Busy Knight
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esp_dragonFandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Sun was not leaving his bedroom. ... Not without a fight anyway.
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing. Vague disturbing imagery.
Mixing of both novel and manhua.
Written for the 'Bedroom' prompt for 100rare.
XD Bwahaha, I love annoying Sun!
Excuse my bad pun, I couldn't help it. :3
Looks like I'm reusing another summary format. XDD
Genre: Humour
Word count: 1,719
Status: Complete
Groaning, Sun threw himself onto his bed and just lay there for a few seconds, feeling every single one of his muscles relax bit by bit. Was there a way he could crawl under the covers without moving? He tried to, rolling left and right before eventually giving up.
Shit, he was so tired; he wasn't even exactly sure how he got back - the journey had been a haze of green and a stomach that felt like it was in the depths of a tiny ship in the middle of a typhoon, the carriage nearly throwing him through the ceiling a number of times.
The mission itself had involved a dragon, a princess, and a spell, and trying to sort that out had induced a headache that Sun was sure the God of Light could feel. He still couldn't figure out how the princess had managed to convince a dragon to make it rain cats and dogs. The resulting outcome... was not nice to see, putting it mildly. And then there were the ones that looked like they'd been merged together and ugh.
So. He had a couple of days vacation after that mess and he was fully intending to spend it in his bedroom, only leaving to relieve himself and to eat.
... And that would be someone frantically beating at his door.
He'd only lay down for a few moments and he was already getting interrupted? That was not a good sign.
Heaving himself up, his arms straining to support his weight, Sun slid off his bed, stumbling towards the door, whoever on the other side still attacking it like it would open faster the harder they hit it. Sun only belatedly remembered to smile when the door was already swinging open and Sun had a brief second before his face was revealed to the other person. (Good thing Sun was practiced with this then, huh?)
The person who'd been trying to knock his door down was a knight, his uniform placing him in Sun's own platoon. His face was flushed and sweating, his helmet was askew and he was panting for breath. Sun wasn't sure if he recognised him - all you could normally see was eye colour and possibly hair colour when they wore their helms, so you normally just had to guess who was under them. Before Sun could open his mouth, the knight had sketched out a salute and immediately began speaking, the words tumbling out his mouth like they were racing to be the first one to be said.
"There's a fire in the trade district! We're not sure how it started, but it's fully ablaze now, three buildings already engulfed." He took a breath. "We're not sure what to do and it's spreading even further as we speak."
Throw water at it...? Wasn't that how you normally did it?
Loosening his face muscles to show a look of concern (which was good, because his cheeks were already feeling stiff), Sun murmured, "May the God of Light look after those that have found themselves before Him this night." He continued on, voice louder and addressing the knight. "But, brother, would it not have been more prudent to seek the assistance of brother Ice?" The heat could cause Ice's attacks to melt and become water. Simple.
The knight paled, his eyes wide, and he shook his head. "But he's in the 'cruel, cold-hearted' faction!"
Ugh, Sun really hated that separation sometimes. "That may be true, but brother Ice would not want the work of the innocent to be destroyed."
"But..."
There was movement behind the knight and Sun craned his neck to see past his head, the colours looking familiar.
"Brother Ice!"
The knight squeaked, his whole body tensing, his eyes going round once more.
Ice heard him, turning his head towards them before changing the direction he had been walking in.
"Have you suddenly came upon the realisation that the God of Light will not forgive everyone's sins?"
Sun beamed at him, his smile more natural than it had been minutes before. No time for the usual exchange though. "No, brother Ice, but there is a fire that is hungry tonight in the trade district and-"
Ice cut him off with a curt nod, looking at the knight beside him. "Lead the way."
The knight shakily nodded, spinning on his heel and started jogging down the corridor, Ice only a few steps behind him.
Sighing a breath of relief, Sun shut the door and let himself fall on the side of the bed, the material under him feeling nice and cool. He brought a leg up and began tugging at his boots. When both feet were free, the boots dumped to the side, he wiggled his toes, letting them move freely again after being trapped for so long.
...And that would be someone knocking on his door again. This time it was a steady beat, with equal pressure against the wood. It was still annoying though.
