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[Oct. 28] [Suikoden III] The Bishop's Hat
Title: The Bishop's Hat
Day/Theme: Oct. 28, 2009 "You have outgrown your first kimono"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai(/hat OTP!)
Rating: G
First, the hat. Described as mushroom-like by many an unfamiliar observer, the man below it couldn't quite see what they were talking about. It was soft, a deep national blue, and a little floppy, but he liked wearing hats and this one was a badge of pride. He was a bishop and this was a symbol of his rank. Unfortunately, it was also the second one of its kind that been in his possession. The first hat, placed ceremoniously on his head by his own illustrious father on the occasion of his appointment to the rank of bishop (which was not long in following his priestly ordination), had been lost in the confusion of a hasty retreat beat back home from the Highland-Dunan front. The replacement hat, made for him by George Jr. instead of the older milliner, was just as good, but sometimes he fingered its edge and thought about how it just wasn't the same. George Jr. did just as good work as her father, but this hat was lacking a few years, a little bit of history that was very important to him and could never be recovered.
He wore the hat for all major holidays and religious observances, to meetings with his colleagues on the Counsel, and to a variety of military functions or other times that required some display of regalia. He had learned the embarrassing way that it was best not to wear it to the theater because it effectively blocked the view of anyone sitting behind him.
Of all the bishops he was in contact with, he appeared to be the one who wore his hat the most frequently and felt the most sentimentally inclined towards it. Olia, for instance, wore her hat extremely infrequently. Perhaps she didn't like the way it looked with her long, loose hair. He felt as if his hat made him braver, wiser, more secure. As if it showed that he deserved his position. That he wasn't just some outsider muscling in on the territory of more deserving men and women. Of all the tangible effects of being a bishop, the hat was by far his favorite. It made him taller. It was tradition- a link to a storied and sacred past. It had just become a regular part of who he was. It was said that the one hat lasted most bishops their entire lives. He would have to suffer the awkwardness of two. It was the characteristic thing they were known by at home and abroad: "the Hats." And, happily, him too.
Day/Theme: Oct. 28, 2009 "You have outgrown your first kimono"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai(/hat OTP!)
Rating: G
First, the hat. Described as mushroom-like by many an unfamiliar observer, the man below it couldn't quite see what they were talking about. It was soft, a deep national blue, and a little floppy, but he liked wearing hats and this one was a badge of pride. He was a bishop and this was a symbol of his rank. Unfortunately, it was also the second one of its kind that been in his possession. The first hat, placed ceremoniously on his head by his own illustrious father on the occasion of his appointment to the rank of bishop (which was not long in following his priestly ordination), had been lost in the confusion of a hasty retreat beat back home from the Highland-Dunan front. The replacement hat, made for him by George Jr. instead of the older milliner, was just as good, but sometimes he fingered its edge and thought about how it just wasn't the same. George Jr. did just as good work as her father, but this hat was lacking a few years, a little bit of history that was very important to him and could never be recovered.
He wore the hat for all major holidays and religious observances, to meetings with his colleagues on the Counsel, and to a variety of military functions or other times that required some display of regalia. He had learned the embarrassing way that it was best not to wear it to the theater because it effectively blocked the view of anyone sitting behind him.
Of all the bishops he was in contact with, he appeared to be the one who wore his hat the most frequently and felt the most sentimentally inclined towards it. Olia, for instance, wore her hat extremely infrequently. Perhaps she didn't like the way it looked with her long, loose hair. He felt as if his hat made him braver, wiser, more secure. As if it showed that he deserved his position. That he wasn't just some outsider muscling in on the territory of more deserving men and women. Of all the tangible effects of being a bishop, the hat was by far his favorite. It made him taller. It was tradition- a link to a storied and sacred past. It had just become a regular part of who he was. It was said that the one hat lasted most bishops their entire lives. He would have to suffer the awkwardness of two. It was the characteristic thing they were known by at home and abroad: "the Hats." And, happily, him too.