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okami_huTitle: She loved lemonade
Genre: general
Type: drabble
Word count: 400
Character focus: Belsio
A/N: Damn, I liked this guy so much in ep10-11! ^^
Belsio planted the first lemon tree the day after he met the woman he fell in love with at the first sight. The reason was simple: she loved lemonade.
Belsio was a persistent man and he raised the small plant with tender care. And as it grew, so did the love between them; the girl accepted his courting and responded with passion.
The lemon tree grew fast. The dark-haired young man felt like flying when he first kissed his sweetheart. He was in Paradise, when they made love first. He cried with joy
on their wedding day.
By the time she announced that she’s expecting a baby, Belsio had a garden full of young lemon trees. He was the happiest man alive.
He was afraid, when his wife came down with some illness but he didn’t think it was something serious. Not until the first sapling began to wither.
One month later, Belsio kneeled down next to the bed with a glass of lemonade. His wife looked up on him with a weak smile; she was almost transparent, as the sunshine kissed her marble skin and the still-beautiful blonde hair. The child was long dead; the mother’s illness killed it in the womb.
Belsio caressed the locks of spun gold. “Would you like to drink, my love?”
“Thank you, darling” the ghostly beauty whispered softly. “But I can’t hold the glass. Let me drink from your mouth.”
Belsio obeyed with a smile and he pressed his lips to his wife’s, to let her swallow the cool, fresh liquid. He felt the slim fingers on his hair for a heartbeat; then the pale hand fell back to the bed. Belsio pulled away and stared at the golden beauty in his arms.
Her eyes were closed forever.
Two days after the funeral, the first little sapling died too. The next morning, Belsio went out to the garden to destroy all of them.
But as he stood there, hearing the breeze’s whisper, seeing the sunshine dancing on the fresh leaves, he couldn’t raise his hand against them. His beloved wife loved these trees; it would have been the disgracing of her memory to kill them. They made him realize, that he has to live on.
The trees grew and the pain lessened. And when Nash Tringham’s first son, the golden-haired little Russel was born, Belsio made a lemon pie for the proud mother.
Genre: general
Type: drabble
Word count: 400
Character focus: Belsio
A/N: Damn, I liked this guy so much in ep10-11! ^^
Belsio planted the first lemon tree the day after he met the woman he fell in love with at the first sight. The reason was simple: she loved lemonade.
Belsio was a persistent man and he raised the small plant with tender care. And as it grew, so did the love between them; the girl accepted his courting and responded with passion.
The lemon tree grew fast. The dark-haired young man felt like flying when he first kissed his sweetheart. He was in Paradise, when they made love first. He cried with joy
on their wedding day.
By the time she announced that she’s expecting a baby, Belsio had a garden full of young lemon trees. He was the happiest man alive.
He was afraid, when his wife came down with some illness but he didn’t think it was something serious. Not until the first sapling began to wither.
One month later, Belsio kneeled down next to the bed with a glass of lemonade. His wife looked up on him with a weak smile; she was almost transparent, as the sunshine kissed her marble skin and the still-beautiful blonde hair. The child was long dead; the mother’s illness killed it in the womb.
Belsio caressed the locks of spun gold. “Would you like to drink, my love?”
“Thank you, darling” the ghostly beauty whispered softly. “But I can’t hold the glass. Let me drink from your mouth.”
Belsio obeyed with a smile and he pressed his lips to his wife’s, to let her swallow the cool, fresh liquid. He felt the slim fingers on his hair for a heartbeat; then the pale hand fell back to the bed. Belsio pulled away and stared at the golden beauty in his arms.
Her eyes were closed forever.
Two days after the funeral, the first little sapling died too. The next morning, Belsio went out to the garden to destroy all of them.
But as he stood there, hearing the breeze’s whisper, seeing the sunshine dancing on the fresh leaves, he couldn’t raise his hand against them. His beloved wife loved these trees; it would have been the disgracing of her memory to kill them. They made him realize, that he has to live on.
The trees grew and the pain lessened. And when Nash Tringham’s first son, the golden-haired little Russel was born, Belsio made a lemon pie for the proud mother.
