"Sevenfold" Yellow: Sloth
Series: Sevenfold
Color: Yellow
Sin: Sloth
Chapter Title: My Only Sunshine (15/49)
Word Count: 995
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Yellow:Wrath
The air felt wonderful, warm but not smothering - the epitome of what a spring day should feel like. The sun was out, great and golden in the clear blue of the sky. Even the clouds - the big, fluffy white kind that would never dream of raining on such a lovely day - seemed to radiate warmth and light.
A family of three - a young girl and boy and their father - enjoyed the day; in fact, as the father had commented earlier, they couldn’t have asked for better weather for their outing.
The sparse grass was soft underneath the children’s feet, perfect for running and playing in. Their father lay, his cheek to the ground, the sunshine warm around him and the grass soft beneath him. On the outside, he seemed to be enjoying the day as much as his children were.
“Give me that!” the boy said angrily, trying to snatch a toy from the girl’s hand. “I want to play; I want to play!”
“Mommy gave this to me,” the girl said indignantly, her chubby face set in frown. “So I get to play with it! And she doesn’t want me to share.”
“That’s not true!” the boy protested. “She said we always have to share; so it’s my turn and I’m gonna play!”
The girl stuck her tongue out at him and sprinted away. He exclaimed angrily and immediately made chase. Their father listened indifferently, knowing that their behavior was inappropriate but feeling too lethargic to settle them down.
A breeze began to blow, and he shut his eyes.
“We miss you,” he whispered to the ground, his hand stroking the petals of a proud yellow chrysanthemum. The air was humming with life and contentment, the warmth of the world lulling him into a state of complete inertia. “Everyday,” he said lazily, a weary smile playing at his lips. He seemed near slumber. “Everyday,” he repeated, a little more softly. “We miss you.”
The voices of his children suddenly became louder, and he briefly considered chastising them for their irreverent behavior on such a haunting occasion in such a somber place. But they were very young, and it wouldn’t do to dampen their spirits.
The two children continued to play while the father, to all appearances, continued to rest. The yellow sun still shone.
The man wasn’t surprised to discover that he was crying. “Why did you leave us?” he said, his voice weak, too touched by the heavy hand of grief. “They’re both growing up so fast. You need to be here to see them. You need to teach them- how can I instill good values in them without you here to keep me compassionate and caring? I’ve grown callous without you here- indifferent.” His eyes squeezed shut even tighter, in a futile attempt to keep more tears at bay. “I don’t want to live without you. I loved you- it took you so long for you to thaw my heart; why would you leave when I just began to truly warm up?”
He sighed. “I miss you so damn much; we all do. Why did you leave me?”
After his sudden outburst, he lay there silently, trying to enjoy the calmness and serenity of the atmosphere, while the gentle rays of sunlight gradually heated the exposed portions of his skin.
“Daddy!” the little girl called. “Daddy, Sano stole my toy! I want to go; he’s being mean again!”
The little boy quickly rushed and caught up with her, both of them running towards their father. “That’s not true! It was my turn. She... I found it in the grass! She wasn’t playing with it anymore.”
“Kids,” he said tiredly, “can’t you see your father is trying to rest? He’s exhausted.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” the little girl said. “Are you still talking to Mommy?”
He bit back a new welling of tears. “Yes, Kaori. I’m still talking to Mommy.”
“Oh.” She sat down beside him, her short pigtails bouncing with her.” She patted her father on the head. “Sorry, Daddy. Sano and I picked flowers for her, remember? Did you give them to her?”
It was only the third anniversary of her death, but the wound still felt new. Sano had only been two at the time of the accident, and already his memories of the loving, beautiful woman that had given birth to him were fading. Kaori had been four. Though she couldn’t understand her father’s pain, she knew that it was there, and tried in her own way to help ease it.
“Yes, baby. I gave her the flowers.”
“I’m sorry for taking your kitty,” Sano said quietly, sitting by his sister. He handed her the plastic tiger they had been arguing over. “I didn’t mean to be bad.” He looked at the gravestone in front of them. “Mommy’s not gonna be mad at me, is she?”
“No, of course not son. You apologized.”
Sano looked down gravely. “I miss Mommy, too, Daddy.”
Kaori laid down next to her father, snuggling as he looped his arm around her. “Me too. I wish she was here.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He kissed the crown of her head. “I miss her just like you do, but we have to be strong for Mommy. She wants us to be happy.”
Kaori sighed, and for a long moment they stayed there together, silently. It wasn’t because he was still in mourning, utterly destroyed at the loss of his wife, that he stayed there- no, he just needed a nap. Sano yawned, and then lay his head on his father’s back. All three were caught up in the peaceful, spring day, the warmth and sunshine easing them into a state of slothfulness.
“I miss you,” he thought as he drifted off to a restless sleep, the children already halfway there. “Anzu... Why did you leave me?”
And the warm sun- great and golden- still shone in the clear, blue sky.
