Surpassing the OriginalSword sliced through the air, ten times, a hundred times. Repetition: practice.Surpassing the Original by ~TaPandaChan
How fair was it that Van got to run and play as he wished, that he was free from the heavy burdens of one day becoming the ruler of Fanelia? He was allowed to be rough, but admonished for his horrible risks. He was allowed to slack off and not study as hard, but he was scolded for his lack of diligence. Praised for what he did correctly, and merely laughed at when he didn't.
Sharpen weapons, learn how to properly put armor on, how to block fire with a shield, how to swing when the enemy is vulnerable.
Van, on the other hand, jumped off a building to impress his dirty cat girl friend and was rescued by their mother, only to be lectured on the fact he should not show his wings to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.
Lectures on the other kingdoms, how to appropriately negotiate and form contracts, how to stay in the good graces in the face of other kings and lords. Van attended these lessons,
Without YouWithout you, Sherlock Holmes, my greatest therapy tool has been rendered completely useless. I had to keep a blog for my own wellbeing, did I? It was supposed to help me get better, I was told. It was supposed to help me sort through my feelings and learn how to trust people more after everything that happened in Afghanistan. I was told to talk about even the more mundane things in my life.Without You by ~TaPandaChan
Now that blog is my tattoo, my permanent reminder that the one thing I really needed is now gone.
Without you, Sherlock Holmes, I have lost all balance. They said to keep the cane. "You never know when something bad can happen to your leg, with all of the running around you and he do together." As much as I didn't want to listen I had to agree, had to say that everything was still as unstable as before.
Now I stare at it, loathing, eyes boring into it, imagining the metal searing. Every time I reach for it, leg aching, my hand burns, my eyes cloud. My true crutch is gone.
Without you, Sherlock Holme