Post by rubberduck on May 6, 2009 19:06:37 GMT 10
Title: The Pain of Growing Up
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A young man learning to deal with his grieving.
Warning: Some may think it to be a little incestuous.
A/N: I did have this up on FF.net but I've rewritten a small part of it and put it up here!
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There was sadness in his deep brown eyes; they almost seemed black, chasm like. No one else seemed to notice it though, except for the little bird sitting beside him. His aunt had liked the birds, and he could understand why. They knew when to give comfort, unlike the adults that bustled about him, seeming to weave around him without actually seeing him. His aunt had always noticed him, told him all the time that he reminded her of her; the silent type, always something brewing underneath.
He hadn’t wanted to go to page training; he’d almost opted to go to the university instead. His aunt, who he’d found giant-like and intimidating, had convinced him otherwise. Told him of adventures that she’d experienced, adventures his Pa had never told him of. His eyes had clouded over; dreamy. Just like his aunt’s. Thinking of the adventures he could run off and have with her. Yes, he’d decided, I’m going to be like my aunt.
It had seemed so simple, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t realised it earlier. Knights were remembered, scholars weren’t even remembered by their scrolls.
Suddenly his mourn turned into anger; he was almost knighted! It was the fall before he was to be knighted, couldn’t she have waited? They never even had the chance to run off on their adventures, she’d promised him! How was he meant to get through his Ordeal now, without her? She was what pulled him through his training, even going so far as to ask Seaver to take him on as squire, when he’d been approached by only desk knights.
Just as quickly as it came, the anger was gone, in its place was a feeling of great remorse. His Aunty Kelly always thought the best in him, and now here he was blaming her for her own death. The corners of his slim mouth twitch slightly in memory; the scowl she’d give him when he called her Aunty Kelly, and how it dissolved when he pretended to look worried. There wasn’t anyone like his aunt, and he’d never find another woman to replace her in his heart.
Lack of leg movement on his left told him someone had finally noticed him, looking up he recognised the only face that might possibly understand him. “Da...” He choked out. “She…”
“I know, Lochie. I know…” Anders replied. He rested a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder, as the boy he knew finally grew into a man as he sobbed.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A young man learning to deal with his grieving.
Warning: Some may think it to be a little incestuous.
A/N: I did have this up on FF.net but I've rewritten a small part of it and put it up here!
~~~~~~
There was sadness in his deep brown eyes; they almost seemed black, chasm like. No one else seemed to notice it though, except for the little bird sitting beside him. His aunt had liked the birds, and he could understand why. They knew when to give comfort, unlike the adults that bustled about him, seeming to weave around him without actually seeing him. His aunt had always noticed him, told him all the time that he reminded her of her; the silent type, always something brewing underneath.
He hadn’t wanted to go to page training; he’d almost opted to go to the university instead. His aunt, who he’d found giant-like and intimidating, had convinced him otherwise. Told him of adventures that she’d experienced, adventures his Pa had never told him of. His eyes had clouded over; dreamy. Just like his aunt’s. Thinking of the adventures he could run off and have with her. Yes, he’d decided, I’m going to be like my aunt.
It had seemed so simple, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t realised it earlier. Knights were remembered, scholars weren’t even remembered by their scrolls.
Suddenly his mourn turned into anger; he was almost knighted! It was the fall before he was to be knighted, couldn’t she have waited? They never even had the chance to run off on their adventures, she’d promised him! How was he meant to get through his Ordeal now, without her? She was what pulled him through his training, even going so far as to ask Seaver to take him on as squire, when he’d been approached by only desk knights.
Just as quickly as it came, the anger was gone, in its place was a feeling of great remorse. His Aunty Kelly always thought the best in him, and now here he was blaming her for her own death. The corners of his slim mouth twitch slightly in memory; the scowl she’d give him when he called her Aunty Kelly, and how it dissolved when he pretended to look worried. There wasn’t anyone like his aunt, and he’d never find another woman to replace her in his heart.
Lack of leg movement on his left told him someone had finally noticed him, looking up he recognised the only face that might possibly understand him. “Da...” He choked out. “She…”
“I know, Lochie. I know…” Anders replied. He rested a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder, as the boy he knew finally grew into a man as he sobbed.