Pretty Children, Bright Children
Apr. 25th, 2012 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wonderlifeAuthor: Nichole
Rated: G
Word Count: 150
Story Title: Pretty Children, Bright Children
Summary: Chan-wook catches his seven children in a rare moment of complete peace and happiness.
The sound of laughter filled Chan-wook’s ears. Glancing toward his children he saw all seven crowded close together. Six of them were laughing – guffawing – in pure delight; even Taka looked amused, though it was clear she couldn’t yet bring herself to giggle or even smile. Though, both Eddie and Jiro were gently poking her sides in hopes of a reaction.
Watching them from across the room, Chan-wook felt himself beam with pride. He had stolen or bought each of them, presumably to lead them to short and painful lives.
Yes, there was pain and death. There were even falls from grace. They were all broken in one way or another, and yet, they were still going. Still able to grow, maybe even heal.
Watching them laugh and tease one another, Chan-wook was sure there was a bit of happiness and warmth as well. With him, they had least had a chance for something more than being a slave or an outcast. With him, they had a chance at having a family and a home.
Rated: G
Word Count: 150
Story Title: Pretty Children, Bright Children
Summary: Chan-wook catches his seven children in a rare moment of complete peace and happiness.
The sound of laughter filled Chan-wook’s ears. Glancing toward his children he saw all seven crowded close together. Six of them were laughing – guffawing – in pure delight; even Taka looked amused, though it was clear she couldn’t yet bring herself to giggle or even smile. Though, both Eddie and Jiro were gently poking her sides in hopes of a reaction.
Watching them from across the room, Chan-wook felt himself beam with pride. He had stolen or bought each of them, presumably to lead them to short and painful lives.
Yes, there was pain and death. There were even falls from grace. They were all broken in one way or another, and yet, they were still going. Still able to grow, maybe even heal.
Watching them laugh and tease one another, Chan-wook was sure there was a bit of happiness and warmth as well. With him, they had least had a chance for something more than being a slave or an outcast. With him, they had a chance at having a family and a home.
