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[Sept. 10] [Suikoden] Fallible
Title: Fallible
Day/Theme: Sept. 10, 2010 "I loved him more for his weakness"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Gremio->Teo McDohl
Rating: G
It was not that Teo McDohl was unattractive in strength. Quite the contrary. Gremio sighed as he watched the master of the house go through his daily training exercises in the yard. He rose early and drove himself hard. Teo demanded nothing of his men he would not ask of himself.
Gremio rose early as well, the better to manage the chores and affairs of the house. He swept and washed the floors and started a fire in the stove, filling a heavy metal teapot and setting it to boil as he moved on to other tasks, setting the table and beginning to work on tasks he could handle simultaneously. Gremio was good at managing his time wisely. He might still be you, but he had already been working in the McDohls' home for seven years now. And as important as he felt efficiency was for its own sake, the quicker and smoother the preparations for breakfast went, the more time Gremio would have to take in the tranquility of the early hours while most of Gregminster still slept. Waiting for the water to come to a boil at last, with the rolls slowly baking brown and crisp in the oven, Gremio gazed dreamily out the window.
Teo was swinging his sword through a series of drills. His entire body moved like water, each muscle flowing in harmony, the energy proceeding and arising from deep within him and echoing out from its source to every extremity. The outdoor air was still cool, but Teo was stripped to the waist and sweat ran down his taut body.
It was no wonder, Gremio thought, that Teo, a wise and good and strong man had attracted the attention of such a distinguished woman was General Sonya Shulen. Master Teo had certainly caught and held Gremio's eye easily enough. However, as beautiful as his strong, martial form might be, it was in the small moments, when Teo was kind and gentle, that Gremio loved him most. This was a side of the great general that was less widely known and acclaimed, but no less powerful for the hidden quality.
When Gremio despaired of the chances of his love ever truly reaching through the tiny chinks in the shell surrounding Teo's magnanimous but distant heart, he thought of the things he had seen since leaving Kirov's streets for the warmth of the McDohl household. There were hundreds of them, these tiny, homely fragments of a life when Teo showed the self he did, singing a rough lullaby to his son, or did something awkward or foolish or wrong, proving he was mortal after all. had Sonya been privileged to ever see him like this? Gremio had mixed Teo's medicine when he was ill, he had washed his undergarments, he had spoken with him about his dreams for his son's future. How could they be any closer than this? It was weakness and strength together that in equal measures met to make a man. Gremio and Teo were, in Gremio's eyes, so close to what a husband and wife should be, loving one another not in spite of, but because of, each other's fallibility.
Gremio had no secrets from his master. He leaned his blond head against the windowpane and dreamed of a day Teo's position would be the same.
Day/Theme: Sept. 10, 2010 "I loved him more for his weakness"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Gremio->Teo McDohl
Rating: G
It was not that Teo McDohl was unattractive in strength. Quite the contrary. Gremio sighed as he watched the master of the house go through his daily training exercises in the yard. He rose early and drove himself hard. Teo demanded nothing of his men he would not ask of himself.
Gremio rose early as well, the better to manage the chores and affairs of the house. He swept and washed the floors and started a fire in the stove, filling a heavy metal teapot and setting it to boil as he moved on to other tasks, setting the table and beginning to work on tasks he could handle simultaneously. Gremio was good at managing his time wisely. He might still be you, but he had already been working in the McDohls' home for seven years now. And as important as he felt efficiency was for its own sake, the quicker and smoother the preparations for breakfast went, the more time Gremio would have to take in the tranquility of the early hours while most of Gregminster still slept. Waiting for the water to come to a boil at last, with the rolls slowly baking brown and crisp in the oven, Gremio gazed dreamily out the window.
Teo was swinging his sword through a series of drills. His entire body moved like water, each muscle flowing in harmony, the energy proceeding and arising from deep within him and echoing out from its source to every extremity. The outdoor air was still cool, but Teo was stripped to the waist and sweat ran down his taut body.
It was no wonder, Gremio thought, that Teo, a wise and good and strong man had attracted the attention of such a distinguished woman was General Sonya Shulen. Master Teo had certainly caught and held Gremio's eye easily enough. However, as beautiful as his strong, martial form might be, it was in the small moments, when Teo was kind and gentle, that Gremio loved him most. This was a side of the great general that was less widely known and acclaimed, but no less powerful for the hidden quality.
When Gremio despaired of the chances of his love ever truly reaching through the tiny chinks in the shell surrounding Teo's magnanimous but distant heart, he thought of the things he had seen since leaving Kirov's streets for the warmth of the McDohl household. There were hundreds of them, these tiny, homely fragments of a life when Teo showed the self he did, singing a rough lullaby to his son, or did something awkward or foolish or wrong, proving he was mortal after all. had Sonya been privileged to ever see him like this? Gremio had mixed Teo's medicine when he was ill, he had washed his undergarments, he had spoken with him about his dreams for his son's future. How could they be any closer than this? It was weakness and strength together that in equal measures met to make a man. Gremio and Teo were, in Gremio's eyes, so close to what a husband and wife should be, loving one another not in spite of, but because of, each other's fallibility.
Gremio had no secrets from his master. He leaned his blond head against the windowpane and dreamed of a day Teo's position would be the same.