Standard Note: I don't own the characters mentioned, just the tect. (this is getting really tiresome... then again I really don't want to get sued.)
Rating: K, because nothing bad is in here.
Word count: 159... it's my shortest drabble, but I'm proud of it.
A quick musing on Capitan Vidal's feelings toward his father in Pan's Labyrinth, which is probably one of my favorite films, and is definitely my favorite foreign Film (too bad it got snubbed out of that oscar those few years ago. I was highly disspointed)
Enjoy!
Capitan Vidal stared at the watch. His father's watch. He hated it. The way it ticked. The way it mocked his life, his legacy.
Everyone knew the story behind this watch. How Vidal's father had smashed on a rock before he died, letting hiss on no the exact time he drew his last breath.
So much honor, such an incredible legacy.
How Vidal hungered for that. It dominated him. Every second, he looked only for way to earn honor somewhere near what his father had. If Vidal's life ended with anything less he was a failure. It was that simple.
And so Vidal searched... no hunted for a woman to bear his child, his son.
He needed a son, so that he could leave a legacy too. So that this son could receive that same watch, after Vidal had smashed it at the moment of his death...
Yes, what relief that would bring, mused Vidal.
The watch ticked on.