Sabina Furter looked at Lance with a faint air of worry, "Lance,
you've put your corset on backward, dear."
Lance jumped, as if pulled from deep thought. He had been sitting on the palace steps, looking out upon the beach shore of Furter Estate. He turned his head to face his mother. His eyes were a green that matched the Earthen sea, and his brown hair was shoulder length. The curls were thinner than his father's.. In fact, he had just been thinking about him.. He smiled courteously, "Oh, have I?" He looked down at himself. His mother was right. Everything else looked nice, though.. He wished his dad could see the way he looked and be proud of him. He continued, "I'll switch it round, mother.." He unlaced the front, which was on his back, and took it off. Once he had donned it once again, correctly, he turned back to his previous position.
His mother persisted gently, gliding toward him, "Very nice.. Lance, you seem very distant lately.."
Lance waved it off, "I'm fine, Mom, really.." The waves crashed beyond the palace balcony on which he sat. He finally confided, "I just wish I could remember him.."
Sabina smiled thoughtfully, "Your dad?" She looked at the waves of the ocean as well, her eyes glowing with good favor, "Frank was wonderful.." She suddenly turned logically, "You wish you remembered him? My boy, you know there are photos around everywhere of him."
He nodded, "Yes.. But that's not what I meant.. I'll be the prince of Transylvania soon, and I.. I just wish I knew about him.. What made him great.. Why he failed.."
Sabina's eyes were grave, "I understand.. It's too bad, but you know.. He did fail, and you can never find out anything because he did so.. I can only tell you stories.."
He shifted, leaning his chin on bent knees, "He could be alive.."
His mother looked as though she was about to cry. She felt so badly for her son, because he had no father and because he never had the.. sheer pleasure.. of knowing Frank. "That's too much to hope for.. He's been gone almost twelve years now.."
Lance waited a moment before speaking. He wondered how stupid a child he must have been, not to have remembered his father. He regretted the fact that his two-year-old recollection did not include his creator. "Maybe he likes it on Earth.. Maybe he likes their culture.."
Sabina shook her head, "I doubt it.. Lance, he studied them before he went to Earth.. He relayed to me some of his information gatherings.. Earthens are hurt by meaningless sex, when it's just that, meaningless. They call it being unfaithful.. They also believe that 'rough' sex cannot possibly hold any loving feelings."
Lance chuckled, "That's ludicrous.. Both of the theories.. Stupid, really."
His mother was enthusiastic, "Indeed! Now, don't you think for a minute that Frank would be able to handle that as a lifestyle."
Lance stood, then turned to his mother, "I'm curious.. I want to go to Earth."
Sabina flinched, but said nothing. She had prepared herself for this the day that Riff and Magenta had returned that day, so many years ago. They stated that Frank had disappeared, never coming back from a scouting trip around Denton, USA. She had vowed right then and there that if Lance ever wanted to go to Earth, she would tell him he was forbidden. And then, later that night, she had decided just the opposite. Given the time to think about it, she realized that Lance would have to go.. He was Frank's son, and he would, by nature, return to his father's final resting place. She concluded that if he never came back, though she would be devastated, they would be together.
Lance had been waiting for a rejection, and was already planning a way to sneak off the planet. After a while, he asked tentatively, "Mom?"
She raised a meager hand, pointing behind her, "Go to Town Hall, rent a ship with my Moonlit Shores credit card, and come back here.. I'll pack your things.."
His eyes widened, "Really?"
She nodded, her eyes welling with tears, "Yes.. Just promise that you won't forget your old mom.."
He hugged her tight, his fishnets scratching against her own. When he released her, he was very earnest, "I swear I won't."
He hurried off then, ready for a solid answer to the question he had asked himself since age nine. He was fourteen now, and he felt long overdue of an explanation.
Lance jumped, as if pulled from deep thought. He had been sitting on the palace steps, looking out upon the beach shore of Furter Estate. He turned his head to face his mother. His eyes were a green that matched the Earthen sea, and his brown hair was shoulder length. The curls were thinner than his father's.. In fact, he had just been thinking about him.. He smiled courteously, "Oh, have I?" He looked down at himself. His mother was right. Everything else looked nice, though.. He wished his dad could see the way he looked and be proud of him. He continued, "I'll switch it round, mother.." He unlaced the front, which was on his back, and took it off. Once he had donned it once again, correctly, he turned back to his previous position.
His mother persisted gently, gliding toward him, "Very nice.. Lance, you seem very distant lately.."
Lance waved it off, "I'm fine, Mom, really.." The waves crashed beyond the palace balcony on which he sat. He finally confided, "I just wish I could remember him.."
Sabina smiled thoughtfully, "Your dad?" She looked at the waves of the ocean as well, her eyes glowing with good favor, "Frank was wonderful.." She suddenly turned logically, "You wish you remembered him? My boy, you know there are photos around everywhere of him."
He nodded, "Yes.. But that's not what I meant.. I'll be the prince of Transylvania soon, and I.. I just wish I knew about him.. What made him great.. Why he failed.."
Sabina's eyes were grave, "I understand.. It's too bad, but you know.. He did fail, and you can never find out anything because he did so.. I can only tell you stories.."
He shifted, leaning his chin on bent knees, "He could be alive.."
His mother looked as though she was about to cry. She felt so badly for her son, because he had no father and because he never had the.. sheer pleasure.. of knowing Frank. "That's too much to hope for.. He's been gone almost twelve years now.."
Lance waited a moment before speaking. He wondered how stupid a child he must have been, not to have remembered his father. He regretted the fact that his two-year-old recollection did not include his creator. "Maybe he likes it on Earth.. Maybe he likes their culture.."
Sabina shook her head, "I doubt it.. Lance, he studied them before he went to Earth.. He relayed to me some of his information gatherings.. Earthens are hurt by meaningless sex, when it's just that, meaningless. They call it being unfaithful.. They also believe that 'rough' sex cannot possibly hold any loving feelings."
Lance chuckled, "That's ludicrous.. Both of the theories.. Stupid, really."
His mother was enthusiastic, "Indeed! Now, don't you think for a minute that Frank would be able to handle that as a lifestyle."
Lance stood, then turned to his mother, "I'm curious.. I want to go to Earth."
Sabina flinched, but said nothing. She had prepared herself for this the day that Riff and Magenta had returned that day, so many years ago. They stated that Frank had disappeared, never coming back from a scouting trip around Denton, USA. She had vowed right then and there that if Lance ever wanted to go to Earth, she would tell him he was forbidden. And then, later that night, she had decided just the opposite. Given the time to think about it, she realized that Lance would have to go.. He was Frank's son, and he would, by nature, return to his father's final resting place. She concluded that if he never came back, though she would be devastated, they would be together.
Lance had been waiting for a rejection, and was already planning a way to sneak off the planet. After a while, he asked tentatively, "Mom?"
She raised a meager hand, pointing behind her, "Go to Town Hall, rent a ship with my Moonlit Shores credit card, and come back here.. I'll pack your things.."
His eyes widened, "Really?"
She nodded, her eyes welling with tears, "Yes.. Just promise that you won't forget your old mom.."
He hugged her tight, his fishnets scratching against her own. When he released her, he was very earnest, "I swear I won't."
He hurried off then, ready for a solid answer to the question he had asked himself since age nine. He was fourteen now, and he felt long overdue of an explanation.