Heritage (Fanfic)
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luminiousAN: An original work for Fan_Flashworks. This is based off the MC of my WIP future novel. You can read more about them on my other Dreamwidth account which I've made specifically for the series called lore-of-light tho it's friends only to ensure no one steals information lol.
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Title: Heritage
Challenge: Horizon
Fandom: Original
Characters: Augustus Baptiste, Jacqueline Baptiste, Vivienne Baptiste, and Roch Baptiste.
Rating: K+
Genre: Family (Drama right at the end)
Length: 850
Content notes: Uhhhh nothing. I think.
Author notes: Original work this time, of my oc and his family and their native island.
Summary: August reflects on the childhood summer vacations he had on the native country of his parents, relatives, and ancestors.
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When they are not staying in the spare house of their great-aunts where from time to time they stumble out in hysterics (more so August than Jackie) at the spot of a tarantula or grasshopper, they are at one of the neighbor’s houses, playing wight the many children of the rural neighborhood.
August and Jackie learn many traditional ways to perform house duties and everyday lifestyles in Yuraguana: doing laundry with washboards, fetching water from Lake Yuraguana, taking showers in a nearby river where women and children of the village would bathe as a community, taking long walks up and down hills with their father to go to the market and walking up and down hills with their older cousins to the village church for Sunday mass, waving to other kids that were in small huts on different levels of the green-covered mountains and hills across from them.
It is tiring for August and boring for Jackie, being in a church with an open door for hours as the priest goes on and on and on, but at the end, they get to either eat goat, chicken, pig, or lamb depending on what their oldest aunt feels like making, as well as play with their aunt’s three-eye dog Otis and his female puffy Tifi who had a ruby dog-dollar, and Jackie loves riding the brown strand donkeys that would for whatever reason roam around the area.
On special days, they’d go to the capitol and stay at either colorfully painted motels or stay in the residence of one of their mother’s many full and half cousins, taking dives in hotel pools of the former and going sight-seeing around the city while taking bites of large pieces of dous makos of the latter.
It was different from the times they spent at Calcaire, where their father was from, where dolphins would at times pop up and splash around and the shores of the beaches would be covered in seashells and little huts could be seen as soon as you arrived on a boat to the island.
While a good sum of their mother’s family left Hibiselle decades ago to pursue their own destinies, most of the people from their father’s side were still on the island, including August and Jackie’s paternal grandparents, two oldest paternal aunts, and one of their paternal uncles.
It is common for a good sum of people to know each other on Calcaire Island, and if Yuraguana taught the two siblings of more traditional ways to complete tasks, then Calcaire taught them how to do it the way the slaves of the island centuries ago did. When water tanks were low, you’d travel from boat to the more main parts of Hibiselle to obtain it. There were several times where August and his family would get into the back of trucks already full of other Hibinians, making their way past the cement-made houses and mini-schools and hospitals.
While Yuroguana had many things about it separate from other portions of Hibiselle, and especially differed from the capitol of the country, Calcaire Island’s capital and city-like portions of its area were like a mini Port-au-Prince, with the only difference being is that if one were to climb on top of a tall building squint enough, they would see the Caribbean sea and the beginnings of the Port-au-Prince bay.
At night, August and Jackie would hang outside the sheds of their grandfather, playing patty-cake with their many cousins and falling asleep to the sound of the women in their father’s village doing rituals and rehearsing their dance moves for the upcoming summer festival, and when no one was looking, Augustus and Jackie and the cousins would sneak to the beach shores to have swim races or go into the shopping districts deep inside the island to get foreign ice cream and cakes.
Whether they leave Yuroguana to go back to the U.S. or they leave Calcaire, however, it always ends with August and Jackie gifting the younger members of their family still in the native country—either maternal or paternal—no longer used toys and clothes and giving the biggest hugs possible to the decades older members of their clan, and would tell stories at school about how the traditional festivals of their beautiful country of Hibiselle.
(Memories like that are useful in later years when Augustus thinks about Charbonner burning half of the village of Yuraguana, leaving many dead including all the residents of a farm known for having a three-eyed dog and a puppy with an authentic ruby-red collar.)
[FIN.]
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Title: Heritage
Challenge: Horizon
Fandom: Original
Characters: Augustus Baptiste, Jacqueline Baptiste, Vivienne Baptiste, and Roch Baptiste.