He'd just gotten his shoes off! But he quickly threw them back on and hurried to the door to make the incessant noise stop.
It was another knight, this time extremely pale, tremors shivering up his body. His uniform said he was in the regular troops platoon. Stiffly, the knight saluted. "Sir, t-there's a spirit in the residential sector that's s-stirring up trouble, scaring the civilians."
While Sun continued smiling, he was frowning inside. Didn't anyone know what the twelve Holy Knights specialised in? And why was he reacting like that? Hadn't he seen a spirit before? "Sun is profusely apologetic, but Sun is powerless to help you." Well, he wasn't, but he was on vacation, dammit! Every single second was precious and he had wasted so many of them already! "However, Sun can recommend seeking the help of Fire Knight - he has been blessed by the God of Light abilities that are very effective against battling those that have not left this world properly to see Him."
Saluting once more, the knight, with a little more colour in his cheeks, hurried down the corridor.
Sun poked his head out of his room, peering left and right. Apart from the quickly disappearing knight, the only movement was from the flickering torchlight lining the walls. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be interrupted again soon, Sun pulled his head back in, closing the door behind him.
He wandered back to bed and half threw himself on it, his mind blissfully blank. He lay there for a few seconds, waiting for the next knock at the door. It didn't come. Glad that he'd finally gotten some peace, Sun crawled under his bedsheets and fell asleep.
* * *
Wha-? Blearily, Sun raised his head, trying to work out what had woken him. There wasn't anything in the room so - groaning, Sun tried to bury his head under the pillow. He could ignore this one, right? It was so late Sun was sure even the stars were asleep! The knocking continued, grouped in threes, a light tapping, but hard enough to be heard clearly. There was only one person Sun knew who knocked like that.
Grumbling, Sun wormed himself out of bed, running a hand through his hair, hoping it would be enough to be presentable. He could be forgiven for not wearing his boots at this late an hour, and thankfully, his clothing didn't seem too crumpled.
Throwing his hair over his shoulder, where that should hopefully hide the tangles, Sun opened the door.
"I'm really sorry for bothering you at the time, Sun," Leaf said, looking as if it was midday, not midnight, "but there's an undead in the heart of the city."
What, it was that time of the month already? But why was it so late? Oh, who cared. Growling, Sun ran to get his sword - he definitely had a reason for feeling frustrated tonight!
* * *
Okay, that might not have been the best idea, fighting while he was still recovering from the last number of days, Sun thought as he stepped back through his door. But if he hadn't done anything Leaf would have continued standing outside his door, trying to get his attention.
Right. Now, that was out the way, he was not -
Sun turned to see another knight behind him.
"We've been receiving reports of a suspicious character wearing a black cloak wandering up and down by the river."
'What do you want me to do? Forgive him?' Lips twitching, Sun kept his smile in place (probably because his muscles were now locked in that position). "Suspicious characters are not in my jurisdiction unfortunately - it is of brother Judgement's." He had a headache, he could barely carry his sword, he was absolutely ravenous, it felt like his clothes were too tight, amongst a castle-full of other things. Above all that, he just wanted to sleep.
The knight thankfully didn't protest, leaving instantly. Warily, Sun went to his door and stayed there for a few minutes, expecting the next person to come.
No-one did.
Slowly, Sun closed his door, edging towards his bed, his ears listening for any errant sounds. Still nothing. Carefully he lay on top of his bed.
He fell asleep waiting for the next interruption.
* * *
There were birds chirping shrilly the next time Sun awoke, the God of Light only just beginning to show his face. 'Go away,' Sun thought darkly. He was feeling stiff and still tired; he still needed rest even if he was able to heal quickly. That ability was largely useless in the face of sheer exhaustion, and he hadn't even been injured in the first place anyway.
And that was someone rapping on the door, crisp and short.
Sun could recognise that knock, as foggy as his mind was feeling then. He fell out of bed and after bumping into his bed, his desk, chair... There were other things, but he was too bruised to notice them by that point. Sun opened his door, smiling weakly at Judgement. Who didn't smile back, didn't look at him, and there was a rustle of cloth as he played with the hem of his sleeve.
