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09.19.2012 , 09:46 AM |
Brotherhood, Some art imitating life here.
These characters are my Smuggler Ainsley and Corso Riggs two sons.
The brothers Riggs, Aaron and Cohen. Some Force of Wills foreshadowing? Wouldn't call it spoilers exactly..
It wasn’t fair, mused a somber five year old Aaron, why did he always have to give up his toys to his brother, Cohen only wanted them because he was playing with it in the first place. Aaron was confident his brother wouldn’t find him here, on the top loft in the barn, he wasn’t supposed to be here, but he was bigger and stronger then Cohen, and he wouldn’t be able to climb up. He could hear squealing and crying coming from the house as Cohen fought off Mitka’s attempts at grabbing his toys. Aaron smirked to himself, let him know what it feels like for a change. He heard the slap then Mitka’s wailing, followed shortly by their mother hollering at Cohen for hitting his little sister. The door slammed.
“Go find your brother and play with him.” His mother called out. Crap.
The door closed again to his mother’s exasperated cry “Mitka, what did you get into now?” followed by his baby sisters giggles.
Aaron held himself very still, hoping his brother wouldn’t guess where he was, the barn door opened, Aaron risked a peak over the edge of the loft, it was his dad leading a Ronto into one of the pens. The hay tickled his nose, and he sneezed. Cohen wandered into the barn just then. They both looked up at him, his father with a serious look.
“Aaron, you know better, get down from there.” His father admonished, Aaron gathered his new speeder model and climbed down. Sure enough as soon as his feet hit the floor Cohen was reaching for his toy, he held it over his head. “Aaron, come on buddy, we share our toys in this family.”
Aaron bit his lip, he didn’t want to share this toy, it was delicate, and Cohen was always so rough and sticky, he would ruin it. He gave his dad a pleading look. He got a sympathetic wink but no give, he would have to share. He reluctantly, and carefully placed the small plasteel speeder in his little brothers dirty hands. Cohens eyes got big, his lips mouthing the word “wow.” He ran outside, Aaron hot on his heels.
“Be careful Cohen.” He called out desperate, while his three year old brother ran in circles making speeder noises. “Not so hard!” He heard himself cry out as Cohen threw the model to the ground imitating a crash. “Dad, he’s gonna break it!” He turned to his father, tears welling in his eyes.
“Cohen that’s enough, its Aaron’s turn now.” Corso spoke in a commanding tone.
Cohen looked up from the toy laying in the dirt, “No!”
Aaron dove for it, his dad said it was his turn, so he could have it, both boys grabbed it at the same time, pulling the pushing at the same time, fighting for the speeder. He heard a crack. When he looked in his hands he was holding half of his broken model speeder. He started to cry, sadness and rage gripping his little heart, he lunged for his brother small hands balled up into fists, he landed a few short punches on his stupid little brother before he felt big strong arms pull him away. Cohen was crying, good, but so was he, and his speeder was broken.
“You always ruin everything! I hate you!” His anger getting the best of him.
“Aaron, hitting and hateful words isn’t something a Riggs does. Go sit on the stoop.” His father ordered in a tone that brooked no arguments. He then turned to tend to Cohen.
He walked to the stoop, crying, angry still clutching the broken half of his speeder. It wasn’t fair, Cohen only wanted it because he had it. Hot tears fell and he wiped the snot away with his sleeve. He wished he was a grown up so that he wouldn’t have to fight his brother for the things he loved.
Force of Wills
Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind