Title: Paving The Road
Rating: PG
Main Characters: Finnian.
Word Count: 300
Warnings: none.
Prompt: Achilles' heel
He has everything.
Good, wholesome looks, an open expression, a pleasing voice, a friendly manner. Anyone who met him would warm up to him from the start, because he is so likeable. He smiles and has a sense of humour, he could like anyone as well, as long as they were nice, and he rarely gets mad. You'd rarely get mad at him, because he's that polite and that well-meaning.
But he's too strong for his own good. Too strong for anyone's good, even, and try as hard as he might, because he does, he does, he tries, he just can't compensate enough.
Like now, when he'd wanted to move the heavy, laden table a little to the left, out of the streak of sunlight coming through the dining-room windows – it wouldn't do for the young master to have light in his eyes or even be too warm. He'd pulled just a little too hard, he'd been just a little too careless, and now the table rested in his hands upended, like... like… like everything felt in his hands, light, immaterial, too difficult to gauge.
There were shards everywhere from broken porcelain and glass. The walls were ruined, the carpet and furniture too. Everything dripped, and ran, and spoiled,and the table cloth hung around him, heavy with stains and failure.
Finnian sighed and his heart broke just a little again.
Sebastian would come along and fix this, he was sure – anyone could have heard the crash, and Sebastian was far better than anyone. Sebastian would fix this, and Finnian would be so sorry, and he'll be far more careful in the future, he will, he will, he swears. And he'll keep trying, on and on, because he cares about the master, and he'll do anything he can to help.