Post by Eiríkur Styrsson on Nov 20, 2013 6:01:12 GMT
Although Eiríkur and Lukas's bond has much weakened in the time they had been apart, the young boy had always found time to write him letters. Even if he had never sent them, they remain in the journal he kept specifically for his brother. If anything were to have happened to him, he knew that his brother would be the one to take over the family's belongings, his being included with that. Every heartfelt letter always shows the supposedly stoic teenager to have mixed emotions towards his brother. Even if he says he hates him, it is quite the opposite.
Dating all the way back to when Lukas had been sent to the training corps, he wrote to the older sibling, but he had never possessed the time or money to send it, so he kept them, in hopes he could give them to him when he would return home. Though, this never seemed to happen, for Eiríkur ended up with keeping the letters hidden away, stashed under his pillow, pages still bound to the little notebook he kept.
Even to this day, he keeps writing to his brother, in hopes that he could one day give them to him, be it on his own death bed or before then. He always knew he may be the first one to pass between he and his brother, since he was the weakest of the two. Even with the strong facade he would put up, he knew his weaknesses and hoped he could only be as good as his older brother.
Even after all the mixed emotions of the Icelander, his true feelings are recorded in these letters, all addressed to his beloved brother. Though they be apart, he knew they would find their way to him someday.
We start at the beginning, the day Lukas had first left home for the Training Corps.
Dating all the way back to when Lukas had been sent to the training corps, he wrote to the older sibling, but he had never possessed the time or money to send it, so he kept them, in hopes he could give them to him when he would return home. Though, this never seemed to happen, for Eiríkur ended up with keeping the letters hidden away, stashed under his pillow, pages still bound to the little notebook he kept.
Even to this day, he keeps writing to his brother, in hopes that he could one day give them to him, be it on his own death bed or before then. He always knew he may be the first one to pass between he and his brother, since he was the weakest of the two. Even with the strong facade he would put up, he knew his weaknesses and hoped he could only be as good as his older brother.
Even after all the mixed emotions of the Icelander, his true feelings are recorded in these letters, all addressed to his beloved brother. Though they be apart, he knew they would find their way to him someday.
We start at the beginning, the day Lukas had first left home for the Training Corps.
