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[Dec. 29] [Suikoden III] Isolated
Title: Isolated
Day/Theme: Dec. 29, 2011 "just him in his hall of mirrors"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Hikusaak, Sasarai, various OCs
Rating: PG
"Tell me about my son."
Hikusaak's usually sleepy eyes had cleared. Today or for this moment, at least, he was living in the here and now. "You could go see him yourself," Hikami suggested. Shouldn’t he? What was stopping him?
The chief priest shook his head. “No, I only have a moment. Just tell me.”
Why only a moment? Hikami and Somme exchanged a weighted glance that didn’t correspond to any particular words. His Holiness was an enigma; they were here not to question, but to serve.
“Is he like me?”
In what way? “He’s very clever,” Mother Somme said.
Sometimes, Hikusaak did see Sasarai. But never in Sasarai’s quarters, always in his own. There were books and charts aplenty, alchemic tools piled high and often covered with dust- a thousand things to catch the eyes and imagination of a small boy. Fathers lived in their own worlds, tending to their own work and goals and desires. Wasn’t that how it was for everyone? He had little basis for comparison.
“How are your studies?”
“They’re fine,” Sasarai twisted the end of one long, white sleeve between his fingers. What else could one tell the chief priest? Not about any unhappiness.
“You’re a tool of your father.” That was the prevailing sentiment surrounding the young bishop at the time of his appointment. While he could understand how others might come to this conclusion, Sasarai would smile to himself at how silly it seemed. He was a puppet of a man who spoke to him a handful of times in a year? How was that?
It was a disappointment to Lucas Orsini. “You…don’t have his ear? …Not at all?”
“Not at all.” Lucas was funny. Maybe Sasarai appreciated how his schemes were so transparent. “Sometimes he calls me by the wrong name.”
“Tell me about Chief Priest Hikusaak,” Arradia’s ambassador, Prince Takeyo ben Ara asked.
Sasarai wrinkled his nose. “Aside from the general historic stuff, I’m not sure that’s a very interesting subject.”
“But he’s your father,” Takeyo insisted, “It’s like someone asked me about my mother the queen- you must know him better than anyone else, and things hidden from others besides.”
“What I know about my father, everyone else knows,” Sasarai insisted.
“Then, perhaps another way of approaching the subject- how are you and he most alike?”
“We are…” it was easy to know, but hard to say, “Both alone.”
Day/Theme: Dec. 29, 2011 "just him in his hall of mirrors"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Hikusaak, Sasarai, various OCs
Rating: PG
"Tell me about my son."
Hikusaak's usually sleepy eyes had cleared. Today or for this moment, at least, he was living in the here and now. "You could go see him yourself," Hikami suggested. Shouldn’t he? What was stopping him?
The chief priest shook his head. “No, I only have a moment. Just tell me.”
Why only a moment? Hikami and Somme exchanged a weighted glance that didn’t correspond to any particular words. His Holiness was an enigma; they were here not to question, but to serve.
“Is he like me?”
In what way? “He’s very clever,” Mother Somme said.
Sometimes, Hikusaak did see Sasarai. But never in Sasarai’s quarters, always in his own. There were books and charts aplenty, alchemic tools piled high and often covered with dust- a thousand things to catch the eyes and imagination of a small boy. Fathers lived in their own worlds, tending to their own work and goals and desires. Wasn’t that how it was for everyone? He had little basis for comparison.
“How are your studies?”
“They’re fine,” Sasarai twisted the end of one long, white sleeve between his fingers. What else could one tell the chief priest? Not about any unhappiness.
“You’re a tool of your father.” That was the prevailing sentiment surrounding the young bishop at the time of his appointment. While he could understand how others might come to this conclusion, Sasarai would smile to himself at how silly it seemed. He was a puppet of a man who spoke to him a handful of times in a year? How was that?
It was a disappointment to Lucas Orsini. “You…don’t have his ear? …Not at all?”
“Not at all.” Lucas was funny. Maybe Sasarai appreciated how his schemes were so transparent. “Sometimes he calls me by the wrong name.”
“Tell me about Chief Priest Hikusaak,” Arradia’s ambassador, Prince Takeyo ben Ara asked.
Sasarai wrinkled his nose. “Aside from the general historic stuff, I’m not sure that’s a very interesting subject.”
“But he’s your father,” Takeyo insisted, “It’s like someone asked me about my mother the queen- you must know him better than anyone else, and things hidden from others besides.”
“What I know about my father, everyone else knows,” Sasarai insisted.
“Then, perhaps another way of approaching the subject- how are you and he most alike?”
“We are…” it was easy to know, but hard to say, “Both alone.”