Post by neferia on Jun 2, 2010 23:17:56 GMT -5
Darius walked across the docks; a brown leather suitcase clutched firmly in his left hand. In his right his three year old son’s much smaller one. Viktor trailed behind his father struggling with his growing legs to keep up with his father’s long stride. Behind them, carrying another two leather bags was an older gentleman. Three copies, three generations, except for the little boy; his eyes were lighter. Viktor’s eyes were still brown but they were soft with a hazel tint. A month ago there was another person in Darius’ life with those eyes. His wife was a beautiful woman who died in childbirth. She was the reason that he was in the docks looking for a ship that could take him away from Persephone to fight for a better life.
“Daddy slow down!”
Viktor had tripped for the third time in attempt to keep up wit his father’s pace. Hearing the small voice of his son Darius swept the boy into his arms and kissed him lightly on the forehead. He hated to leave Viktor behind but it was something that had to be done. What kind of man sits around and takes whatever is given to him? It was time to be a real role model to the child Darius’ wife had given him.
Darius stopped and set down his son and suitcase. Taking some time to think about what he needed in a ship and what they might need in him; the tall man surveyed the boats in the dock. Each one was different. Different crew needs, different names, different souls. He hoped that he was needed somewhere. After all there was more to being a gun for hire that just point and shoot. There was a finesse to using a gun. You had to be able to have a feel for the gun, its power, the wind and then you had to be able to add it all up to put the bullet where you wanted. It wasn’t easy but it was a job that Darius Arion was good at.
“Are you sure you want to do this son? There is so much that you can do. Not to mention you are a father now. Your son needs you.”
Darius knew his father was only speaking out of concern but it was frustrating that the man couldn’t understand why he had to leave.
“Father, don’t think that I want to leave my son or my family behind. However I could never expect Viktor to grow into a man who fights for what is right in the universe if I can’t do the same. I love you and Mother and I love my son. This may not be the most lucrative thing to do. But hey money was never what I wanted anyway.”
The young boy sitting on his father’s luggage let out a large yawn. He was only three years old and it was well past his nap time. Darius lifted him from the suitcase and cradled the tot against his chest. This child was his life now. Darius really didn’t want to leave and he wished he could take his son with him. But, little Viktor needed an education that was not from a ship. He was going to miss his child and how easy life was. Some how right is never easy. The toddler was asleep in his arms now for what would probably be the last time for some years. He kissed the boys forehead and handed him to his grandfather.
“One day there will be a new universe for you. I’m going to help make it.”
Darius picked up his bags and walked straight backed toward the waiting ships. Promising himself that he would never look back.
“Daddy slow down!”
Viktor had tripped for the third time in attempt to keep up wit his father’s pace. Hearing the small voice of his son Darius swept the boy into his arms and kissed him lightly on the forehead. He hated to leave Viktor behind but it was something that had to be done. What kind of man sits around and takes whatever is given to him? It was time to be a real role model to the child Darius’ wife had given him.
Darius stopped and set down his son and suitcase. Taking some time to think about what he needed in a ship and what they might need in him; the tall man surveyed the boats in the dock. Each one was different. Different crew needs, different names, different souls. He hoped that he was needed somewhere. After all there was more to being a gun for hire that just point and shoot. There was a finesse to using a gun. You had to be able to have a feel for the gun, its power, the wind and then you had to be able to add it all up to put the bullet where you wanted. It wasn’t easy but it was a job that Darius Arion was good at.
“Are you sure you want to do this son? There is so much that you can do. Not to mention you are a father now. Your son needs you.”
Darius knew his father was only speaking out of concern but it was frustrating that the man couldn’t understand why he had to leave.
“Father, don’t think that I want to leave my son or my family behind. However I could never expect Viktor to grow into a man who fights for what is right in the universe if I can’t do the same. I love you and Mother and I love my son. This may not be the most lucrative thing to do. But hey money was never what I wanted anyway.”
The young boy sitting on his father’s luggage let out a large yawn. He was only three years old and it was well past his nap time. Darius lifted him from the suitcase and cradled the tot against his chest. This child was his life now. Darius really didn’t want to leave and he wished he could take his son with him. But, little Viktor needed an education that was not from a ship. He was going to miss his child and how easy life was. Some how right is never easy. The toddler was asleep in his arms now for what would probably be the last time for some years. He kissed the boys forehead and handed him to his grandfather.
“One day there will be a new universe for you. I’m going to help make it.”
Darius picked up his bags and walked straight backed toward the waiting ships. Promising himself that he would never look back.