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Story: Legend of the Galactic Heroes, "Rot" [Reinhard/Kircheis]
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armistice_day about Legend of the Galactic Heroes, an anime (based on novels) that I have only watched one episode of, and since it is her birthday, basically this had to happen. (Also, since I have only watched one episode out of 110, I can't exactly say how accurate this is. I can, however, say that it is rather ridiculous.)
Title: Rot
Fandom: Legend of the Galactic Heroes
Wordcount: 530
Pairing: Reinhard/Kircheis
Rating: PG
Warnings: References to death?
Spoilers: I should say none, because I have only watched one episode of the show and I instantly knew what was going to happen. Technically, however, there is a pretty big spoiler.
Summary: Reinhard has strong feelings about landscaping.
Notes: "Rot" means "Red" in German, and the German/English double meaning is intentional (and not very subtle). This was written as a bit of a joke forarmistice_day.
Rot.
The flowers in the garden were blooming: a show they put on every year, and one Reinhard watched with a mixture of indifference and annoyance. Pure indifference cloaked him at first, but as the days passed and the flowers grew and began to spread their petals wide, his disinterest waned, and he felt the first stirrings of disdain.
Pink and gold and blue and violet, the flowers drank up both the sun and the rain. Chosen by the gardeners with care, their colors complemented each other, and they flourished wherever they grew. In addition to the other colors, there were orange flowers and red flowers. The orange ones he tolerated. He liked the red ones least of all, but to tell the gardener, No red flowers, would have been beneath him.
He liked the red ones least, but he was drawn to them. There was one certain type of flower with blossoms of a particularly deep red hue. Whenever he walked out into the gardens, no matter how much he tried to avoid these red flowers, he could not. It was inevitable. Before his stroll was finished, he would find himself standing in a sea of crimson, the petals as red as blood or wine or heartache. He closed his eyes. He didn't wish to see them. Yet when he closed his eyes, he could still smell them. Sweet and fine, that scent surrounded him, covered him like a cloying pall. Those red flowers troubled him, yet he could not escape from them. They were the most beautiful in the garden.
It was when the peak of summer had passed and the season was drawing to its close that the red flowers began to fade. It was then that Reinhard's annoyance began to overwhelm his indifference, a long-waged war coming at last to its end. The petals began to lose their form and freshness. They began to fall, one by one.
Each day, the blooms were less bright. Each day, when he awoke, Reinhard gazed out the window, and a scowl pulled at the corners of his mouth. Even from that distance, he witnessed their decline. No weather could disguise it, neither fine nor foul. Not even his morning tea could relax him when such a mood was upon him.
"Tear them up!" he told the gardeners at last, unable to bear the sight any longer. He had forgotten that making such an order was undignified, irrational.
Only the sight of the gardeners with their shovels could dispel the curious unrest that seized him. Only when he saw the flowers uprooted did they lose their power over him. Reinhard saw them from his window, harmless now and fit for nothing but compost.
He turned his back on the window. A shudder passed through him, and he sighed. He was not aware that his hand rose and touched the locket at his throat; it was a habitual gesture that he did not always notice.
The flowers died. Every year they died, and he destroyed them because could not endure their death. Worst of all, as they died, he knew they would grow again next year, as fresh as they had ever been.
armistice_day about Legend of the Galactic Heroes, an anime (based on novels) that I have only watched one episode of, and since it is her birthday, basically this had to happen. (Also, since I have only watched one episode out of 110, I can't exactly say how accurate this is. I can, however, say that it is rather ridiculous.)Title: Rot
Fandom: Legend of the Galactic Heroes
Wordcount: 530
Pairing: Reinhard/Kircheis
Rating: PG
Warnings: References to death?
Spoilers: I should say none, because I have only watched one episode of the show and I instantly knew what was going to happen. Technically, however, there is a pretty big spoiler.
Summary: Reinhard has strong feelings about landscaping.
Notes: "Rot" means "Red" in German, and the German/English double meaning is intentional (and not very subtle). This was written as a bit of a joke for
armistice_day.Rot.
The flowers in the garden were blooming: a show they put on every year, and one Reinhard watched with a mixture of indifference and annoyance. Pure indifference cloaked him at first, but as the days passed and the flowers grew and began to spread their petals wide, his disinterest waned, and he felt the first stirrings of disdain.
Pink and gold and blue and violet, the flowers drank up both the sun and the rain. Chosen by the gardeners with care, their colors complemented each other, and they flourished wherever they grew. In addition to the other colors, there were orange flowers and red flowers. The orange ones he tolerated. He liked the red ones least of all, but to tell the gardener, No red flowers, would have been beneath him.
He liked the red ones least, but he was drawn to them. There was one certain type of flower with blossoms of a particularly deep red hue. Whenever he walked out into the gardens, no matter how much he tried to avoid these red flowers, he could not. It was inevitable. Before his stroll was finished, he would find himself standing in a sea of crimson, the petals as red as blood or wine or heartache. He closed his eyes. He didn't wish to see them. Yet when he closed his eyes, he could still smell them. Sweet and fine, that scent surrounded him, covered him like a cloying pall. Those red flowers troubled him, yet he could not escape from them. They were the most beautiful in the garden.
It was when the peak of summer had passed and the season was drawing to its close that the red flowers began to fade. It was then that Reinhard's annoyance began to overwhelm his indifference, a long-waged war coming at last to its end. The petals began to lose their form and freshness. They began to fall, one by one.
Each day, the blooms were less bright. Each day, when he awoke, Reinhard gazed out the window, and a scowl pulled at the corners of his mouth. Even from that distance, he witnessed their decline. No weather could disguise it, neither fine nor foul. Not even his morning tea could relax him when such a mood was upon him.
"Tear them up!" he told the gardeners at last, unable to bear the sight any longer. He had forgotten that making such an order was undignified, irrational.
Only the sight of the gardeners with their shovels could dispel the curious unrest that seized him. Only when he saw the flowers uprooted did they lose their power over him. Reinhard saw them from his window, harmless now and fit for nothing but compost.
He turned his back on the window. A shudder passed through him, and he sighed. He was not aware that his hand rose and touched the locket at his throat; it was a habitual gesture that he did not always notice.
The flowers died. Every year they died, and he destroyed them because could not endure their death. Worst of all, as they died, he knew they would grow again next year, as fresh as they had ever been.
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;_____________;
~beautiful memories~
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Ah, poor Rheiny. He'll always miss his BFF! But at least he still has the galaxy to conquer...