"You have another mission, and you have to leave right now."
Noooooo!
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The buildings on fire were empty when it started, don't worry. :3
Summary: Sun was not leaving his bedroom. ... Not without a fight anyway.
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing. Vague disturbing imagery.
Mixing of both novel and manhua.
Written for the 'Bedroom' prompt for 100rare.
XD Bwahaha, I love annoying Sun!
Excuse my bad pun, I couldn't help it. :3
Looks like I'm reusing another summary format. XDD
Genre: Humour
Word count: 1,719
Status: Complete
Groaning, Sun threw himself onto his bed and just lay there for a few seconds, feeling every single one of his muscles relax bit by bit. Was there a way he could crawl under the covers without moving? He tried to, rolling left and right before eventually giving up.
Shit, he was so tired; he wasn't even exactly sure how he got back - the journey had been a haze of green and a stomach that felt like it was in the depths of a tiny ship in the middle of a typhoon, the carriage nearly throwing him through the ceiling a number of times.
The mission itself had involved a dragon, a princess, and a spell, and trying to sort that out had induced a headache that Sun was sure the God of Light could feel. He still couldn't figure out how the princess had managed to convince a dragon to make it rain cats and dogs. The resulting outcome... was not nice to see, putting it mildly. And then there were the ones that looked like they'd been merged together and ugh.
So. He had a couple of days vacation after that mess and he was fully intending to spend it in his bedroom, only leaving to relieve himself and to eat.
... And that would be someone frantically beating at his door.
He'd only lay down for a few moments and he was already getting interrupted? That was not a good sign.
Heaving himself up, his arms straining to support his weight, Sun slid off his bed, stumbling towards the door, whoever on the other side still attacking it like it would open faster the harder they hit it. Sun only belatedly remembered to smile when the door was already swinging open and Sun had a brief second before his face was revealed to the other person. (Good thing Sun was practiced with this then, huh?)
The person who'd been trying to knock his door down was a knight, his uniform placing him in Sun's own platoon. His face was flushed and sweating, his helmet was askew and he was panting for breath. Sun wasn't sure if he recognised him - all you could normally see was eye colour and possibly hair colour when they wore their helms, so you normally just had to guess who was under them. Before Sun could open his mouth, the knight had sketched out a salute and immediately began speaking, the words tumbling out his mouth like they were racing to be the first one to be said.
"There's a fire in the trade district! We're not sure how it started, but it's fully ablaze now, three buildings already engulfed." He took a breath. "We're not sure what to do and it's spreading even further as we speak."
Throw water at it...? Wasn't that how you normally did it?
Loosening his face muscles to show a look of concern (which was good, because his cheeks were already feeling stiff), Sun murmured, "May the God of Light look after those that have found themselves before Him this night." He continued on, voice louder and addressing the knight. "But, brother, would it not have been more prudent to seek the assistance of brother Ice?" The heat could cause Ice's attacks to melt and become water. Simple.
The knight paled, his eyes wide, and he shook his head. "But he's in the 'cruel, cold-hearted' faction!"
Ugh, Sun really hated that separation sometimes. "That may be true, but brother Ice would not want the work of the innocent to be destroyed."
"But..."
There was movement behind the knight and Sun craned his neck to see past his head, the colours looking familiar.
"Brother Ice!"
The knight squeaked, his whole body tensing, his eyes going round once more.
Ice heard him, turning his head towards them before changing the direction he had been walking in.
"Have you suddenly came upon the realisation that the God of Light will not forgive everyone's sins?"
Sun beamed at him, his smile more natural than it had been minutes before. No time for the usual exchange though. "No, brother Ice, but there is a fire that is hungry tonight in the trade district and-"
Ice cut him off with a curt nod, looking at the knight beside him. "Lead the way."
The knight shakily nodded, spinning on his heel and started jogging down the corridor, Ice only a few steps behind him.
Sighing a breath of relief, Sun shut the door and let himself fall on the side of the bed, the material under him feeling nice and cool. He brought a leg up and began tugging at his boots. When both feet were free, the boots dumped to the side, he wiggled his toes, letting them move freely again after being trapped for so long.
