Note: M!Kris
It was a cloudy, yet strangely bright day, although the cold managed to mess up most of the weather. Yet, it is not characteristic for Kris not to do this every single year, at least on this date.
He ran his hands over the tombstones, a bunch of fresh flowers from the local florist laid on their land, the ground still barren, the affects of winter still not leaving the land.
But that was fine.
He crouched down at the first tomb, one built for couples, staring deeply into the empty words and the empty name and the empty date. His grandfather and grandmother. He remembered how once, some time ago, he affectionately called his grandfather "Gran" and the grandmother he never knew "Grans".
The largest tomb and ran his hands over the engraved words, the engraved name, the engraved date. His father. He could not hold onto anything of his except for the last sword he made before his death, unfinished and remaining undone for the rest of eternity.
The next also had an engraving of an angel along with the stone words, the stone name, the stone date. His mother. An angel of life, snatched away from this world by the angel of death, by the burning coldness of illness.
And the smallest, nothing more than a plaque with meaningless words, worthless dates, an unknown name. His twin sister. Stolen away brutally from his life, leaving nothing more than a bloodied, blue scarf behind, the same scarf that he wore every single day, unable to let it go. The tails to his heads, the sword to his soldier, the knight to his prince, the only other person that completed the last part of his empty half to make him whole.
All four, and countless others, gone, leaving him out in the dust of Doluna.
He had seen many leave, and was now already numb to the pain, yet he couldn't help but wonder, was this all he can do, just simply watch people die? Even he had questioned the reason why he served his Liege so faithfully. If he was like anyone else he personally knew... wouldn't he be gone one day before him as well, to leave him... alone?
Perhaps he was trying to divert fate from its path.
He stood up and wrapped the thick coat around himself even more, retreating to the only inn in Sera Village, his hometown. Packing up his things, he bid farewell to the people he was familiar with, mounted his horse, and rode away to the Altean capital. He had already asked for a day off to visit his hometown.
Funny how he never really told anyone his birthday. He took time to remember the birthdays of everyone he knew, even going are far to his subordinates. Why, he didn't exactly know, and he didn't care. Which sort of brings up the question: who will remember his birthday?
He tied up his horse in the stables and headed inside, softly speaking greetings to his fellow knights until he reached his room. It was well into the night now as he slid off his armor. He was about to wrap the blankets around him and call it a night when there was knocking on the door. Groaning, he opened it. Outside was the smiling King of Kings, holding a wrapped package in his hands. He looked side to side for any onlookers before giving him a kiss on the cheek and thrusting the gift onto his hands.
"Happy Birthday, Kris."
He smiled.
So someone did remember.
Mini (Guest): Pfft I know, I was just being over-dramatic. You're welcome.
Gunlord500: Awe, thanks!
xenocanaan: And here it is.
Rinnie (Guest): Awe, thank you for the compliment, and you're welcome. I feel very blessed right now. :3 Oh, and this is your OTP too? That makes two of us.
A/N:
Yeaup. Today's my birthday, and I'm planning to celebrate it by spamming the readers with updates and constantly listening to Tsux Namine's cover of "Mirage Dragoon". Whee.
Was this sad? Nope, it's not sad.