What is this you may ask? It's something completely out of my comfort zone to get rid of my writers block and dive a bit into the depth of a character. This will be a series of very *very* short drabbles of snapshots of the life of Philippe de Chagny because I've become a touch obsessed with him here recently and I think he needs some love! So here we go! This is cannon time period, set in France and Leroux. Don't know if this will get any attention or not since it isn't E/C, but it doesn't matter because my heart needed to write this.
He had always wanted a brother.
He supposed that his cousins would do, but they were all so much older than him and never seemed to have time to sit and play boats with him. There were of course his sisters to think of but they were both too young and besides, girls didn't understand how to properly play battleships like other boys did. They only cared of dolls and dresses and candies. Which left mother and father…and a large, locked wooden door between him and them.
(Mother was always so kind and her pockets were always full of sweets, but there were babies to tend to, and he didn't much care for babies. Father was kind too...but a different kind of kind. Gentle and safe, always the first to scoop him up and whirl him around the room or set him up on his knee to read him stories.)
(Both were always busy now that Grandfather had went away. His mother had said that he had gone on a trip to heaven to visit Grandmother and that it took a long time to get there...so long that Father would have to do his job for him now.)
(He secretly wished Grandfather had stayed here instead. Father had more time to play with him then.)
An empty bathtub, a wooden sailboat and his imagination would have to do for today he supposed.
Yes, he would've much preferred a brother.
To be continued...