Why, hello father. (RPsterbation, timed to Friday, 1 April)
After my little encounter with Gabriel, I am reminded of my father. Dear father, who thinks so little of me that he gave me a sword that broke in battle. I've considered it before but it was an ordinary captain's sword, made to gift to the next man who achieved the rank, so he did not have it made specifically in hopes that I'd die. But I have a better one, not so overdone as Boromir's sword for his position as captain-general, but beautiful, rich, and well-made. I think someone needs to see it.
I am at his door and knock. He's in, I know it. There is no way he would not be awake and my Sight shows him to be calm. He opens the door and shows great surprise that it's me.
"What is it?"
Diplomatic as ever.
"May I come in, my lord father?" I see the scowl truly form at the facetious tone, but he does abandon the door--he wouldn't hold it for me--and I come in, closing it behind me.
"Look what I have gained," I tell him after a moment. Why would he bother to speak first? Really, I'm wondering if the little trip to the clinic when the zombies were here wasn't to check and see if I'd died. He hadn't looked displeased to find me alive, but that might just be my idiot Faramir's brain colouring things. I hold up my new sword. "I have one worthy of me now."
My, I've never seen a look like that on father's face before and I grin.
"What, do I sound different to you?"
"You are not Faramir," he says with such certainty.
"Wrong. Despite what you believe, you aren't always right. I am Faramir, but not the one you're used to." I step closer. "I am not a sniveling little coward who wishes to please you. I do not care if I do or do not--not that I ever could."
I snort.
"The only one who can please you is Boromir. Wait, not any more. He's dead."
There is anger first, then sadness.
"Why do you say this?"
"What, he's dead. You sent him off to do something only he could succeed at. He failed miserably and died. Doesn't that make you happy?" Ooh, there's a face. "It's your own fault."
Father is grinding his teeth. I'd say he's at a loss for words but it's obvious that he's observing and not just standing there looking like a fool.
"My son is dead: do not seem so joyous to see my grief," he says quietly. That deadly quiet voice does not frighten me.
"YOU HAVE TWO SONS, you BASTARD!" I am so angry I can't even think. The sword is drawn before I know it and the blow impacts father's side.
He wears his chain mail every day. No use for the blade, then, but I ply the flat so quickly he has no defense. I'm yelling but I'm not exactly sure what I'm saying. It makes no sense to me--the only thing that makes sense is rage and father's still body lying on the floor. I step back.
"You had two sons," I say, voice hoarse. "You killed one."
I grab his telephone and rip it from the wall. The messenger device is on the table and I step on that, grinding my heel until it is destroyed. Then I turn and leave the room, shutting the door again behind me.
I am at his door and knock. He's in, I know it. There is no way he would not be awake and my Sight shows him to be calm. He opens the door and shows great surprise that it's me.
"What is it?"
Diplomatic as ever.
"May I come in, my lord father?" I see the scowl truly form at the facetious tone, but he does abandon the door--he wouldn't hold it for me--and I come in, closing it behind me.
"Look what I have gained," I tell him after a moment. Why would he bother to speak first? Really, I'm wondering if the little trip to the clinic when the zombies were here wasn't to check and see if I'd died. He hadn't looked displeased to find me alive, but that might just be my idiot Faramir's brain colouring things. I hold up my new sword. "I have one worthy of me now."
My, I've never seen a look like that on father's face before and I grin.
"What, do I sound different to you?"
"You are not Faramir," he says with such certainty.
"Wrong. Despite what you believe, you aren't always right. I am Faramir, but not the one you're used to." I step closer. "I am not a sniveling little coward who wishes to please you. I do not care if I do or do not--not that I ever could."
I snort.
"The only one who can please you is Boromir. Wait, not any more. He's dead."
There is anger first, then sadness.
"Why do you say this?"
"What, he's dead. You sent him off to do something only he could succeed at. He failed miserably and died. Doesn't that make you happy?" Ooh, there's a face. "It's your own fault."
Father is grinding his teeth. I'd say he's at a loss for words but it's obvious that he's observing and not just standing there looking like a fool.
"My son is dead: do not seem so joyous to see my grief," he says quietly. That deadly quiet voice does not frighten me.
"YOU HAVE TWO SONS, you BASTARD!" I am so angry I can't even think. The sword is drawn before I know it and the blow impacts father's side.
He wears his chain mail every day. No use for the blade, then, but I ply the flat so quickly he has no defense. I'm yelling but I'm not exactly sure what I'm saying. It makes no sense to me--the only thing that makes sense is rage and father's still body lying on the floor. I step back.
"You had two sons," I say, voice hoarse. "You killed one."
I grab his telephone and rip it from the wall. The messenger device is on the table and I step on that, grinding my heel until it is destroyed. Then I turn and leave the room, shutting the door again behind me.