Aloha!
Man, how long has it been? Since January or December? I could give you a whole variety of excuses for why I haven't been around, but you probably aren't interested, so I'll only give a few in brief terms.
My computer totally spazzed on me and wouldn't do anything without taking ten minutes to think about it. Fixed now, THANK GOD.
I got a pretty bad cold and was out of school for awhile. I couldn't look at a computer screen for very long without a pounding head.
I discovered the joy of Card Captor Sakura subbed. I started with the dub, and let me tell you was it awful. The subbed is so much better!
Family issues that I do not want to discuss.
And finally, basketball.
Done. So, please, find it in your hearts to forgive me and review.
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Brown
Eliwood stares at cold mound of dirt where his father had once rested. His hand reaches down and skims over the surface, disturbing the varying grains of soil. The night air turns his skin cold and his eyes wet, but he does not make a move to leave.
The funeral had been this afternoon, but Eliwood has been standing vigil long afterwards. His mother had left around an hour or so before, kissing his forehead and walking indoors. Now, it was just him and the unmoving lump of soil.
"Father…" he whispers, the wind picking up his word and spinning it about in the air around him, with a melancholy sort of celebration.
Father, Father, Father, it whispers in his ears, crying for him and screaming for him and mourning in all the ways Eliwood could not bring himself to do.
He kneels beside the grave, falling stiffly to his knees, his joints turned rusty by the long stillness. Both hand press against the mound that covers the body now, fisting the dirt in tight hands.
"Father…" he whispers again, and the wind falls quiet to see what he has to say.
But Eliwood does not say anymore, only places his head down between his hands. It comes close to touching the dirt, but hovers an inch away.
That doesn't matter very much. He can still only see brown.
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Hector watches the people clothed in black slowly march away, shaking off their sadness and going on with their day.
He is not so strong as to leave his brother's side easily. He has learned from that mistake. Nothing good comes of him leaving his brother. He should have stayed by his side like a good lord and everything would have been okay.
He can't even convince himself of that totally. What would have happened to Eliwood then? Would this be his friend's funeral, rather than his brother's?
But now is not the time for all of his what if's. Not in front of the freshly dug soil that covers his dear brother.
It is warm here in Ostia, much too nice a day to grieve. He would have usually been out sparring with the knights, not standing here in front of the cold soil.
But the brown soil covers someone important, and he cannot be nostalgic. He will only stay by his side a while longer. He will stay be his brother, even though he can't see him. He can only see the brown.
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So. Appropriately brown enough for you? Enough sadness? Tell me so that I can improve. I should get around to updating my other works soon too. Look forward to that okay?!
I'm thinking that this one was a little too short. That's what I'm worried about. So, try to tell me about that especially, okay?
I'm back! To stay! Hopefully…
Sayonara!