Rating: K+
Genre: Family (Drama right at the end)
Length: 850
Content notes: Uhhhh nothing. I think.
Author notes: Original work this time, of my oc and his family and their native island.
Summary: August reflects on the childhood summer vacations he had on the native country of his parents, relatives, and ancestors.
Fan_Flashwork Link
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IT IS HIBISCUS BRIGHT-RED PETALS and branches of royal palm trees that fall the first-ever afternoon Augustus Baptiste visits Hibina, he a three-year-old on his mother's left hip while right arm secures his one-year-old younger sister.
He spends his summers mostly in the southern farms of Yuraguana, and from ages 6-10 he climbs trees for mangos and coconuts as dragonflies fly around him and he takes careful steps around branches in order to avoid squishing cicadas to death, and by the time Jackie is old enough, she follows right behind him.When they are not staying in the spare house of their great-aunts where from time to time they stumble out in hysterics (more so August than Jackie) at the spot of a tarantula or grasshopper, they are at one of the neighbor’s houses, playing wight the many children of the rural neighborhood.
August and Jackie learn many traditional ways to perform house duties and everyday lifestyles in Yuraguana: doing laundry with washboards, fetching water from Lake Yuraguana, taking showers in a nearby river where women and children of the village would bathe as a community, taking long walks up and down hills with their father to go to the market and walking up and down hills with their older cousins to the village church for Sunday mass, waving to other kids that were in small huts on different levels of the green-covered mountains and hills across from them.
It is tiring for August and boring for Jackie, being in a church with an open door for hours as the priest goes on and on and on, but at the end, they get to either eat goat, chicken, pig, or lamb depending on what their oldest aunt feels like making, as well as play with their aunt’s three-eye dog Otis and his female puffy Tifi who had a ruby dog-dollar, and Jackie loves riding the brown strand donkeys that would for whatever reason roam around the area.
On special days, they’d go to the capitol and stay at either colorfully painted motels or stay in the residence of one of their mother’s many full and half cousins, taking dives in hotel pools of the former and going sight-seeing around the city while taking bites of large pieces of dous makos of the latter.
It was different from the times they spent at Calcaire, where their father was from, where dolphins would at times pop up and splash around and the shores of the beaches would be covered in seashells and little huts could be seen as soon as you arrived on a boat to the island.
While a good sum of their mother’s family left Hibiselle decades ago to pursue their own destinies, most of the people from their father’s side were still on the island, including August and Jackie’s paternal grandparents, two oldest paternal aunts, and one of their paternal uncles.
It is common for a good sum of people to know each other on Calcaire Island, and if Yuraguana taught the two siblings of more traditional ways to complete tasks, then Calcaire taught them how to do it the way the slaves of the island centuries ago did. When water tanks were low, you’d travel from boat to the more main parts of Hibiselle to obtain it. There were several times where August and his family would get into the back of trucks already full of other Hibinians, making their way past the cement-made houses and mini-schools and hospitals.
While Yuroguana had many things about it separate from other portions of Hibiselle, and especially differed from the capitol of the country, Calcaire Island’s capital and city-like portions of its area were like a mini Port-au-Prince, with the only difference being is that if one were to climb on top of a tall building squint enough, they would see the Caribbean sea and the beginnings of the Port-au-Prince bay.
At night, August and Jackie would hang outside the sheds of their grandfather, playing patty-cake with their many cousins and falling asleep to the sound of the women in their father’s village doing rituals and rehearsing their dance moves for the upcoming summer festival, and when no one was looking, Augustus and Jackie and the cousins would sneak to the beach shores to have swim races or go into the shopping districts deep inside the island to get foreign ice cream and cakes.
Whether they leave Yuroguana to go back to the U.S. or they leave Calcaire, however, it always ends with August and Jackie gifting the younger members of their family still in the native country—either maternal or paternal—no longer used toys and clothes and giving the biggest hugs possible to the decades older members of their clan, and would tell stories at school about how the traditional festivals of their beautiful country of Hibiselle.
(Memories like that are useful in later years when Augustus thinks about Charbonner burning half of the village of Yuraguana, leaving many dead including all the residents of a farm known for having a three-eyed dog and a puppy with an authentic ruby-red collar.)
[FIN.]
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