Drabble I

[ariadnem]

OK...I've finally started typing these drabbles, let's begin then. I know it's short, but I really hope you like it.

For: scorpioyue

Chara: Mime

Phrase: "Desearía escuchar de nuevo" or "I wish I could hear again"

Language: English

 

As always, there was no difference between night and day in Asgard.  Mime knew that way too well for him to like it.  Many a night and a day had he actually spent perfecting the art of the warrior, as much as he’d done with the art of playing the harp. 

 

His father had taught him about that, all of it before he had killed him and with that action, he’d killed all his emotions.  At least that was what he had always believed.  That there was nothing inside of him but a void and the flawless ability for assassinating. 

 

After taking a deep breath, Mime walked outside the balcony of his room in the Valaskiaf.  Hilda had brought them back for some reason.  Only the call of a Valkyrie would have done it, and now, he was breathing again.    He’d tried to comply with being alive and with the others, yet—he knew he was missing something.

 

Mime sat on the edge of the balcony.  He, the man with no emotions was now feeling melancholic.  In fact, he’d been feeling like that for the past few weeks. On the opposite corner to where he was, Mime saw his old harp laying against the wall.  The sight of it brought him memories of old times.  Of textures he’d touched once.  Of smells he’d perceived long ago.  How odd it was to have return and not being able to play a tune anymore, not matter how many times Benetnasch might have tried before.

 

“I wish I could hear again.”

 

But inside, there was no voice guiding him.  Yet, out of nowhere, a lullaby started in his head.  One his father used to sing when Mime was already asleep and didn’t notice. Instinctively, he walked towards the instrument, seizing it.  Fears and security; love and hate; past and future, colliding in his present due to the contact of his fingers with the cold wood.

 

The lullaby kept playing in his head and his fingers began to repeat it in the harp.  The melody sounded beautifully.  Fingers and strings becoming an extension one from the other.

 

Siegfried had walked into the room some minutes before to have a  word with his brother in arms, but remained in silence, watching him moving from one edge of the balcony to the other.  The sound of an harp and the tune won him over.  The captain walked out of the place quietly.

 

Mime had finally found what he was missing.

Comments

[scorpioyue.livejournal.com]

Wheee! :D So lovely and touching... Thank you very much! Mime is my favorite character from the Asgard saga. Ohhhh... *__*

Thankies!

[ariadnem.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it.

God...I've just noticed almost all the drabbles I wrote last week (and I'm still trying to finish typing) have a very sad background...*sigh*

I'll try to write another one, when I feel happier ^^