drabble repost.
This is a repost of the drabble that I wrote last night.
I would like to thank havocmangawip for helping me polish it up. I am still a but rusty from lack of writing, but I am hoping this will help me get back into writing.
Title: Holidays
Characters: Havoc and his family
Rating: G
Warnings: Manga based, no pairings, a bit vauge but possible spoilers.
Holidays. When I was younger, they were always a big deal. Working on a farm, we never had enough money to give presents, so instead we spent time with our family- making cookies and playing games. Sometimes distant relatives would come in, and there would be a lot of catching up. Of course when the adults sat and drank coffee and talked, I mostly spent time in the barn, drinking booze my buddies had bought for me in town, and reading nudie magazines procured from the same source.
As I got older, I realized that I wanted more than a life on the farm. I drew away from the family gatherings even more. My parents fought me on it for a while, but I have always been a stubborn bastard, and it became less of a hassle for them to just let me do my own thing.
I had always been a pretty independant soul, and it was a great source of pride. It was part of what made me...well, me.
The last holiday before I went off to the Academy to train to be a dog of the military, I bit back my stubborn pride and spent time with my family. I may not have enjoyed every single moment of it, but looking back on it, I am glad that I did.
Years later, when I had been discharged from the military, and I was finally able to spend a holiday with my family, it was a bittersweet affair. No one wanted to talk about my... injury, but it hung there, like a cloud over the room.
At first, I wanted to crawl away- back to the barn- to escape the prying eyes and quick glances, but that was no longer possible. One can only take so much ofthe whispers and looks that being in a wheelchair got me.
But the longer I spent with my family, drinking coffee and listening to embarassing stories from the past, the more I realized that there was nowhere else that I would rather be.
I would like to thank havocmangawip for helping me polish it up. I am still a but rusty from lack of writing, but I am hoping this will help me get back into writing.
Title: Holidays
Characters: Havoc and his family
Rating: G
Warnings: Manga based, no pairings, a bit vauge but possible spoilers.
Holidays. When I was younger, they were always a big deal. Working on a farm, we never had enough money to give presents, so instead we spent time with our family- making cookies and playing games. Sometimes distant relatives would come in, and there would be a lot of catching up. Of course when the adults sat and drank coffee and talked, I mostly spent time in the barn, drinking booze my buddies had bought for me in town, and reading nudie magazines procured from the same source.
As I got older, I realized that I wanted more than a life on the farm. I drew away from the family gatherings even more. My parents fought me on it for a while, but I have always been a stubborn bastard, and it became less of a hassle for them to just let me do my own thing.
I had always been a pretty independant soul, and it was a great source of pride. It was part of what made me...well, me.
The last holiday before I went off to the Academy to train to be a dog of the military, I bit back my stubborn pride and spent time with my family. I may not have enjoyed every single moment of it, but looking back on it, I am glad that I did.
Years later, when I had been discharged from the military, and I was finally able to spend a holiday with my family, it was a bittersweet affair. No one wanted to talk about my... injury, but it hung there, like a cloud over the room.
At first, I wanted to crawl away- back to the barn- to escape the prying eyes and quick glances, but that was no longer possible. One can only take so much ofthe whispers and looks that being in a wheelchair got me.
But the longer I spent with my family, drinking coffee and listening to embarassing stories from the past, the more I realized that there was nowhere else that I would rather be.