FANTASY

                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
    　　「你沒有恨過母親？」
                                                                               
    　　「……恨？」
                                                                               
    　　「二十年前的戰爭，」男子眼中的茶色雙眼在他低下頭的時候，被
                                                                               
    前額的髮絲掩蓋，古恩達察覺不出他淡然口吻裡除了悔恨和哀悼以外的
                                                                               
    情緒，雪白的花朵在風中搖曳，花瓣尾端逐漸析出的淺藍讓他有點眼花
                                                                               
    ，依稀想起似乎在什麼地方看過那種顏色。
                                                                                                    
                                                                               
    　　「事情是一件一件跟著發生，才會走到最後的地步，母親一直都有
                                                                               
    機會不讓那些悲劇的發生……但是她卻沒有做到。」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　眼前被稱為「ルッテンベルクの獅子」的男子是多麼優秀的軍人， 
                                                                               
    能夠讓那雙膝蓋靠在地面上的敵人別無僅有，被劍磨破的手掌重複長出
                                                                               
    新的厚皮，眉毛的疤痕曾一而再再而三地在皺眉的時候重新裂開，這樣
                                                                               
    的男人卻屈膝將特地從城裡買來的白花放在這座過去被戰火侵蝕的村落
                                                                               
    。
                                              
                                                                               
    　　風很大，纖弱的花不斷搖晃，在古恩達看見男人笨拙地用手壓住枝
                                                                               
    梗的時候，沒有人記得那對寂靜的眼底究竟泛出什麼樣的情緒。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「……如果要恨，恨誰都沒有用，」男人張開抿為一線的嘴唇時，
                                                                               
    嘴邊的線條仍舊像古代的戰士雕像嚴肅地緊繃，「她的確沒有盡到身為
                                                                               
    魔王的責任，但是事實上在母親身邊的我沒有阻止她這麼做，」冷藍色
                                                                               
    的眼睛靜靜望著肯拉德的背影，嚴峻的臉孔裡難得摻雜著一絲遺憾。「
                                                                               
    同樣是真魔國的一部分，沒有阻止她下錯誤判斷的我也有錯誤，即使遭
                                                                               
    受到反彈，也該有同樣的魄力去阻止她。」
                                                                                  
    　　「然後，」他轉開目光放在一片寂靜的景色，頃倒的村落殘骸像堅
                                                                               
    守的衛兵淹沒在青草間，藤蔓攀附住窗口，或許那些草皮之下還有被一
                                                                               
    雙雙纖細靈巧的手指解開的繃帶以及染血的紗布。「蘇珊娜茱莉亞也在
                                                                               
    那場戰爭喪生……」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「……她的死亡讓母親知道自己錯了，可能這就是處罰了。」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　只不過代價太大了。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　他平靜的聲線帶著一抹人工的壓抑，古恩達沒有想過會不會是因為
                                                                               
    兩人是兄弟他才能毫不遲疑的知道，但是背對自己的背影還有很多話沒
                                                                               
    有說出來。
                                           
                                                                               
    　　幾只蒼白的花瓣在枝上擺了擺，搖搖晃晃的飛去，撲在歪往一側的
                                                                               
    窗板，沒有人移動腳步去撿，連這名仍舊用手壓住白花的男人也沒有，
                                                                               
    古恩達看見全身上下像石像一樣堅硬的青年抬起頭，可是他沒有放開手
                                                                               
    ，他想他一放手、剩下的幾朵也會跟著飛往別處。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「古恩達？」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「那些植物要錢的。」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　不過就只是片花瓣，當高大嚴格的灰髮軍人又黑又大的掌心捧著幾
                                                                               
    瓣更顯嬌弱的白瓣回來，那隻往自己伸來的手掌看起來格外可笑，他勾
                                                                               
    著卡在窗板之間的白花時，結實的手指還在顫抖。
                                             
                                                                               
    　　不過一旦想起這名兄長坐在自己的房間，就著爐火，拿著毛線和兩
                                                                               
    根棒子織著玩偶或圍巾，他似乎就能知道那些顫抖的指頭有多麼小心翼
                                                                               
    翼。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「拿好……」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　古恩達把花瓣放到自己手上，即使聲線如同荒漠的地平線，提醒的
                                                                               
    聲音卻變得柔和，肯拉德不自覺的微笑起來，他想起總是能指使著兄長
                                                                               
    的艾妮西娜。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「不要放開手。」
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　他冷峻的叮嚀。
                                            
                                                                               
    　　被栓在傾圯房屋僅剩支柱上的兩匹馬低鳴了一聲。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　肯拉德望著從馬匹旁邊走回來，跟著跪在花瓣前面的古恩達，他和
                                                                               
    自己共同壓著綠色的梗子，三隻厚實的掌心壓著那幾朵小花看起來好可
                                                                               
    憐，但是燦著銀色的茶色眼睛緩緩睜大，他望著兄長的另外一隻手。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　古恩達把花交給自己之後，走在馬鞍邊解開上頭的白色布袋，那是
                                                                               
    兄長聽見自己想去茱莉亞死去的村落一趟，回到房裡另外拿出來的袋子
                                                                               
    ，看似鼓起的表面在馬匹奔跑的時候並沒有發出任何聲響。
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　他怎麼沒有想過兄長會帶來什麼？
                                                                                             
    　　「她做了很多，」灰髮的男人突然說，「足夠讓我們永遠記得她了
    。」
                                                                               
    　
    　　他突然笑了，高大嚴格的軍人察覺到肯拉德的眼神，但是他遲遲沒
                                                                               
    有對上弟弟的目光，「是啊。」肯拉德笑著說，為古恩達帶來的東西拍
                                                                               
    掉灰塵。
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　兩人放開手，讓那隻兩隻眼睛縫了一上一下的熊玩偶壓在花上。
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　「沒有人可以忘記她。」
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
    　　完

                                                                   
                                                                               
    噢，我還蠻喜歡這篇（歐飛）
                                                                               
    這樣講好像蠻自戀的，也許是我喜歡看起來很嚴肅其實很溫柔的大哥流
                                                                               
    露出來的溫柔：）
              

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             這是我在PTT魔王版得到的點文機會，很不要臉的點了肯拉德X茱莉亞的文，感謝K大願意幫我寫......m(_ _)m
這篇中的兩個男人都好溫柔，茱莉亞跟肯拉德兩個人注定是悲劇了，我真的很討厭悲劇，但是，這兩個人的感覺是沒辦法讓我討厭的。並不算是真正的悲劇吧，或許。
可是，那種瀰漫在空氣中的哀傷會讓人喘不過氣，可是，也看見他們斬不斷的牽掛。
人老了....開始往正常向倒了...
              肯拉德和茱利亞，兩個很溫柔的人在一起應該會幸福吧。