Dream Post #2
Dec. 5th, 2011 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ischarmingWarnings: Head canon stuff, questionable parenting from Valentine
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Snow is falling out on the ground that a young boy with blond hair is playing in. He's laughing brightly and running around trying to catch the flakes. It's a beautiful sight to be sure. Anyone can see that just by looking at it. A closer look even reveals that this is a young Jace, golden eyes happy as he falls into a pile of the snow around him.
"Jonathan," a man's voice calls and the boy turns to a tall man with hair so blond it might as well be white. The smile on his face fades a bit. It's quite clear suddenly that he's not supposed to be out here playing.
"I don't believe that your reading is done for the day. So a certain son of mine shouldn't be out enjoying himself in the snow. But since you so intent on it, go stand by that tree."
Jace quickly nods then runs over, staring at his feet. But only for a moment. Then he's looking up at the man. "I am sorry, father. I just..."
"Your task will be to catch the snow I throw at you."
For the next fifteen minutes straight, the man throws balls of snow that splatter in the boy's hands, smashing into his face. It's not long before the little boy is crying and shivering from the cold. Yet he still tries to hold his hands to catch the snow. He clearly doesn't want to give up because there has to be a way. However, the next one hits him straight in the face and his head smacks the tree behind him. Letting out a yelp of pain and a little sob, he falls to his knees. Only then does the man walk up to him.
"There, there, Jonathan. This was just a lesson to show you that what can bring us pleasure can slip through our fingers and cause us pain. Never forget this lesson."
The little boy sobs and nods his head quickly to show that he's understood. "Y-y-y-yesss, f-f-f-father."
"Very good. Now go inside and get cleaned up before you go back to your reading. We don't want you to get our books wet." The man smiles as he brushes snow from Jace's hair then helps him up. It's like he's proud of the child as he watches him run back into the house...
Jace wakes up panting after the memory. He's distressed enough that he doesn't even notice the smell of peppermint in the air. Grabbing his hair, he stares off with wide eyes before he notices the Dreamberry on. With a snarl, he throws it against the wall.
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Snow is falling out on the ground that a young boy with blond hair is playing in. He's laughing brightly and running around trying to catch the flakes. It's a beautiful sight to be sure. Anyone can see that just by looking at it. A closer look even reveals that this is a young Jace, golden eyes happy as he falls into a pile of the snow around him.
"Jonathan," a man's voice calls and the boy turns to a tall man with hair so blond it might as well be white. The smile on his face fades a bit. It's quite clear suddenly that he's not supposed to be out here playing.
"I don't believe that your reading is done for the day. So a certain son of mine shouldn't be out enjoying himself in the snow. But since you so intent on it, go stand by that tree."
Jace quickly nods then runs over, staring at his feet. But only for a moment. Then he's looking up at the man. "I am sorry, father. I just..."
"Your task will be to catch the snow I throw at you."
For the next fifteen minutes straight, the man throws balls of snow that splatter in the boy's hands, smashing into his face. It's not long before the little boy is crying and shivering from the cold. Yet he still tries to hold his hands to catch the snow. He clearly doesn't want to give up because there has to be a way. However, the next one hits him straight in the face and his head smacks the tree behind him. Letting out a yelp of pain and a little sob, he falls to his knees. Only then does the man walk up to him.
"There, there, Jonathan. This was just a lesson to show you that what can bring us pleasure can slip through our fingers and cause us pain. Never forget this lesson."
The little boy sobs and nods his head quickly to show that he's understood. "Y-y-y-yesss, f-f-f-father."
"Very good. Now go inside and get cleaned up before you go back to your reading. We don't want you to get our books wet." The man smiles as he brushes snow from Jace's hair then helps him up. It's like he's proud of the child as he watches him run back into the house...
Jace wakes up panting after the memory. He's distressed enough that he doesn't even notice the smell of peppermint in the air. Grabbing his hair, he stares off with wide eyes before he notices the Dreamberry on. With a snarl, he throws it against the wall.
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-06 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-06 09:10 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-12-06 09:13 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-12-06 09:17 am (UTC)It's this way. [He's not in the mood to be his usual smartass self. Which says a lot.]
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:24 am (UTC)He follows Jace with a nod, falling into step with him. The attitude is noticed, but he knows better than to comment. Instead, he tries his hand--lamely--at small talk.]
I didn't know your name was Johnathan.
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:27 am (UTC)[Sorry, Zuko. That's apparently one of those things that falls into the category of "It's a long story."]
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:29 am (UTC)But your fa--
[oh, wait, he wasn't going to bring up the dream. oops.]
It's-- Oh.
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:38 am (UTC)[It's sort of an explanation. But not really at the same time. And there's a bitter edge to his tone. There's so many emotions plaguing him that he can't think straight.]
Clary named me Jace. That's my name.
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:41 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-12-06 09:50 am (UTC)[He opens the door and goes in to reveal a wide open space filled with a multitude of weapons. Some real, some for training. But all of them neatly organized. Jace ignores them and just goes to the mat and turns to Zuko.]
Anything you want to ask?
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Date: 2011-12-06 09:59 am (UTC)The offer surprises him.]
About what the Dreamberry shared without your permission?
You don't exactly seem thrilled by questions, you know.
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:02 am (UTC)[Everything in his head is too conflicted. He knows what Valentine did was wrong. He knows the man wasn't his real father. He knows that Valentine willingly killed him to accomplish a goal.
But...he's also the only father he's ever known. And they had times when they were happy. He just...can't forget all of that.]
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:06 am (UTC)I wasn't going to suggest anything.
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:09 am (UTC)[Whether he will feel like answering or not is another story. But it's the people who tell him that Valentine abused him that he doesn't want to really talk to currently.
And he'll cross his arms, so tense that he looks more like some kind of wild animal ready to run at any moment.]
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:13 am (UTC)[he leans against the wall, watching Jace quietly.]
I already know you're only going to answer the things you want to talk about anyway. You might as well just get it off your chest.
[shrugging again. This is... weird. but Jace is his friend, right? He's gathered that this, or something along the lines of it, is what friends should do. ...right?]
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:17 am (UTC)[He goes over to a wall and grabs a sword. Then he throws it at another wall so hard that it buries itself deeply then waves wildly, the metal trying to keep straight. He seems to shake a little as he stares at it.]
She said he abused me. That it was child abuse to pelt my face with snow because I wasn't supposed to be out there in the first place. I was supposed to reading like he told me to.
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:24 am (UTC)Who said that?
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:27 am (UTC)[Jace turns and just knocks a bunch of the weapons right off the wall. Just so he can watch them hit the floor.]
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:29 am (UTC)[watching the weapons fall.
Then, back on the subject of his father, very quietly:]
That wasn't the only time, was it?
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:33 am (UTC)No.
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:34 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-12-06 10:38 am (UTC)Repeatedly.]
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:41 am (UTC)And then, he's suddenly there, catching Jace's wrist to keep him from breaking his hand, with the way he's attacking the wall viciously.]
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Date: 2011-12-06 10:44 am (UTC)Which means he takes a swing at him with his other fist.]
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