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07 January 2007 @ 05:34 pm

Title: Sliver of Gold
Fandom: Suikoden V
Pairing/Characters: GIzelxSialeeds, Marscal, Arshtat
Summary: A look at Gizel Godwin and Sialeeds Falenas through their years together and years apart, as strangers, as victims of arrnaged marriage, as lovers and as enemies.
Disclaimer: Suikoden V and characters, porperties of KCTE.

17 December 2006 @ 09:47 am
Fandom: Suikoden III
Pairing: Jacques x Aila
Theme set: Beta
Rating: PG, really. These two are the innocent ones. ^___^;
Author’s Note: Chronological order, yo. ^___^ For once in my life, I tried.

( He feels bad that his arrows were never enough to save her home, but then, he figures, she wouldn’t be here with him if that had been the case, would she? )
22 November 2006 @ 10:26 pm
-14. Fire-

Years ago, when Lucia had consoled Luce on the loss of her son, the words and touches had been, somehow, lacking. Yes, Lucia had been moved, lost, even enraged; yet, selfishly, relieved that it had not been her own son, who had also been there. Proud, that her Hugo was a survivor. For a moment, proud of herself, that she had better raised her own son than Luce hers.

She knew, then, when those feelings rose up and were harshly doused by her conscience, that she could not possibly understand what Luce was feeling. And she prayed, even as she held her bereaved friend, that she would never have to know such grief.

Now--decades later--in the dark of her tent, she clutches the sheathed swords of her own fallen son, shivering as the hope from her past flickers and dies.
08 October 2006 @ 09:41 pm
Due to conflicts around the board, Cray's Bachelor Party will be played later in the week. Bring your boys for some drunken revelry!
Date: TBA.
Time: After 6PM EDT...cuz that's when I'll be home from work. :D
08 October 2006 @ 04:56 pm

“I don’t think it is going to let up,” Odessa said as she stared forlornly out the window. “We’re going to be here another night.”

She shook her head before turning back around. Damn the rain. It had been falling for nearly three days straight, flooding the sewers that the Liberation Army used as a hideout and thus chasing Odessa and her followers to the surface. She had ordered them to scatter to nearby towns and remain inconspicuous until the water level dropped.

Her companion put his hands on her shoulders. “Perhaps one of others will recruit more to the cause or learn a weakness of the Imperials that we can exploit.”

She smiled, still looking out the window as if her gaze could force the downpour to stop. “Always looking for the silver lining, aren’t you?”

“You taught me that,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss the side of her neck.

Tilting her head to encourage him, a contented sigh slipped from between her lips. Let the rains come, she thought.
12 September 2006 @ 08:36 pm

-20. Blight-

 The strongest man in the world took eight and a half hours of direct melee to kill. He held his own against Lightning Flik, leveled Viktor the Unvanquishable to his knees, and flung the son of Genkaku face-first into the oldest oak in the forest. He broke Luc's casting hand--True Wind went temporarily insane--shattered the iai sword of Georg Prime, crushed one of Valeria's knees, and burned off nearly all of Rina's luscious black hair. He nearly sliced Sheena Lepant in half lengthwise, pulverized Sid's left leg almost beyond repair, strangled Bolgan into a weeklong coma, and punted Gengen thirty yards away, so that when Tuta finally found the little Kobold it was nearly too late.

 Anyone who could still stand chased him to the cliffs, where Shu (unscathed, sixty yards away) waved an elegant hand and had the mad prince filled with arrows. Even then, he fought on until sunrise, stalemating in single combat with the son of Genkaku, who ultimately beat the prince to a kneel and bashed one of the arrows deep enough into his chest to rend a lung.

 Even then, the prince clamored to stand, and railed and raved until the horizon was red. He finally collapsed into the long shadow of a dead tree.

 It was another three weeks before Shu could mobilize the troops at all.

-11. Change-

 After a while, Lorelai found, one set of ruins did look just like another.

 The Sindar left footprints, left, right, left, right, but they never changed their shoes.

23 August 2006 @ 06:10 pm



Cosplay Suikoden?

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Cross-posted to excess.
14 July 2006 @ 11:54 pm
Title: The games we play
Game: Suikoden V
Rating: T
Genre: Drama
Characters: Skald Egan, Ferid, Prince
Warnings: Spoilers for Ferid’s connections to the Island Nations and pre-visit to Nirva Island.
Word Count: 1506
Summary: Ferid and his father want to remember, though admitting it might kill them.


19 June 2006 @ 12:39 am
-16. Water-

Borus learned early on not to mistake his wife for Lady Chris.

There were, of course, similarities--Gwendolyn, Lynnie, no matter which you called her, her father was Leo Gallen, after all--but they began and ended, branching off like tributaries into the same wide river.

His wife had been a very small child during the Second Fire Bringer War, and would not have known the Silver Maiden even in name alone. She had been raised in peace and economic surplus, with her father home from the field and eventually, retired. She had trained with a sword, and been not so bad at it, for a girl of her stature and inclinations, but she thought only in terms of defense of self and home and kept her blade in the bedroom armoire, and the closest she had ever worn to armor was a colander atop her head, at play when she was six.

He knew he could love her when she elbowed her father in the ribs for confusing her with one of her elder sisters.

He knew he did love her when she did the same to him for confusing her with Lady Chris. The morning sun was bright in his eyes through the parted canopies of the bed they shared, and the bruise lasted a week, as his ribs were bare. And she cried, and did not speak to him for days.

When Borus was most honest with himself, in the early hours of the morning, lying awake and alone on the War Room couch, he wondered what he would feel, to be with Lady Chris as he had been with Lynnie. A rage poured into him, filled him from his ankles to his neck with molten lead. He remembered Lady Chris' confused, dry lips and distant eyes, and realized that he himself was among the men unworthy of her; that he himself was among the men whose touch would somehow defile, cheapen, lessen her; that he himself was among the men who he berated for desiring her; that he himself was a man, and Lady Chris was something not a woman.

He rose and decided that Lynnie was. And he told her so, told her that he could, did, love her completely, as water loved earth.

She cried, again, and hit him, again, but kissed him. And for the rest of her life, she let him love her as he said he did.
17 June 2006 @ 10:16 am
-2. Gate-

On the rising of the first moon, (the elegant cursive read), water will ever take the shape of the decanter into which it is poured. Gold, two, sheep.

On the rising of the second moon, children shall unturn stones and discover worlds that have lain there in wait. Red, five, boar.

On the rising of the third moon, take note of your reflection. Black, six, monkey.

On the rising of the fourth moon, ants, above and below ground, are ever at the behest of their queen. Red, one, serpent.

On the rising of the fifth moon, store your poison, lest the vapors cloud your sight. White, one, ox.

On the rising of the sixth moon, the lone link is not weak, but merely from a more intricate chain. Grey, one, rat.

On the rising of the seventh moon, there are others playing your game. Grey, two, cock.

On the rising of the eighth moon, be reminded that snails are not attached to their shells. Grey, six, hare.

On the rising of the ninth moon, there is honor among thieves. Green, three, dragon.

On the rising of the tenth moon, your trust in tradition will be misplaced. Red, five, tiger.

On the rising of the eleventh moon, you will be lamed. White, one, horse.

On the rising of the twelfth moon, a wolf's head can still bite. Blue, one, dog.