[Fic] [Round 24] I Heard You Before I Saw You, K
Author/Artist: raynehargreaves
Characters/Pairings: Gwendal, Wolfram, minor characters Conrad, Cheri, itsybitsyteenyweeny yellowpolkadotbikini hint of GwendalAnissina
Words: 700 words
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt: "I Saw You"
A/N: Part two out of three of a collection of "Before I Saw You" one shots.
Whoo! I really like this one! My own Papa Wolfram requested that I write something involving Gwendal, so here it is! For you, Papa <3
Your screams are incredibly ear-piercing for one so small. Conrad is beside me, plugging his ears but still smiling widely in anticipation of seeing you. Myself, I...don't know what to feel about your arrival. It's not as if it will bring hardship in the least. Mother has legions of maids to act as doting nurses, so she will be able to concentrate on ruling while not having to take care of your infant necessities. Conrad will have a younger brother in you, no longer the baby of the family, and in the future will see to your training and companion needs. Right now, I feel as though some permanent visitor from a foreign nation has come, sending everyone into a flurry of preparation. It seems a cold thing to think to myself, that you, my new little brother, are just a someone to me right now, but that's how it feels and I don't know how I will ever be able to face Mother and say 'I don't love my baby brother that much'. Especially not if you keep wailing like that.
"Gwendal-kyou, Conrad-kyou, you may go see Cheri-sama now," Gisela says, and we file into Mother's bedroom, Conrad still covering his ears and my own stinging from not doing the same.
"Mother, how are you feeling?" Conrad yells over your crying. I listen briefly only to hear her answering reply ("I'm fine, Conrad dear, just a bit tired. The birthing hasn't made me look too peaked, has it?") before coming over to get my first look at you.
As expected, you've come into this world looking rather effeminate. It's to be expected, I suppose- there's no other appearance that can come from a combination of your father and Mother except beauty- but you look very delicate, as if a too-tight version of Mother's 'bosom hug' will squeeze all the breath out of you. Already you are beginning to resemble her, tufts of the same soft blonde hair crowning your tiny head. And then you open your eyes, and yes, just like Mother's, your eyes are that striking green shade. And the growing spark in your eyes is somehow reminicsent of another's that I know of, when ideas flood her eccentric mind...passionate is the word that comes to my tongue.
"Passionate? Gwendal, how perceptive of you!"
I start, unaware that I had spoken loud enough for her to hear. "Perceptive? How so, Mother?"
My mother smiles, and shifts you in her arms, gazing down at you. "Our darling Wolfram is a fire Maryoku user. He screamed out a fireball when Gisela had to take him away from me for a bit." She laughs, stroking your head. Surprisingly you've quieted down, and are watching us with that natural baby curiosity.
"Fire means passion. What Wolfram will be passionate about I don't know, but I can already tell he will commit to it with all his heart and soul." Mother touches your cheek gently, and somehow I'm moved when you relax into her embrace. "Fire means energy, power, and authority as well. With that same passion, Wolfram will definitely be a force to be reckoned with when he's older. Nobody is going to stop him from believing what he believes, from doing what he does, or from living how he wants to live. Our little Wolfram will be fire, a bright light to our lives and maybe someone else's too."
Conrad and I are silent as we take in Mother's rare intuitive words. You're quite feisty already, impatient to get a better look at us and the rest of the world. This enough is proof to me that there is much truth in what Mother has said. You...aren't a simple someone to me any longer. Not after seeing you. Seeing you is much different from hearing you. You're my little brother now. That fact is unchangable.
"Fire also means sexuality! I bet Wolfram will be such a popular boy when he's older, just like his Mama!"
I put my palm to my face. "Mother..."
"I agree. I think he definitely will be, Mother."
"Conrad, not you too..."
As Conrad laughs and reaches down to tickle you, I lift my palm from my face and turn to look at you again. And you smile at me.
Characters/Pairings: Gwendal, Wolfram, minor characters Conrad, Cheri, itsybitsyteenyweeny yellowpolkadotbikini hint of GwendalAnissina
Words: 700 words
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt: "I Saw You"
A/N: Part two out of three of a collection of "Before I Saw You" one shots.
Whoo! I really like this one! My own Papa Wolfram requested that I write something involving Gwendal, so here it is! For you, Papa <3
Your screams are incredibly ear-piercing for one so small. Conrad is beside me, plugging his ears but still smiling widely in anticipation of seeing you. Myself, I...don't know what to feel about your arrival. It's not as if it will bring hardship in the least. Mother has legions of maids to act as doting nurses, so she will be able to concentrate on ruling while not having to take care of your infant necessities. Conrad will have a younger brother in you, no longer the baby of the family, and in the future will see to your training and companion needs. Right now, I feel as though some permanent visitor from a foreign nation has come, sending everyone into a flurry of preparation. It seems a cold thing to think to myself, that you, my new little brother, are just a someone to me right now, but that's how it feels and I don't know how I will ever be able to face Mother and say 'I don't love my baby brother that much'. Especially not if you keep wailing like that.
"Gwendal-kyou, Conrad-kyou, you may go see Cheri-sama now," Gisela says, and we file into Mother's bedroom, Conrad still covering his ears and my own stinging from not doing the same.
"Mother, how are you feeling?" Conrad yells over your crying. I listen briefly only to hear her answering reply ("I'm fine, Conrad dear, just a bit tired. The birthing hasn't made me look too peaked, has it?") before coming over to get my first look at you.
As expected, you've come into this world looking rather effeminate. It's to be expected, I suppose- there's no other appearance that can come from a combination of your father and Mother except beauty- but you look very delicate, as if a too-tight version of Mother's 'bosom hug' will squeeze all the breath out of you. Already you are beginning to resemble her, tufts of the same soft blonde hair crowning your tiny head. And then you open your eyes, and yes, just like Mother's, your eyes are that striking green shade. And the growing spark in your eyes is somehow reminicsent of another's that I know of, when ideas flood her eccentric mind...passionate is the word that comes to my tongue.
"Passionate? Gwendal, how perceptive of you!"
I start, unaware that I had spoken loud enough for her to hear. "Perceptive? How so, Mother?"
My mother smiles, and shifts you in her arms, gazing down at you. "Our darling Wolfram is a fire Maryoku user. He screamed out a fireball when Gisela had to take him away from me for a bit." She laughs, stroking your head. Surprisingly you've quieted down, and are watching us with that natural baby curiosity.
"Fire means passion. What Wolfram will be passionate about I don't know, but I can already tell he will commit to it with all his heart and soul." Mother touches your cheek gently, and somehow I'm moved when you relax into her embrace. "Fire means energy, power, and authority as well. With that same passion, Wolfram will definitely be a force to be reckoned with when he's older. Nobody is going to stop him from believing what he believes, from doing what he does, or from living how he wants to live. Our little Wolfram will be fire, a bright light to our lives and maybe someone else's too."
Conrad and I are silent as we take in Mother's rare intuitive words. You're quite feisty already, impatient to get a better look at us and the rest of the world. This enough is proof to me that there is much truth in what Mother has said. You...aren't a simple someone to me any longer. Not after seeing you. Seeing you is much different from hearing you. You're my little brother now. That fact is unchangable.
"Fire also means sexuality! I bet Wolfram will be such a popular boy when he's older, just like his Mama!"
I put my palm to my face. "Mother..."
"I agree. I think he definitely will be, Mother."
"Conrad, not you too..."
As Conrad laughs and reaches down to tickle you, I lift my palm from my face and turn to look at you again. And you smile at me.