugene passed from this world? She wanted to ask him, "Have you thought about what you're going to do when Eugene is gone?" but at the same time, she couldn't bear to ask. She had always been one of the practical ones, but didn't mean she enjoyed coming off as overly pragmatic or cruel.
"So, tell me about your songs. What have you been singing about lately?" she asked instead.
"Uh...well, it's kind of the usual stuff, Annie. I just sing about things that I notice as I'm going about my day. Funny things or seasonal things or whatever catches my eye. Like...all the fur twisted up, guru guru, in Eugene's brush, or the swish swish of the waves rolling up along the sand. ...Did you know we live near the ocean again? Eugene likes to walk on the beach." Mao's eyes shone as his mind cast back to some perfect moment he had shared with his friend, his almost-father. Annie tried not to cringe. She remembered how much she had loved her father. The greater the love, the harder the parting.
"It's never been hard for me though," Mao's mind returned to the present, "I've always just been doing it. I sing whatever comes to mind."
"Hmm." She couldn't imagine there could be much more to it anyway. Mao was pretty much a free spirit. While he clearly lived in the real world, Annie thought Mao's universe was heavily embroidered upon with all the fancies that fluttered through his mind. "It must be nice to be so easy-going."
"You're just too high-strung, Annie," he laughed back.
Day/Theme: Jan. 22, 2011 "Topical monologues"
Series: Tales of Rebirth
Character/Pairing: Annie & Mao, Eugene
Rating: PG
Author's comment: set considerably post-game.
"Do you still sing songs like that?" Annie wondered. Mao wasn't such a little kid anymore, although he continued to impress upon her his optimism and zest for life, both of which he held in such quantity that he appeared much younger than his current chronological age, so she couldn't rule out the possibility entirely.
"You mean the ones I make up on the spot?" He smiled, a tight turn of his lips that spread into a toothy grin. "Yeah, I still do." It had been a long time since anyone had asked him about that. It left him feeling nostalgic. The only person who really heard his songs these days was Eugene, who had never asked much about them. He and Mao had spent their lives together. An easy familiarity existed between them.
"Heh heh, you've never changed a bit," the doctor laughed. Was it a happy or unhappy counterbalance to the approach of age she saw in the gray coming into Eugene's fur and the slowing of his body in battle? Mao was a lot younger than Eugene, but they had rarely been apart for the entirety of Mao's life. What would happen to him at that sad, but inevitable junction, when Eugene passed from this world? She wanted to ask him, "Have you thought about what you're going to do when Eugene is gone?" but at the same time, she couldn't bear to ask. She had always been one of the practical ones, but didn't mean she enjoyed coming off as overly pragmatic or cruel.
"So, tell me about your songs. What have you been singing about lately?" she asked instead.
"Uh...well, it's kind of the usual stuff, Annie. I just sing about things that I notice as I'm going about my day. Funny things or seasonal things or whatever catches my eye. Like...all the fur twisted up, guru guru, in Eugene's brush, or the swish swish of the waves rolling up along the sand. ...Did you know we live near the ocean again? Eugene likes to walk on the beach." Mao's eyes shone as his mind cast back to some perfect moment he had shared with his friend, his almost-father. Annie tried not to cringe. She remembered how much she had loved her father. The greater the love, the harder the parting.
"It's never been hard for me though," Mao's mind returned to the present, "I've always just been doing it. I sing whatever comes to mind."
"Hmm." She couldn't imagine there could be much more to it anyway. Mao was pretty much a free spirit. While he clearly lived in the real world, Annie thought Mao's universe was heavily embroidered upon with all the fancies that fluttered through his mind. "It must be nice to be so easy-going."
"You're just too high-strung, Annie," he laughed back.