Suikoden - Pahn/Cleo
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lirillithTitle: This Time Around
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Pahn/Cleo
Length: 368 words
Summary: "They're saying this is another destined battle."
Notes: Set during Suikoden II. A 15-minute fic.
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"They all look so young," she says to Pahn, as they're washing up in the kitchen, with some measure of privacy.
"Weren't you about nineteen when you joined up?" he says. "I know I was."
"Yes, but..." She glances over her shoulder, and lowers her voice. "Look at them!"
"I know, but that's the way it's always been. It's just that we feel old now."
"It seems so unfair. They're saying this is another destined battle."
"I know." He seems to be brooding for a moment. "Maybe it's better that way, you know? We weren't even that important in the overall scheme of things, or all that settled, and look at how we came out." He hands her the last of the dishes to dry, and she just holds it for a moment.
"What do you mean? Young people are better equipped to have their lives rearranged?"
"There's less to rearrange." He moves over to one of the straight-backed chairs, and immediately starts tipping it backwards. "Imagine if you had a couple of kids and you got the Soul Eater."
There'd been whispers - she didn't know if they originated with the Young Master or not, but she never got up the nerve to ask - that the Soul Eater had to claim a certain number of lives near each bearer. But Gremio had said the Young Master worried about what his rune could do to those around him, that he'd isolated himself for fear of hurting anyone else, so maybe there was something to it. "You can't claim destiny is kind," she said, finally remembering to dry the plate. "We both know better than that."
"I dunno. Would you rather give up a normal life after you'd been happy with it for twenty years, or before you'd even started on it?"
"It never seems to go to the people who want power and honor and glory. Or at least, they never want it for long after it... lands on them."
"Think it's done with us?" he asks her, catching her hand as she walks by, and she pushes his chair back onto the floor, drapes her arms around him from behind, and says "It had better be."
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Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Pahn/Cleo
Length: 368 words
Summary: "They're saying this is another destined battle."
Notes: Set during Suikoden II. A 15-minute fic.
****
"They all look so young," she says to Pahn, as they're washing up in the kitchen, with some measure of privacy.
"Weren't you about nineteen when you joined up?" he says. "I know I was."
"Yes, but..." She glances over her shoulder, and lowers her voice. "Look at them!"
"I know, but that's the way it's always been. It's just that we feel old now."
"It seems so unfair. They're saying this is another destined battle."
"I know." He seems to be brooding for a moment. "Maybe it's better that way, you know? We weren't even that important in the overall scheme of things, or all that settled, and look at how we came out." He hands her the last of the dishes to dry, and she just holds it for a moment.
"What do you mean? Young people are better equipped to have their lives rearranged?"
"There's less to rearrange." He moves over to one of the straight-backed chairs, and immediately starts tipping it backwards. "Imagine if you had a couple of kids and you got the Soul Eater."
There'd been whispers - she didn't know if they originated with the Young Master or not, but she never got up the nerve to ask - that the Soul Eater had to claim a certain number of lives near each bearer. But Gremio had said the Young Master worried about what his rune could do to those around him, that he'd isolated himself for fear of hurting anyone else, so maybe there was something to it. "You can't claim destiny is kind," she said, finally remembering to dry the plate. "We both know better than that."
"I dunno. Would you rather give up a normal life after you'd been happy with it for twenty years, or before you'd even started on it?"
"It never seems to go to the people who want power and honor and glory. Or at least, they never want it for long after it... lands on them."
"Think it's done with us?" he asks her, catching her hand as she walks by, and she pushes his chair back onto the floor, drapes her arms around him from behind, and says "It had better be."
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