~~~
ORANGE
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Color: Yellow
Sin: Sloth
Chapter Title: My Only Sunshine (15/49)
Word Count: 995
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Yellow:Wrath
The air felt wonderful, warm but not smothering - the epitome of what a spring day should feel like. The sun was out, great and golden in the clear blue of the sky. Even the clouds - the big, fluffy white kind that would never dream of raining on such a lovely day - seemed to radiate warmth and light.
A family of three - a young girl and boy and their father - enjoyed the day; in fact, as the father had commented earlier, they couldn’t have asked for better weather for their outing.
The sparse grass was soft underneath the children’s feet, perfect for running and playing in. Their father lay, his cheek to the ground, the sunshine warm around him and the grass soft beneath him. On the outside, he seemed to be enjoying the day as much as his children were.
“Give me that!” the boy said angrily, trying to snatch a toy from the girl’s hand. “I want to play; I want to play!”
“Mommy gave this to me,” the girl said indignantly, her chubby face set in frown. “So I get to play with it! And she doesn’t want me to share.”
“That’s not true!” the boy protested. “She said we always have to share; so it’s my turn and I’m gonna play!”
The girl stuck her tongue out at him and sprinted away. He exclaimed angrily and immediately made chase. Their father listened indifferently, knowing that their behavior was inappropriate but feeling too lethargic to settle them down.
A breeze began to blow, and he shut his eyes.
“We miss you,” he whispered to the ground, his hand stroking the petals of a proud yellow chrysanthemum. The air was humming with life and contentment, the warmth of the world lulling him into a state of complete inertia. “Everyday,” he said lazily, a weary smile playing at his lips. He seemed near slumber. “Everyday,” he repeated, a little more softly. “We miss you.”
The voices of his children suddenly became louder, and he briefly considered chastising them for their irreverent behavior on such a haunting occasion in such a somber place. But they were very young, and it wouldn’t do to dampen their spirits.
The two children continued to play while the father, to all appearances, continued to rest. The yellow sun still shone.
The man wasn’t surprised to discover that he was crying. “Why did you leave us?” he said, his voice weak, too touched by the heavy hand of grief. “They’re both growing up so fast. You need to be here to see them. You need to teach them- how can I instill good values in them without you here to keep me compassionate and caring? I’ve grown callous without you here- indifferent.” His eyes squeezed shut even tighter, in a futile attempt to keep more tears at bay. “I don’t want to live without you. I loved you- it took you so long for you to thaw my heart; why would you leave when I just began to truly warm up?”
He sighed. “I miss you so damn much; we all do. Why did you leave me?”
After his sudden outburst, he lay there silently, trying to enjoy the calmness and serenity of the atmosphere, while the gentle rays of sunlight gradually heated the exposed portions of his skin.
“Daddy!” the little girl called. “Daddy, Sano stole my toy! I want to go; he’s being mean again!”
The little boy quickly rushed and caught up with her, both of them running towards their father. “That’s not true! It was my turn. She... I found it in the grass! She wasn’t playing with it anymore.”
“Kids,” he said tiredly, “can’t you see your father is trying to rest? He’s exhausted.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” the little girl said. “Are you still talking to Mommy?”
He bit back a new welling of tears. “Yes, Kaori. I’m still talking to Mommy.”
“Oh.” She sat down beside him, her short pigtails bouncing with her.” She patted her father on the head. “Sorry, Daddy. Sano and I picked flowers for her, remember? Did you give them to her?”
It was only the third anniversary of her death, but the wound still felt new. Sano had only been two at the time of the accident, and already his memories of the loving, beautiful woman that had given birth to him were fading. Kaori had been four. Though she couldn’t understand her father’s pain, she knew that it was there, and tried in her own way to help ease it.
“Yes, baby. I gave her the flowers.”
“I’m sorry for taking your kitty,” Sano said quietly, sitting by his sister. He handed her the plastic tiger they had been arguing over. “I didn’t mean to be bad.” He looked at the gravestone in front of them. “Mommy’s not gonna be mad at me, is she?”
“No, of course not son. You apologized.”
Sano looked down gravely. “I miss Mommy, too, Daddy.”
Kaori laid down next to her father, snuggling as he looped his arm around her. “Me too. I wish she was here.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He kissed the crown of her head. “I miss her just like you do, but we have to be strong for Mommy. She wants us to be happy.”
Kaori sighed, and for a long moment they stayed there together, silently. It wasn’t because he was still in mourning, utterly destroyed at the loss of his wife, that he stayed there- no, he just needed a nap. Sano yawned, and then lay his head on his father’s back. All three were caught up in the peaceful, spring day, the warmth and sunshine easing them into a state of slothfulness.
“I miss you,” he thought as he drifted off to a restless sleep, the children already halfway there. “Anzu... Why did you leave me?”
And the warm sun- great and golden- still shone in the clear, blue sky.
~~~
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