Perry - Kaelin

Good Bond



“Come on now, give me your hand,” Kaelin said gently. With a graceful motion his feet curved across the ice on the blades and he came to a gentle stop in front of his pouting son, one gloved hand outstretched patiently. Perry sat with arms crossed, fuming. Although Kaelin had begged him enough to get him to put on the ice skates, Perry could only humor him so much.

“I am not doing this.”

“You sound just like your father,” Kaelin said with a sigh, fists finding the curve of his hips. He had exchanged his usual violet robes for more appropriate skating attire. Thick tan pants were stuffed into his white ice skates and a form-fitting cream coat only seemed paler by the flaming red scarf sweeping around his neck.

Perry looked up and gave his Papa a look that showed he did not appreciate the comment. “Father wouldn’t even put ice skates on. I did that at least.”

Kaelin shrugged, “Well, last I remembered you never fell through any ice. Now come on.” His offered hand shook insistently. Perry gave him a mistrustful look. “I promise the ice here is thick enough to hold you, me… why, the entire family at once I’m sure.”

Perry looked away stubbornly, sighing harshly. “No.” Why was it that Kaelin always felt the need to include everyone else in his crazy antics?

Kaelin sighed, clasping his hands behind his back and with only the slightest bit of effort he was gliding backwards. Perry had the sudden urge to jump up and stop him, but his startled gaze slowly turned to one of awe. Kaelin was rather… extraordinary. His face was lit up and each movement he made seemed so subtle and yet he would be spinning, gliding and turning in ways Perry would have sworn were impossible for those thin blades to accomplish. After a few minutes, Kaelin made his way back.

The noise the blades made on the ice was irritating, and the irritation showed on Perry’s face. Kaelin glided to the ice’s edge and crept delicately across the snow until he could sit beside his son.

The monk crossed one leg over the other and smiled pleasantly at the expanse of white. “Schön is so beautiful in the winter. It reminds me a lot of home.”

Perry tried to look disinterested, but it was hard. He hated snow. What could be so damn interesting about it? “Why?”

“Hm?” Kaelin looked to the other, violet eyes blinking questioningly. “Why what?”

“Why do you like snow. It’s cold. It’s disgusting. It’s all the same color. It’s depressing. I hate it.” Perry spoke with obvious venom.

Kaelin dropped his hand down to pat the other gently on the shoulder, “But, Perry, there are so many things to do in the snow. You shouldn’t sulk, but embrace it. Nature is nature, after all. It will do what it pleases regardless of any who disapprove.”

“I hate living here.”

Kaelin sighed quietly, running his gloved fingers against Perry’s black locks. His hair was relatively short, but always seemed to grow a little longer and thicker in the winter. It barely covered his ears now. Perry was usually so on-top of keeping his hair the same flawless style. Winter, however, seemed to always ruin that perfect reputation. He grew it out—probably to ward off some of the cold.

“Well… maybe when you’re older you’ll move somewhere nice and warm?” Even as he said it teasingly, tears welled in his eyes. Kaelin hated thinking about how the children were growing and slowly dispersing across the world. It was tortuous being so far away from many of them. The older they got, the further away it seemed they went. Kaelin sniffed quietly and brushed away the tears, hoping Perry wouldn’t catch it.

There was a quiet stillness in the air. The wind caught a tuft of snow on the pine and it swirled elegantly across the sky before tumbling down to land silently in the snow. Perry shivered.

“Where did you learn to skate, Papa?” Perry didn’t know why he was asking. He just was starting to feel less in control with the silence. If he asked the questions, he got to control the mood.

“Hmm…?” Kaelin jerked his eyes about to stare at the ice. He frowned thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose my brother started to teach me when I was old enough. My Papa taught me sometimes when he had the time, but I mostly remember Klaus. They were both into competitive games on the ice. I’m personally not one who enjoys crashing into others while fighting over a little ball. I find it rather silly… and way too painful. I don’t have the heart for it, I guess.” Kaelin laughed quietly, shrugging. “I guess since Flanaria is almost always covered in snow, I was always skating year around. After a few hundred years you start to get pretty good at it.”

“Is it hard?” Perry eyed the ice. He had walked on a frozen pond before with just his boots, but that hadn’t turned out well. To his horror and embarrassment he had fallen on it several times as his little sister laughed obnoxiously at him as she walked across it with ease. Perry hadn’t attempted to go near ice since.

“I suppose with some strong legs and a great deal of confidence it gets easier. I use to fall all of the time as a kid. Not so much anymore, but I still get some spills now and then. No one’s perfect.”

“I bet if Father attempted to skate he’d probably destroy the competition.” Perry grinned devilishly. It was, however, too difficult to imagine Yami skating as joyfully as Kaelin did. Maybe it was more of the sense of enjoyment that made all of the falling worthwhile… Yami wouldn’t enjoy falling. Falling would probably infuriate him.

Kaelin stood slowly and motioned towards the ice with a nod. “Once, for me?”

Perry narrowed his eyes and the green orbs calculated the others expression. It was genuine. He wanted to share something that was dear to him. He wanted him to experience the same enjoyment he received when he glided across the ice. Perry stood slowly, brushing the snowflakes from his shoulders and gave Kaelin an even look.

Mastering skating would also give him a chance to get back at Sierra for laughing at him all of those years ago. That was his excuse for giving in. Nothing more, nothing less.

Swallowing thickly and trying hard not to let the anxiety reach his face, Perry reached for Kaelin’s offered hand and tentatively stepped out onto the ice. First one blade, then the next. He felt his legs shaking and he swayed, but Kaelin took both of his hands and did well to keep him from losing his balance.

Perry’s gaze rose up to meet his Papa’s beaming face.

“Well, you haven’t fallen,” Kaelin said.

Perry smiled slightly, somewhat nervously, “No, not yet.”


[Ramirez]

<sub>A/N:Story bond 37/81 of a project I'm working on.

Dang, it's been forever since I wrote a story bond. Hopefully I'll get some done over winter break and catch up with it.

Unfortunately, I couldn't think of anything really significant for these two, and ended up with this scenario. It has no real meaning, but Perry is so distant that it's hard for him to connect to people anyways. ):

Very short and somewhat abruptly ended. It may be expanded later.</sub>


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