Post by Veneziano on Sept 24, 2010 21:43:27 GMT -5
“Feliciano, get your head out of the clouds and come take these down to the post office!”
The loud demand startled Feliciano out of his reverie, and he jumped up from where he’d been dozing in the grass, beaming unashamedly at the burly shopkeeper as he ran over. Marcello sighed and gave his young employee the boxes, making sure that he could hold all of them securely. Lately Feliciano had been much quieter than usual, and Marcello was a bit worried about the boy. While it wasn’t unusual for him to drift off quite often, the wistful—almost sad—expressions on his face were weirdly unsettling.
“Don’t waste time, okay?” Marcello said gruffly, knowing Feliciano would somehow manage to do just that despite his earnest “si, si!”. He ruffled the boy’s hair before yelling at him to get going, and sighed again as he watched him run off.
It was a beautiful day out, and Feliciano slowed to an easy stroll once he reached the street so he could stare up at the sky. He never wondered how things might have turned out if his parents hadn’t been killed, or if his brother and grandfather hadn’t disappeared—after all, he was lucky to be working for someone as kindly as Marcello, and his life wasn’t bad by any means. At times, though, he longed for the majestic ship that had taken a hold of his heart three years ago to show up once more. Once more, and then the temptation to fly away would leave him; but this was a lie, and he knew it.
Feliciano pushed all thoughts of leaving firmly out of his mind, humming quietly to himself instead as he wandered down the street. He greeted the other shopkeepers who were outside cheerfully, maneuvering the boxes in his arms so he could wave to them. Since he was usually the one Marcello sent there, making his way to the post office was an almost automatic reaction (although he did stop to flirt with the cute girl who worked a few shops over). When he finally got to the counter, he chattered happily away with the worker as he dropped the packages off, any earlier melancholy completely forgotten. He dawdled outside the building for a few seconds before deciding to take the long way back to the shop—past the docks.
And it was there. Brown eyes wide in disbelief, Feliciano let out a little gasp. Three years...and it had changed; but it was still the same ship it had been three years ago, in all its sky-battered glory.
Feliciano was torn between running towards it immediately, just to get a chance to be near it, and returning home and trying uselessly to forget that he’d ever seen it. He stared at the ship for a minute, its sails fluttering in the wind, before giving in to temptation and practically running down to the dock where it was anchored. There wasn’t a thought in his head about what he would do when he got to the ship—Feliciano simply wanted to make the most of this unexpected luck. After all, after it left this time, it might never return again, and he knew that he could not live with that.
The loud demand startled Feliciano out of his reverie, and he jumped up from where he’d been dozing in the grass, beaming unashamedly at the burly shopkeeper as he ran over. Marcello sighed and gave his young employee the boxes, making sure that he could hold all of them securely. Lately Feliciano had been much quieter than usual, and Marcello was a bit worried about the boy. While it wasn’t unusual for him to drift off quite often, the wistful—almost sad—expressions on his face were weirdly unsettling.
“Don’t waste time, okay?” Marcello said gruffly, knowing Feliciano would somehow manage to do just that despite his earnest “si, si!”. He ruffled the boy’s hair before yelling at him to get going, and sighed again as he watched him run off.
It was a beautiful day out, and Feliciano slowed to an easy stroll once he reached the street so he could stare up at the sky. He never wondered how things might have turned out if his parents hadn’t been killed, or if his brother and grandfather hadn’t disappeared—after all, he was lucky to be working for someone as kindly as Marcello, and his life wasn’t bad by any means. At times, though, he longed for the majestic ship that had taken a hold of his heart three years ago to show up once more. Once more, and then the temptation to fly away would leave him; but this was a lie, and he knew it.
Feliciano pushed all thoughts of leaving firmly out of his mind, humming quietly to himself instead as he wandered down the street. He greeted the other shopkeepers who were outside cheerfully, maneuvering the boxes in his arms so he could wave to them. Since he was usually the one Marcello sent there, making his way to the post office was an almost automatic reaction (although he did stop to flirt with the cute girl who worked a few shops over). When he finally got to the counter, he chattered happily away with the worker as he dropped the packages off, any earlier melancholy completely forgotten. He dawdled outside the building for a few seconds before deciding to take the long way back to the shop—past the docks.
And it was there. Brown eyes wide in disbelief, Feliciano let out a little gasp. Three years...and it had changed; but it was still the same ship it had been three years ago, in all its sky-battered glory.
Feliciano was torn between running towards it immediately, just to get a chance to be near it, and returning home and trying uselessly to forget that he’d ever seen it. He stared at the ship for a minute, its sails fluttering in the wind, before giving in to temptation and practically running down to the dock where it was anchored. There wasn’t a thought in his head about what he would do when he got to the ship—Feliciano simply wanted to make the most of this unexpected luck. After all, after it left this time, it might never return again, and he knew that he could not live with that.