Prompt 342: Loneliness || "Company"
Title: Company
Author: capnhoozits
Series: Brotherhood/Manga
Word Count: 353
Rating: G
Characters: Scar
Summary: Scar considers when he stopped being lonely.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to the people to whom it belongs, which is not me.
As a youth, he had never been particularly gregarious. He was not unsociable, but he had always been a serious student, even when he was very small. He had to finish his book. He had to finish his studies. He had to finish his training. There would be time for the society of friends later.
Then they were gone. His friends, his family, his beloved brother. He had not taken the time to tell them how much he loved them, and “later” became “too late”.
His rage was the only thing keeping him from being consumed by the bitterest loneliness and regret. He grew accustomed to solitude, a condition befitting an outsider, a pariah. He had forfeited not only his name but his very humanity. He was an instrument of God, marked within and without.
The fact that his dreams were filled with faces he would never see again was something he couldn’t control. When he woke, he had to force away these memories, as much as he wanted to linger on them and cherish them, or the pain would cripple him.
So was it apathy that made him allow Yoki to attach himself like a leech? Was it simply not worth expending the energy to remove him? Then along came May, certainly better company than Yoki, because now, apparently, the quality of someone’s company mattered. Then Marcoh joined them, a quiet, humble, penitent man, full of knowledge. Loneliness itself became a memory.
They each had been solitary. They had each been alone and had suffered some defeat or despair. Not May, perhaps, whose optimism never seemed to tire. But each, in their own way, was grateful for the company. They had each become someone the others could depend on, each of them having some gift to contribute.
They became a force to be reckoned with, certainly, but they became more than that. It wasn’t until sometime later that he truly came to appreciate that fact. He might stop just short of considering them a family, but he had to admit that it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch of the imagination.
Author: capnhoozits
Series: Brotherhood/Manga
Word Count: 353
Rating: G
Characters: Scar
Summary: Scar considers when he stopped being lonely.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to the people to whom it belongs, which is not me.
As a youth, he had never been particularly gregarious. He was not unsociable, but he had always been a serious student, even when he was very small. He had to finish his book. He had to finish his studies. He had to finish his training. There would be time for the society of friends later.
Then they were gone. His friends, his family, his beloved brother. He had not taken the time to tell them how much he loved them, and “later” became “too late”.
His rage was the only thing keeping him from being consumed by the bitterest loneliness and regret. He grew accustomed to solitude, a condition befitting an outsider, a pariah. He had forfeited not only his name but his very humanity. He was an instrument of God, marked within and without.
The fact that his dreams were filled with faces he would never see again was something he couldn’t control. When he woke, he had to force away these memories, as much as he wanted to linger on them and cherish them, or the pain would cripple him.
So was it apathy that made him allow Yoki to attach himself like a leech? Was it simply not worth expending the energy to remove him? Then along came May, certainly better company than Yoki, because now, apparently, the quality of someone’s company mattered. Then Marcoh joined them, a quiet, humble, penitent man, full of knowledge. Loneliness itself became a memory.
They each had been solitary. They had each been alone and had suffered some defeat or despair. Not May, perhaps, whose optimism never seemed to tire. But each, in their own way, was grateful for the company. They had each become someone the others could depend on, each of them having some gift to contribute.
They became a force to be reckoned with, certainly, but they became more than that. It wasn’t until sometime later that he truly came to appreciate that fact. He might stop just short of considering them a family, but he had to admit that it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch of the imagination.