Made with love [Ville/Hannu]
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roesslyngTitle: Made with love
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Ville/Hannu
Rating: 0+
Length: ~500 words
Summary: There is more than one way to tell somebody that you love them.
Other: I think Hannu would not be sure how to react if Ville confessed love to him. So, this is about that.
Made with love
Love is the scent of onions sizzling on the bottom of the pot. It's the thud of the knife on the cutting board, the crisp sound of carrots splitting.
It's heat rising from the stove and the wooden spoon knocking against metal. It's broth, carrots, peas, chicken, green beans, potatoes, and whatever else Ville decides he might throw in.
It's something that you don't have to say with words.
Ville learned, very soon after their adventure left him stuck with a voice and opposable thumbs, that it isn't always best to rely on words. Sure, words were useful - it was so nice to be able to speak and have Hannu really understand him, to ask questions and get an actual answer rather than a pat on the head. So nice to have a real conversation. But words could be stretched and pulled until they meant almost anything. And some words were powerful. Not like magic, exactly. Not quite. But powerful.
Once, a while ago, Ville said it out loud. That kind of phrase, those kinds of words. He'd been thinking about it for a long time. In fact, he'd spent months mulling over it, because he wanted to be sure. Human emotions were tricky things. He wanted to get it right. So he read, and read some more, and asked questions, just to make sure. Just to be certain that he was feeling what he thought he was feeling. And then he said it.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he wondered if he should have just stayed quiet. Hannu stared at him, wide-eyed. Not shocked. Not upset. Just surprised. Then he said, very slowly, that some words really mean a lot, and you need to be really sure about that before you say them.
Ville had tried to tell him that he knew that, and that he'd thought about it a lot, and he wasn't just saying it for the sake of saying it! But Hannu still hadn't seemed sure what to think of it. He'd said that they would talk about it later, maybe.
But they never did.
Maybe they didn't really need to talk about it, anyway.
These days, Ville says it in other ways. He's learned that there is more than one way to say it. And that when he says it this way, it's easier for Hannu to understand.
Everything is easier now that Ville can handle himself a little. Help out around the house a little. Cook for the two of them.
Make soup for the two of them.
Ville brings the wooden spoon to his mouth. Tastes the soup, savouring it for a moment. It's much better than Hannu's, he decides. Almost as good as Paju's, maybe, and since she was the one who taught him to make it, he knows she'll be proud to hear that. And it's full of all the delicious things in life.
Best of all, Ville knows that Hannu will understand that he made it with love.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Ville/Hannu
Rating: 0+
Length: ~500 words
Summary: There is more than one way to tell somebody that you love them.
Other: I think Hannu would not be sure how to react if Ville confessed love to him. So, this is about that.
Made with love
Love is the scent of onions sizzling on the bottom of the pot. It's the thud of the knife on the cutting board, the crisp sound of carrots splitting.
It's heat rising from the stove and the wooden spoon knocking against metal. It's broth, carrots, peas, chicken, green beans, potatoes, and whatever else Ville decides he might throw in.
It's something that you don't have to say with words.
Ville learned, very soon after their adventure left him stuck with a voice and opposable thumbs, that it isn't always best to rely on words. Sure, words were useful - it was so nice to be able to speak and have Hannu really understand him, to ask questions and get an actual answer rather than a pat on the head. So nice to have a real conversation. But words could be stretched and pulled until they meant almost anything. And some words were powerful. Not like magic, exactly. Not quite. But powerful.
Once, a while ago, Ville said it out loud. That kind of phrase, those kinds of words. He'd been thinking about it for a long time. In fact, he'd spent months mulling over it, because he wanted to be sure. Human emotions were tricky things. He wanted to get it right. So he read, and read some more, and asked questions, just to make sure. Just to be certain that he was feeling what he thought he was feeling. And then he said it.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he wondered if he should have just stayed quiet. Hannu stared at him, wide-eyed. Not shocked. Not upset. Just surprised. Then he said, very slowly, that some words really mean a lot, and you need to be really sure about that before you say them.
Ville had tried to tell him that he knew that, and that he'd thought about it a lot, and he wasn't just saying it for the sake of saying it! But Hannu still hadn't seemed sure what to think of it. He'd said that they would talk about it later, maybe.
But they never did.
Maybe they didn't really need to talk about it, anyway.
These days, Ville says it in other ways. He's learned that there is more than one way to say it. And that when he says it this way, it's easier for Hannu to understand.
Everything is easier now that Ville can handle himself a little. Help out around the house a little. Cook for the two of them.
Make soup for the two of them.
Ville brings the wooden spoon to his mouth. Tastes the soup, savouring it for a moment. It's much better than Hannu's, he decides. Almost as good as Paju's, maybe, and since she was the one who taught him to make it, he knows she'll be proud to hear that. And it's full of all the delicious things in life.
Best of all, Ville knows that Hannu will understand that he made it with love.
