TotA: Family Portrait
Title: Family Portrait
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): God Generals
Rating: G
Comment: CRACK. Do not take srsly. ;D
For most people of the Order of Lorelei the God-Generals were divine fighters in the name of the Score. They had power and might and wealth, everything a commoner would wish for. They were famous; Probably everyone in Daath and beyond knew their names and titles, and most were even familiar with their looks.
They were heroes. Every time they went on a mission people would gather in the streets, staring at them, cheering, chanting their names and encouragement.
But no-one, simply no-one, knew what was going on in their headquarter behind closed doors.....
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"Now hand me that fucking butter, you stupid--"
"Well, now, Asch, watch your language!"
"Yeah but this shithead's --"
"I said watch your language!"
Legretta ruffled the redhead's hair nealy violently before she put a plate down on the table, right before his eyes. It was filled with pancaces. Delicious, warm, steaming pancaces.
"....Ow, why are you even bother helping him?", Sync cried from the other side of said table, tossing down the package of butter he had just stolen. He was sulking. It was nothing too strange for the other Generals - after all, the actual age of the boy's mind was around two, even if his body was that of a slender 14 or 15 year old. It was normal for him to sulk like this.
"Come over here and eat with Asch instead of throwing away food. You two can share,can't you?"
And for a rare second, both agreed in their opinion:
"NO!"
"Fine, I see. Then you two want no breakfeast at all....", the gunner smiled and reached out to grab the plate again.
"..."
As expected, both boys sat down quietly, next to each other, and started eating. So Legrettas work for that morning was done, and she had time to take care of her own needs.
Coffee.
She nodded with a slight smile as Largo handed her the cup, then sat down herself. Skipping through the daily morning report, she enjoyed those rare moments of 'peace' in their family.
Because "family" was the only term she could come up with. A family was a group of people of different ages, with different views and different attitudes. Granted, she was what could be called a "mother", caring and loving, yet sometimes distanced and grim. Asch, Sync and Arietta - always sitting quiet on her side of the table, cuddling with her stuffed moster...thingies - were the children, the youngest, always quarreling. Largo was like an older brother to her, an uncle for the kids - so severe, yet so soft on the inside. Dist - oh well, every family had to have a narcisstic black sheep, right? Besides, he was a good storyteller, exiting the younger ones with strange tales of a city in the snow and a wonderful teacher, what was her name again....?
Oh, and yes, Legretta thought, cheeks slightly turning red in some kind of embarrassment, yes, the Commandant....
"Good morning!", Van suddenly exclaimed from the door, causing everyone to get up in an instance. He smiled, shaking his head lightly, long hair open and still a little wet from the shower he took earlier. He generously waved his hand.
"Take your seat, please, and proceed your meal. Anything interesting in there, Legretta?"
He crossed the room, then leaned over her shoulder, breathing lightly into her left ear. She shuddered, face turning a little more red, then turning the page.
"No, e- everything's fine, Commandant."
"Oh, splendid!"
He sat down right next to her, sipping on her coffee and tsking some of her papers. Afterwards he leaned back in his chair, some documents in hands, reading and pondering. The quarrel between Sync and Asch had ceased; they were afraid to carry on fighting, now that Vandesdelca was inside the room.
Yes, Legretta came back to her thoughts in her mind, if she was the mother, he was the father, reigning with power, knowledge and resolve over the little family. A father that knew the path everything must take. A father that would lead them through darkness and madness, until they all reach one goal.
Salvation.
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Character(s)/Pairing(s): God Generals
Rating: G
Comment: CRACK. Do not take srsly. ;D
For most people of the Order of Lorelei the God-Generals were divine fighters in the name of the Score. They had power and might and wealth, everything a commoner would wish for. They were famous; Probably everyone in Daath and beyond knew their names and titles, and most were even familiar with their looks.
They were heroes. Every time they went on a mission people would gather in the streets, staring at them, cheering, chanting their names and encouragement.
But no-one, simply no-one, knew what was going on in their headquarter behind closed doors.....
----------------
"Now hand me that fucking butter, you stupid--"
"Well, now, Asch, watch your language!"
"Yeah but this shithead's --"
"I said watch your language!"
Legretta ruffled the redhead's hair nealy violently before she put a plate down on the table, right before his eyes. It was filled with pancaces. Delicious, warm, steaming pancaces.
"....Ow, why are you even bother helping him?", Sync cried from the other side of said table, tossing down the package of butter he had just stolen. He was sulking. It was nothing too strange for the other Generals - after all, the actual age of the boy's mind was around two, even if his body was that of a slender 14 or 15 year old. It was normal for him to sulk like this.
"Come over here and eat with Asch instead of throwing away food. You two can share,can't you?"
And for a rare second, both agreed in their opinion:
"NO!"
"Fine, I see. Then you two want no breakfeast at all....", the gunner smiled and reached out to grab the plate again.
"..."
As expected, both boys sat down quietly, next to each other, and started eating. So Legrettas work for that morning was done, and she had time to take care of her own needs.
Coffee.
She nodded with a slight smile as Largo handed her the cup, then sat down herself. Skipping through the daily morning report, she enjoyed those rare moments of 'peace' in their family.
Because "family" was the only term she could come up with. A family was a group of people of different ages, with different views and different attitudes. Granted, she was what could be called a "mother", caring and loving, yet sometimes distanced and grim. Asch, Sync and Arietta - always sitting quiet on her side of the table, cuddling with her stuffed moster...thingies - were the children, the youngest, always quarreling. Largo was like an older brother to her, an uncle for the kids - so severe, yet so soft on the inside. Dist - oh well, every family had to have a narcisstic black sheep, right? Besides, he was a good storyteller, exiting the younger ones with strange tales of a city in the snow and a wonderful teacher, what was her name again....?
Oh, and yes, Legretta thought, cheeks slightly turning red in some kind of embarrassment, yes, the Commandant....
"Good morning!", Van suddenly exclaimed from the door, causing everyone to get up in an instance. He smiled, shaking his head lightly, long hair open and still a little wet from the shower he took earlier. He generously waved his hand.
"Take your seat, please, and proceed your meal. Anything interesting in there, Legretta?"
He crossed the room, then leaned over her shoulder, breathing lightly into her left ear. She shuddered, face turning a little more red, then turning the page.
"No, e- everything's fine, Commandant."
"Oh, splendid!"
He sat down right next to her, sipping on her coffee and tsking some of her papers. Afterwards he leaned back in his chair, some documents in hands, reading and pondering. The quarrel between Sync and Asch had ceased; they were afraid to carry on fighting, now that Vandesdelca was inside the room.
Yes, Legretta came back to her thoughts in her mind, if she was the mother, he was the father, reigning with power, knowledge and resolve over the little family. A father that knew the path everything must take. A father that would lead them through darkness and madness, until they all reach one goal.
Salvation.