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[June 29, 2007][Suikoden] Strategic Engagements
Title: Strategic Engagements
Day/Theme: June 29, 2007 "I trust to come unto you, and speak face to face, that our joy may be full"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Leon/Lucia
Rating: PG
"Leon!" Lucia whispered from outside the tent. Her voice was hushed, but still carried a certain roughness as she awaited the strategist's reply.
"Come in." His gruffly succinct response did nothing to slow the rapid beating of the young woman's heart. Despite their difference in age, there was still something she found attractive about Leon. He was intelligent and almost perpetually calm, but he was kind too. Minimizing casualties was the most important aspect of any tactics to him. Lucia had seen the quiet yet commanding way he directed the troops. He had many qualities of a good leader.
She pushed aside the tent flap and entered the small tent. Leon did not have a cot. Instead he sat on a gray-green bedroll on the ground looking over a map spread across a short, rickety folding table.
"I'm not interrupting your work, am I?" she asked nervously. She certainly did not want to do anything that might upset or offend him.
"No, I'm actually pleased to have a break in the monotony. What brings you here?"
She edged over and knelt down on the ground beside his bedroll. "I came to take you up on your offer. I'd like you to teach me." She pursed her soft lips and let her long eyelashes frame her eyes attractively, sure that such a quick man would understand that she wanted him to instruct her in more matters than simply strategy.
There was a brief twinkle in his eye, but it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Lucia to wonder if she had only imagined it. "I would be glad to," he said launching almost immediately into the subject of war. He began with the basics of troop formations, geography, and the need for a strong chain of command and Lucia listened carefully to her handsome tutor.
She was watching his face as he spoke, seeing the way he formed each syllable. "And, of course," he continued, his deep voice growing softer, "You must always know when to engage..."
They had been coming closer and closer together throughout the lecture and now he kissed her. Her emotions seemed to catch in her throat for a moment. He looped his arm around her waist and she felt the strong, sturdy fabric of his coat with the tips of her fingers as she held onto him, fervently kissing Leon in return. His mustache was not scratchy as she had expected. It was well-groomed and silky, like a cat's tail brushing against her face. He tasted like cinnamon and tea, both homely and elegant.
He dipped her backward to the bedroll and she kicked over the table as she slid down. Although the crash of the wood and the crumpling of the map temporarily distracted Lucia, Leon was unperturbed. "Let it go," he whispered and stroked her cheek.
Day/Theme: June 29, 2007 "I trust to come unto you, and speak face to face, that our joy may be full"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Leon/Lucia
Rating: PG
"Leon!" Lucia whispered from outside the tent. Her voice was hushed, but still carried a certain roughness as she awaited the strategist's reply.
"Come in." His gruffly succinct response did nothing to slow the rapid beating of the young woman's heart. Despite their difference in age, there was still something she found attractive about Leon. He was intelligent and almost perpetually calm, but he was kind too. Minimizing casualties was the most important aspect of any tactics to him. Lucia had seen the quiet yet commanding way he directed the troops. He had many qualities of a good leader.
She pushed aside the tent flap and entered the small tent. Leon did not have a cot. Instead he sat on a gray-green bedroll on the ground looking over a map spread across a short, rickety folding table.
"I'm not interrupting your work, am I?" she asked nervously. She certainly did not want to do anything that might upset or offend him.
"No, I'm actually pleased to have a break in the monotony. What brings you here?"
She edged over and knelt down on the ground beside his bedroll. "I came to take you up on your offer. I'd like you to teach me." She pursed her soft lips and let her long eyelashes frame her eyes attractively, sure that such a quick man would understand that she wanted him to instruct her in more matters than simply strategy.
There was a brief twinkle in his eye, but it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Lucia to wonder if she had only imagined it. "I would be glad to," he said launching almost immediately into the subject of war. He began with the basics of troop formations, geography, and the need for a strong chain of command and Lucia listened carefully to her handsome tutor.
She was watching his face as he spoke, seeing the way he formed each syllable. "And, of course," he continued, his deep voice growing softer, "You must always know when to engage..."
They had been coming closer and closer together throughout the lecture and now he kissed her. Her emotions seemed to catch in her throat for a moment. He looped his arm around her waist and she felt the strong, sturdy fabric of his coat with the tips of her fingers as she held onto him, fervently kissing Leon in return. His mustache was not scratchy as she had expected. It was well-groomed and silky, like a cat's tail brushing against her face. He tasted like cinnamon and tea, both homely and elegant.
He dipped her backward to the bedroll and she kicked over the table as she slid down. Although the crash of the wood and the crumpling of the map temporarily distracted Lucia, Leon was unperturbed. "Let it go," he whispered and stroked her cheek.