Disclaimer: I don't own Megaman, Capcom does, and this isn't for money. It is for . . TEH MONKEY! Dance Data DANCE! *giggle*
Anyways, on to the story.
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Tears
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Why am I the only one with tears?
The only one to cry, to weep, the be able to mourn as humans do.
Ice's eyes are dry, even as he shakes with sobs that I nearly fear will tear him apart. His head rests on my shoulder, simply letting me hold him as he tries to find some release for his emotions. My elder brother, so much smaller than I . . . why does he have to feel this pain? No words can comfort him, not now, not in the direct face of yet another rejection.
Not that I can blame her.
Gentle, sweet Roll . . and still at least indirectly related to Ice as well, despite Da having overhauled him anywhere from four to twenty times already. A touch to the cheek, as Ice pulls back, his eyes showing puzzlement through the pain. He looks to his fingers, where my tears slowly freeze upon his metal.
"Why do you still cry?"
"Because you hurt."
I know my tears have a practical reason, tied in with the second meaning of my name, but this shouldn't be denied my siblings . . . they feel as much as I do, need some way to express their pain . . . .
"Thank you, Plant."
But until that happens, I will continue to weep for them.
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Anyways, on to the story.
~*~*@*~*~
Tears
~*~*@*~*~
Why am I the only one with tears?
The only one to cry, to weep, the be able to mourn as humans do.
Ice's eyes are dry, even as he shakes with sobs that I nearly fear will tear him apart. His head rests on my shoulder, simply letting me hold him as he tries to find some release for his emotions. My elder brother, so much smaller than I . . . why does he have to feel this pain? No words can comfort him, not now, not in the direct face of yet another rejection.
Not that I can blame her.
Gentle, sweet Roll . . and still at least indirectly related to Ice as well, despite Da having overhauled him anywhere from four to twenty times already. A touch to the cheek, as Ice pulls back, his eyes showing puzzlement through the pain. He looks to his fingers, where my tears slowly freeze upon his metal.
"Why do you still cry?"
"Because you hurt."
I know my tears have a practical reason, tied in with the second meaning of my name, but this shouldn't be denied my siblings . . . they feel as much as I do, need some way to express their pain . . . .
"Thank you, Plant."
But until that happens, I will continue to weep for them.
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