It's innocent, isn't it? [CLOSED]
Characters: Iroh and Pfirsich Rommel
Content: A young soldier has feelings of deep admiration for an older officer. Awkward ensues.
Setting: A military training facility in Ivona.
Time: Fifteen years ago.
Warnings: Excessive awkward and fail.
Pfirsich sighed and replaced the small framed picture on his desk. General Iroh had been up far too late these past several nights, and the great man had been looking haggard. He sincerely hoped that things were all right. Smiling and pausing to think for a moment, he then turned back to the letter that he was composing to his brother.
"Dear brother!" he began, then continued to write. "Pardon me for writing so seldom, but training has been quite busy this week. You'll be pleased to know that I'm beginning to enjoy mathematics almost as much as you. It means more when you actually see it knock a target into the dust! Our training officer is very pleased with my progress."
"General Iroh is an honorable and able fellow, and he's never lost his temper with us once, no matter what we might get up to. You should see him with this firebending of his when we're at target practice. It's a wonder to watch, and he never misses. He reserves extra time to train students who show promise, of which I'm one. I wouldn't have known if he hadn't brought it out of me. I wish that I could throw flames about as he does, but he says it's a talent that only a few possess. If I can be half as good as he is at making my marks, the war will be easily won."
"Sometimes I hear him walking in the halls in the night. He always has our welfare in mind, to the point that it makes him wakeful. I'd like to get up and walk with him, and respectfully assure him he has nothing to worry about, not from us, and so can go back to sleep. I know that someday, with his help, I'll be able to join you as an officer worthy of his name--and of yours..."
That should just about do it. Hopefully no one had noticed that he himself was up rather late...
[OOC: Some initial text borrowed and paraphrased from the novel of the comic, Bread and Swans by Donna Barr.]
Content: A young soldier has feelings of deep admiration for an older officer. Awkward ensues.
Setting: A military training facility in Ivona.
Time: Fifteen years ago.
Warnings: Excessive awkward and fail.
Pfirsich sighed and replaced the small framed picture on his desk. General Iroh had been up far too late these past several nights, and the great man had been looking haggard. He sincerely hoped that things were all right. Smiling and pausing to think for a moment, he then turned back to the letter that he was composing to his brother.
"Dear brother!" he began, then continued to write. "Pardon me for writing so seldom, but training has been quite busy this week. You'll be pleased to know that I'm beginning to enjoy mathematics almost as much as you. It means more when you actually see it knock a target into the dust! Our training officer is very pleased with my progress."
"General Iroh is an honorable and able fellow, and he's never lost his temper with us once, no matter what we might get up to. You should see him with this firebending of his when we're at target practice. It's a wonder to watch, and he never misses. He reserves extra time to train students who show promise, of which I'm one. I wouldn't have known if he hadn't brought it out of me. I wish that I could throw flames about as he does, but he says it's a talent that only a few possess. If I can be half as good as he is at making my marks, the war will be easily won."
"Sometimes I hear him walking in the halls in the night. He always has our welfare in mind, to the point that it makes him wakeful. I'd like to get up and walk with him, and respectfully assure him he has nothing to worry about, not from us, and so can go back to sleep. I know that someday, with his help, I'll be able to join you as an officer worthy of his name--and of yours..."
That should just about do it. Hopefully no one had noticed that he himself was up rather late...
[OOC: Some initial text borrowed and paraphrased from the novel of the comic, Bread and Swans by Donna Barr.]