Time Period: Victor's childhood Notes: . . .I honestly think this is one of the most depressing things I've ever written about Victor's childhood. You'll see when you read the fic.
“Would you like some more tea?” “Yes, I would love some more tea!” Victor smiled and poured the “tea” (actually some juice lent for the occasion by the chef) for his guest. He knew that a lot of the other children in the village would make fun of him for having a tea party. After all, that was something girls did in their playtime, not boys. But Victor didn’t mind, and neither did his guest. This was fun. He checked on his other guests at the little table – his favorite stuffed cat and dog – then distributed little cakes to everyone. He happily scarfed his down, but his guest didn’t. “Aren’t you hungry?” Victor asked. “Not right now. I might have it later.” “Oh, all right.” Victor sipped his tea, then looked at his guest with a smile. “Having fun?” “Lots! I’m so glad you invited me.” “I’m glad too,” Victor said, then sighed. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing much,” Victor replied, looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I just wish you could talk on your own sometimes.”
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Date: 2012-02-27 03:30 am (UTC)Notes: . . .I honestly think this is one of the most depressing things I've ever written about Victor's childhood. You'll see when you read the fic.
“Would you like some more tea?”
“Yes, I would love some more tea!”
Victor smiled and poured the “tea” (actually some juice lent for the occasion by the chef) for his guest. He knew that a lot of the other children in the village would make fun of him for having a tea party. After all, that was something girls did in their playtime, not boys. But Victor didn’t mind, and neither did his guest. This was fun.
He checked on his other guests at the little table – his favorite stuffed cat and dog – then distributed little cakes to everyone. He happily scarfed his down, but his guest didn’t. “Aren’t you hungry?” Victor asked.
“Not right now. I might have it later.”
“Oh, all right.” Victor sipped his tea, then looked at his guest with a smile. “Having fun?”
“Lots! I’m so glad you invited me.”
“I’m glad too,” Victor said, then sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much,” Victor replied, looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I just wish you could talk on your own sometimes.”