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[August 12] [Suikoden III] Your New Resolution
Title: Your New Resolution
Day/Theme: Aug. 12, 2011 "things need not have happened to be true"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Dios & Sasarai
Rating: G
"It's a bit late for breakfast," Dios remarked as Nika swept into Sasarai's quarters with a small tray in her arms. The bells had marked just minutes ago the arrival of ten o'clock.
"He slept late enough," she shrugged. "He can eat when he likes."
"It is, after all, a light breakfast," Sasarai spoke up on his own behalf.
Nika laughed at Sasarai's typical audacity in dealing with his new, favored subordinate. It might still be a bit difficult for Dios to understand, but she had spent over a decade serving the bishop and it was clear to her how much Sasarai liked him. "One bowl, one cup of tea," Nika announced to back up Sasarai's words.
"Thank you," he primly accepted the tray and smiled after her, waiting until she was gone from the room before tossing a quick blessing over his meal and beginning to eat.
"You do realize that you are a uniquely kind and capable individual, do you not?" the bishop asserted over his bowl of dried fruit and oatmeal. "I appreciate the many things you do for me. I watch you at work every day and I don't think you see this."
"Belief trumps the facts nearly every time, sir," Dios replied, settling down into a padded blue chair facing the bed with a pair of newspapers under his arm. He would probably scan them carefully for any references to his bishop and then analyze whatever they had to say. It was one of his forms of diligence. There was little to be done for opinions, but if the facts were butchered, he would send in corrections. Sasarai found it embarrassing, but Dios insisted that all the other bishops had people set seriously to the same task. One never knew what kind of nonsense was being spread in the non-state-sponsored periodicals of the day. Just because they still had official permission to print didn't mean they were safe. The censors could not be bothered to check all the facts above every name-dropped individual every day of the week or even once a month- with the increase in printing technology, there were just too many publications to approve (or not).
"I think you should make that your new resolution, Dios," Sasarai paused with the spoon halfway between the bowl and his lips. An exotic fragment of dried mango slid off of the mushy oatmeal and back into the bowl with a small splash. Although, technically, he had good manners, the bishop always operated in his own way. Dios found that outside a few select situations were he was terribly distractible (like a child).
"Make what my resolution?" He was missing something here, wasn't he? He was already taking care of this thing with the local newspapers without any special instructions.
"To believe in yourself, Dios. To have faith in your own capabilities. Because they're present, whether you acknowledge them fully or not."
Dios could feel his face starting to burn. He buried it behind the crinkly, gray paper in his hands. "Honestly. What a thing to be told by my boss."
"Is that bad? Then consider it something you've been told by your friend."
Day/Theme: Aug. 12, 2011 "things need not have happened to be true"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Dios & Sasarai
Rating: G
"It's a bit late for breakfast," Dios remarked as Nika swept into Sasarai's quarters with a small tray in her arms. The bells had marked just minutes ago the arrival of ten o'clock.
"He slept late enough," she shrugged. "He can eat when he likes."
"It is, after all, a light breakfast," Sasarai spoke up on his own behalf.
Nika laughed at Sasarai's typical audacity in dealing with his new, favored subordinate. It might still be a bit difficult for Dios to understand, but she had spent over a decade serving the bishop and it was clear to her how much Sasarai liked him. "One bowl, one cup of tea," Nika announced to back up Sasarai's words.
"Thank you," he primly accepted the tray and smiled after her, waiting until she was gone from the room before tossing a quick blessing over his meal and beginning to eat.
"You do realize that you are a uniquely kind and capable individual, do you not?" the bishop asserted over his bowl of dried fruit and oatmeal. "I appreciate the many things you do for me. I watch you at work every day and I don't think you see this."
"Belief trumps the facts nearly every time, sir," Dios replied, settling down into a padded blue chair facing the bed with a pair of newspapers under his arm. He would probably scan them carefully for any references to his bishop and then analyze whatever they had to say. It was one of his forms of diligence. There was little to be done for opinions, but if the facts were butchered, he would send in corrections. Sasarai found it embarrassing, but Dios insisted that all the other bishops had people set seriously to the same task. One never knew what kind of nonsense was being spread in the non-state-sponsored periodicals of the day. Just because they still had official permission to print didn't mean they were safe. The censors could not be bothered to check all the facts above every name-dropped individual every day of the week or even once a month- with the increase in printing technology, there were just too many publications to approve (or not).
"I think you should make that your new resolution, Dios," Sasarai paused with the spoon halfway between the bowl and his lips. An exotic fragment of dried mango slid off of the mushy oatmeal and back into the bowl with a small splash. Although, technically, he had good manners, the bishop always operated in his own way. Dios found that outside a few select situations were he was terribly distractible (like a child).
"Make what my resolution?" He was missing something here, wasn't he? He was already taking care of this thing with the local newspapers without any special instructions.
"To believe in yourself, Dios. To have faith in your own capabilities. Because they're present, whether you acknowledge them fully or not."
Dios could feel his face starting to burn. He buried it behind the crinkly, gray paper in his hands. "Honestly. What a thing to be told by my boss."
"Is that bad? Then consider it something you've been told by your friend."