Suikoden - Cleo and Sonya Schulen
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lirillithTitle: A Drink Before the War
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Cleo and Sonya Schulen
Length: 368 words
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fic_promptly , another for suzume. The prompt was "AU or option where someone hasn't survived to the night of the final battle," and there are a couple of someones in this one. I wrote it the 27th, but we left for our trip before I could put it up here.
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Cleo was more on her own than she'd been since she left her mother's house to join the army all those years ago. She'd lost Gremio, and Pahn. She'd lost Pahn twice. The Young Master wasn't lost to her, he was still alive, but they hadn't eaten a meal together in months. He had other guards now, and other advisors. She knew he trusted her, but he was distant now, and she missed him.
Alone in the room she and Pahn shared all too briefly, she poured herself a cup of sake. Watch over me, Pahn, she thought. Watch over the Young Master. We'll both need it. Before she could take a drink, she heard a noise at the half-open door. In the moonlight, she saw Sonya Schulen.
"Drinking alone?"
"Care to join me?" She'd always admired the young general, so close to her in age, but never known her well. She was nearly Tir's stepmother, nearly Master Teo's wife; Cleo had always thought she might know her better someday.
Sonya slid into the seat across the table. "I don't see why not." Cleo poured, and they both drank in silence.
"This is a room for two," Sonya said, quietly. "Can I ask?"
"Pahn." Her throat felt tight. "He died fighting Master Teo."
Sonya poured for her, this time. "I'm sorry. I think I remember him. And..." She seemed to be casting about for the name.
"Gremio. He died in Soniere, when we were trying to free Liukan." After a moment's silence, she tried to crack a smile. "That's why I was drinking alone. There's no one left to drink with."
"Except me, since I'm much the same."
"The other generals?"
Sonya shook her head. "It's not that they don't take me seriously. I've never felt any of them doubted my abilities. But my mother was their comrade-in-arms. I'm still just her talented daughter - I don't have many war stories in common with them, nothing like that."
"I guess that does just leave the two of us." And their memories of dead men. She, at least, can go visit the names chiseled on the stone tablets, and know that destiny had something to do with it all.
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Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Cleo and Sonya Schulen
Length: 368 words
Notes:
fic_promptly , another for suzume. The prompt was "AU or option where someone hasn't survived to the night of the final battle," and there are a couple of someones in this one. I wrote it the 27th, but we left for our trip before I could put it up here.****
Cleo was more on her own than she'd been since she left her mother's house to join the army all those years ago. She'd lost Gremio, and Pahn. She'd lost Pahn twice. The Young Master wasn't lost to her, he was still alive, but they hadn't eaten a meal together in months. He had other guards now, and other advisors. She knew he trusted her, but he was distant now, and she missed him.
Alone in the room she and Pahn shared all too briefly, she poured herself a cup of sake. Watch over me, Pahn, she thought. Watch over the Young Master. We'll both need it. Before she could take a drink, she heard a noise at the half-open door. In the moonlight, she saw Sonya Schulen.
"Drinking alone?"
"Care to join me?" She'd always admired the young general, so close to her in age, but never known her well. She was nearly Tir's stepmother, nearly Master Teo's wife; Cleo had always thought she might know her better someday.
Sonya slid into the seat across the table. "I don't see why not." Cleo poured, and they both drank in silence.
"This is a room for two," Sonya said, quietly. "Can I ask?"
"Pahn." Her throat felt tight. "He died fighting Master Teo."
Sonya poured for her, this time. "I'm sorry. I think I remember him. And..." She seemed to be casting about for the name.
"Gremio. He died in Soniere, when we were trying to free Liukan." After a moment's silence, she tried to crack a smile. "That's why I was drinking alone. There's no one left to drink with."
"Except me, since I'm much the same."
"The other generals?"
Sonya shook her head. "It's not that they don't take me seriously. I've never felt any of them doubted my abilities. But my mother was their comrade-in-arms. I'm still just her talented daughter - I don't have many war stories in common with them, nothing like that."
"I guess that does just leave the two of us." And their memories of dead men. She, at least, can go visit the names chiseled on the stone tablets, and know that destiny had something to do with it all.
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