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tanarillSo, MW was sleeping on the couch when I came out of my room, because apparently Dad was snoring and he woke her up. She does this sometimes. It kind of startled me, though.
Andalso, she asked me to take JJ to his violin lesson. So I will be doing that and then probably we will go to the bookstore for a time. Depends on JJ's amount of HW, though.
Farah is really easy to write. The Prince wants to angst a lot. I wish he would stop that.
Title: Internalized
Fandom: Prince of Persia: Sands of Time
Rating: G
Warnings: Freaky things the Sands can do to people they don't like.
The thing about the Sands is that they don't make you any less human. They make you more human, or maybe only more aware of your humanity.
Farah is really, really self aware. It comes with the territory, along with being able to remember a lot of things that never happened and in the most extreme case, simply wear the glass Medallion. But you can't be that sure of who you are and what you are and where you are and when you are without also, simply by extension, learning to check for these things in others. And it's really surprising, when you get right down to it, how easy it is to make things happen when you know yourself that well.
For example, the delegation of Persian diplomats whose lives she is currently saving.
"Why not? He wants you to marry his son!"
"Because, one, they're just the messengers and killing the messenger is stupid and wasteful, not to mention cruel, and, two, I want to meet the man."
Her father gaped at her. "What?"
"I want to meet the man," repeated Farah, and at her father's look of horror, "Not the father. The Prince. See if I like him."
"You are not actually considering-"
"Yes, I am," said Farah firmly. "You made me a promise that I wouldn't ever have to marry someone I don't want to. And whoever I marry, he has to be strong, because our duty-"
"Yes, I know." He knew. Farah had had brothers. She remembered them like she remembered everything that hadn't happened, the edges blurred and a little fuzzy. They had been kind, in an awkward way, unsure of what to do with a toddler a decade younger that the youngest of them, but they'd given her honeyed almonds and bounced her when she was at an age that bouncing was fun. And then they'd gone up against the Sands and, one by one, faltered until she was the last one left. And she'd been so angry when she'd finally understood what was happening to them, why no one ever mentioned them again, that she'd gone and faced the Sands six years early and won.
It really very amazing what a small, determined, observant, and overall enraged child can do.
"So if I like him, then we put him up against the Sands. If he fails," she shrugged, "then there won't be a problem. If he succeeds, then there isn't a problem either."
"But you know nothing about him! Aside from what these messengers have said," he added. "And we are certainly not friendly with Seraf."
That is the point where Farah could - should - explain about the Sands and Azad, but she doesn't. That is her secret, her's and the prince's. Instead, she says, "Father. It will not do any harm just to meet him."
Her father looked at her. It was a long, searching look, the kind of look that would reveal a lot about someone who wasn't as self-actualized as she is. She knows she betrays nothing, but meets his gaze squarely.
"All right," he says eventually. "You can meet him."
Andalso, she asked me to take JJ to his violin lesson. So I will be doing that and then probably we will go to the bookstore for a time. Depends on JJ's amount of HW, though.
Farah is really easy to write. The Prince wants to angst a lot. I wish he would stop that.
Title: Internalized
Fandom: Prince of Persia: Sands of Time
Rating: G
Warnings: Freaky things the Sands can do to people they don't like.
The thing about the Sands is that they don't make you any less human. They make you more human, or maybe only more aware of your humanity.
Farah is really, really self aware. It comes with the territory, along with being able to remember a lot of things that never happened and in the most extreme case, simply wear the glass Medallion. But you can't be that sure of who you are and what you are and where you are and when you are without also, simply by extension, learning to check for these things in others. And it's really surprising, when you get right down to it, how easy it is to make things happen when you know yourself that well.
For example, the delegation of Persian diplomats whose lives she is currently saving.
"Why not? He wants you to marry his son!"
"Because, one, they're just the messengers and killing the messenger is stupid and wasteful, not to mention cruel, and, two, I want to meet the man."
Her father gaped at her. "What?"
"I want to meet the man," repeated Farah, and at her father's look of horror, "Not the father. The Prince. See if I like him."
"You are not actually considering-"
"Yes, I am," said Farah firmly. "You made me a promise that I wouldn't ever have to marry someone I don't want to. And whoever I marry, he has to be strong, because our duty-"
"Yes, I know." He knew. Farah had had brothers. She remembered them like she remembered everything that hadn't happened, the edges blurred and a little fuzzy. They had been kind, in an awkward way, unsure of what to do with a toddler a decade younger that the youngest of them, but they'd given her honeyed almonds and bounced her when she was at an age that bouncing was fun. And then they'd gone up against the Sands and, one by one, faltered until she was the last one left. And she'd been so angry when she'd finally understood what was happening to them, why no one ever mentioned them again, that she'd gone and faced the Sands six years early and won.
It really very amazing what a small, determined, observant, and overall enraged child can do.
"So if I like him, then we put him up against the Sands. If he fails," she shrugged, "then there won't be a problem. If he succeeds, then there isn't a problem either."
"But you know nothing about him! Aside from what these messengers have said," he added. "And we are certainly not friendly with Seraf."
That is the point where Farah could - should - explain about the Sands and Azad, but she doesn't. That is her secret, her's and the prince's. Instead, she says, "Father. It will not do any harm just to meet him."
Her father looked at her. It was a long, searching look, the kind of look that would reveal a lot about someone who wasn't as self-actualized as she is. She knows she betrays nothing, but meets his gaze squarely.
"All right," he says eventually. "You can meet him."
