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Title: A gulf
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Siegfried
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Summary: Siegfried is a difficult child; Margaret is long-suffering.
A/N: ...i do not know what possesses me to write such things. :X fwiw, Siegfried is around 11-12 years old in this. (also, a jerk.)
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"You can't keep doing this, Siegfried," Margaret tells her son. She peels off his shirt, flinching at the sight of bruises blossoming under the fragile skin. Margaret washes his back, sticky with dirt and blood, her hands gentle as she passes over dark, tender flesh. Margaret flinches; her child does not.
Unbidden, Margaret finds herself wishing for Frederick- they had never been close, even during the years he'd been home, but he, at least, could coax their son out of the sullen moods he so often indulged in. She, on the other hand, might as well speak to a rock, for all the response Siegfried gives her.
"Not every insult must be answered with your fists, my love," Margaret says, resisting the urge to snap, to yell; cruel experience has taught her that neither rage nor disapproval can break through the walls her son has built.
"I'm not the one they make fun of."
Margaret pauses in her ministrations. Siegfried rarely speaks to her, these days, and never when she scolds him.
"Then- why..."
"They call you a whore, Mother." His words are cold, sharp, aimed to hurt; Margaret shudders as they cut deep. "But I'll stop, if that's what you want."
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Siegfried
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Summary: Siegfried is a difficult child; Margaret is long-suffering.
A/N: ...i do not know what possesses me to write such things. :X fwiw, Siegfried is around 11-12 years old in this. (also, a jerk.)
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"You can't keep doing this, Siegfried," Margaret tells her son. She peels off his shirt, flinching at the sight of bruises blossoming under the fragile skin. Margaret washes his back, sticky with dirt and blood, her hands gentle as she passes over dark, tender flesh. Margaret flinches; her child does not.
Unbidden, Margaret finds herself wishing for Frederick- they had never been close, even during the years he'd been home, but he, at least, could coax their son out of the sullen moods he so often indulged in. She, on the other hand, might as well speak to a rock, for all the response Siegfried gives her.
"Not every insult must be answered with your fists, my love," Margaret says, resisting the urge to snap, to yell; cruel experience has taught her that neither rage nor disapproval can break through the walls her son has built.
"I'm not the one they make fun of."
Margaret pauses in her ministrations. Siegfried rarely speaks to her, these days, and never when she scolds him.
"Then- why..."
"They call you a whore, Mother." His words are cold, sharp, aimed to hurt; Margaret shudders as they cut deep. "But I'll stop, if that's what you want."
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Date: 2009-09-17 05:45 am (UTC)From:i think that's probably true - there aren't that many fics that take place during Siegfried's youth, it's usually brought up in flashback or memory or some other device, and the scene always seems to end on a 'WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT? :( ' note.
Though I do think it might be possible that he did have a less harsh relationship with his mum during his tender years
yes - it's not uncommon for fatherless children to be close to their mothers when they're young, especially if they're an only child, only to grow resentful as they grow older and become more aware of how society views their family.