Post by Sleeves on Mar 30, 2014 20:10:25 GMT
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Sometimes, Elliot hates his parents.
He knows it’s wrong to hate the dead, especially those so long dead. He knows he should hold his father, who died serving Elberon, and his mother, who fed him and clothed him and raised him, in only the highest regard. He knows they deserve nothing but his love.
But they both came from happy families. Whole families. They were both well-adjusted children, with two parents and both arms and nothing to worry about but typical adolescent drama.
Emily was spoiled and Christoph was sheltered, but what is Elliot? Who does Elliot have? Not Kavik, an asocial misanthrope. Not Daedarus, the mad terrorist. Not Ambrose, who already has five children of his own. Elliot doesn’t even have himself to embrace, because how can he with only one arm?
And when by some miracle Kavik decides to descend from his lair Christmas Eve and hand him a poorly wrapped photo album, Elliot wants to cry. Not because of Kavik’s sudden display of compassion, or out of some belated mourning for his deceased mother. No, Elliot wants to cry when he sees Emily standing beside her parents and her brother and their dog because it just isn’t fair. He wants to erase their loving smiles and burn their white picket fence. Emily isn’t allowed to have been so happy, so complete, and then leave him so broken and alone.
Sometimes, Elliot hates his parents.
Elie angst.
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Sometimes, Elliot hates his parents.
He knows it’s wrong to hate the dead, especially those so long dead. He knows he should hold his father, who died serving Elberon, and his mother, who fed him and clothed him and raised him, in only the highest regard. He knows they deserve nothing but his love.
But they both came from happy families. Whole families. They were both well-adjusted children, with two parents and both arms and nothing to worry about but typical adolescent drama.
Emily was spoiled and Christoph was sheltered, but what is Elliot? Who does Elliot have? Not Kavik, an asocial misanthrope. Not Daedarus, the mad terrorist. Not Ambrose, who already has five children of his own. Elliot doesn’t even have himself to embrace, because how can he with only one arm?
And when by some miracle Kavik decides to descend from his lair Christmas Eve and hand him a poorly wrapped photo album, Elliot wants to cry. Not because of Kavik’s sudden display of compassion, or out of some belated mourning for his deceased mother. No, Elliot wants to cry when he sees Emily standing beside her parents and her brother and their dog because it just isn’t fair. He wants to erase their loving smiles and burn their white picket fence. Emily isn’t allowed to have been so happy, so complete, and then leave him so broken and alone.
Sometimes, Elliot hates his parents.
Elie angst.
