The Speechless and the Cloudless
Hi!
This is my first SuFin story… I apologize for my grammatical mistakes, English is my second language. I hope you'll like it
Prologue
Imagine an ordinary class somewhere in London, somewhere in a middle school. You get boys, girls, smartasses and dumbs, you think about the rich and the poor members, the small groups of friends with different people. There are nerds, the silent girls or boys who never talk to anyone else except their best friends, the computer-maniac boys chatting about a new game, the boys who are great in athletics or basketball and their girlfriends cheerleading the hell out of those alpha males. The chief of the class, who represents these people in the Student Council always sit in the front lines, and they think no one can ever say anything against their opinion. Well, that's for an average class.
In our case, we would get some extras. Let's think about a boy who is short, he has a normal, but still tiny shape, violet eyes, his smile is charming, kind and heart-warming just as his simple appearance. He brings joy to the conversations, he can sing pretty well and he is not bad with the girls either, thanks to his soft, silky blond hair. He likes mathematics, physics but he is fine with literature too because since he loves talking, he can understand the feelings of those romantic writers who decided to write hundreds of pages about emotions and fates. He is among the popular people in the class and the school as well; somehow, despite his appearance and his personality, no one bullies or hurts him. There is no logical reason to hurt Timo, and of course, he is always surrounded with his friends. He is from Finland, therefore he is considered to be "exotic". There is a kind of strangeness in him; he thinks totally differently about the weather, about life, about the things we do everyday; there is a thing he calls "sisu", and when he does something incredible; learning whole poems in two days, writing three A+ tests in one single day, succeeding in school competitions, while he spends almost every afternoon with his friends in town, he tends to answer this: "The susi made me do it." Also, he has a small metal hammer in his neck he calls "Mjölnir". Certainly, just from telling this paragraph about him, you can feel he is not a simple person.
There is another student, who can't be listed anywhere. He is tall, he has silver-framed glasses, short blond hair, and his eyes are like two blue gems, observing the smaller groups with his usual glare, which is cutting, shines like the crystal clear ocean's water. He is alone, however he can be considered handsome, his body is light built just as his father's was long time ago, when he had been in the same age. This particular boy doesn't have to wear expensive pieces of clothes to look noble, he doesn't even have those. He sits in the back of the classroom since he is tall, but the other reason is, that teachers don't have to worry about his behavior. This boy is silent, you could say he has no emotions to show since he hardly ever lets anything to be seen on his face. He likes reading, but he is not a book-nerd, he likes science but he is not keen on enough to join the clubs of the school. Usually he just draws, listens to music and tries to improve his English. His knowledge is deep, but because of the lack of speech, his pronunciation is rough, based on a deep, manly, mature voice of his.
Friends? He doesn't really have a lot, due to his silent nature, the members of the class hardly ever have chance to hear his voice, unless he is being called on lessons. He sits calmly like a statue; his right hand lies on the light-brown desk, while the left holds his jaw, resting on the elbow. You might think he is daydreaming or just reading a compulsory book in front of himself, and you might find yourself mistaken again. His desk is empty and clean, the pens are in their case, and the books are laying on themselves strictly on the right corner. He is not amused at the others' jokes, he is not interested in the stories which he hears from his left side, his eyes are busy with looking at one particular person, his friends surrounding him.
This person, you would say his crush, and he would just roll his eyes and say, the only person who is not afraid of him. They know each other from the beginning of middle school and this is it. They come from the same geographical area, himself from Sweden, the person from Finland. They talk on the way from school, they lend pens and papers to each other… this is it. They boy is much more smaller then him, just reaches his collarbone, but he has a bit longer hair, bright violet eyes and kind, friendly smile on his face, whenever they talk. Their interests could be the same if the smaller would spend more time studying, however the taller knew, his friend has great talent in mathematics. He himself found physics more understandable on the basic level, but geography and biology were his main fields. Years ago, when he was transported to London from his step-parents, Berwald Oxenstierna learned, how it is in real, to learn everything by himself and not for the sake of his substituted parents' pride. But for his own progress, Timo Vainamoinen was the complete opposite.
This is a story about the Speechless and the Cloudless.