...And that would be someone knocking on his door again. This time it was a steady beat, with equal pressure against the wood. It was still annoying though.
He'd just gotten his shoes off! But he quickly threw them back on and hurried to the door to make the incessant noise stop.
It was another knight, this time extremely pale, tremors shivering up his body. His uniform said he was in the regular troops platoon. Stiffly, the knight saluted. "Sir, t-there's a spirit in the residential sector that's s-stirring up trouble, scaring the civilians."
While Sun continued smiling, he was frowning inside. Didn't anyone know what the twelve Holy Knights specialised in? And why was he reacting like that? Hadn't he seen a spirit before? "Sun is profusely apologetic, but Sun is powerless to help you." Well, he wasn't, but he was on vacation, dammit! Every single second was precious and he had wasted so many of them already! "However, Sun can recommend seeking the help of Fire Knight - he has been blessed by the God of Light abilities that are very effective against battling those that have not left this world properly to see Him."
Saluting once more, the knight, with a little more colour in his cheeks, hurried down the corridor.
Sun poked his head out of his room, peering left and right. Apart from the quickly disappearing knight, the only movement was from the flickering torchlight lining the walls. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be interrupted again soon, Sun pulled his head back in, closing the door behind him.
He wandered back to bed and half threw himself on it, his mind blissfully blank. He lay there for a few seconds, waiting for the next knock at the door. It didn't come. Glad that he'd finally gotten some peace, Sun crawled under his bedsheets and fell asleep.
Wha-? Blearily, Sun raised his head, trying to work out what had woken him. There wasn't anything in the room so - groaning, Sun tried to bury his head under the pillow. He could ignore this one, right? It was so late Sun was sure even the stars were asleep! The knocking continued, grouped in threes, a light tapping, but hard enough to be heard clearly. There was only one person Sun knew who knocked like that.
Grumbling, Sun wormed himself out of bed, running a hand through his hair, hoping it would be enough to be presentable. He could be forgiven for not wearing his boots at this late an hour, and thankfully, his clothing didn't seem too crumpled.
Throwing his hair over his shoulder, where that should hopefully hide the tangles, Sun opened the door.
"I'm really sorry for bothering you at the time, Sun," Leaf said, looking as if it was midday, not midnight, "but there's an undead in the heart of the city."
What, it was that time of the month already? But why was it so late? Oh, who cared. Growling, Sun ran to get his sword - he definitely had a reason for feeling frustrated tonight!
Okay, that might not have been the best idea, fighting while he was still recovering from the last number of days, Sun thought as he stepped back through his door. But if he hadn't done anything Leaf would have continued standing outside his door, trying to get his attention.
Right. Now, that was out the way, he was not -
Sun turned to see another knight behind him.
"We've been receiving reports of a suspicious character wearing a black cloak wandering up and down by the river."
'What do you want me to do? Forgive him?' Lips twitching, Sun kept his smile in place (probably because his muscles were now locked in that position). "Suspicious characters are not in my jurisdiction unfortunately - it is of brother Judgement's." He had a headache, he could barely carry his sword, he was absolutely ravenous, it felt like his clothes were too tight, amongst a castle-full of other things. Above all that, he just wanted to sleep.
The knight thankfully didn't protest, leaving instantly. Warily, Sun went to his door and stayed there for a few minutes, expecting the next person to come.
No-one did.
Slowly, Sun closed his door, edging towards his bed, his ears listening for any errant sounds. Still nothing. Carefully he lay on top of his bed.
He fell asleep waiting for the next interruption.
There were birds chirping shrilly the next time Sun awoke, the God of Light only just beginning to show his face. 'Go away,' Sun thought darkly. He was feeling stiff and still tired; he still needed rest even if he was able to heal quickly. That ability was largely useless in the face of sheer exhaustion, and he hadn't even been injured in the first place anyway.
And that was someone rapping on the door, crisp and short.
Sun could recognise that knock, as foggy as his mind was feeling then. He fell out of bed and after bumping into his bed, his desk, chair... There were other things, but he was too bruised to notice them by that point. Sun opened his door, smiling weakly at Judgement. Who didn't smile back, didn't look at him, and there was a rustle of cloth as he played with the hem of his sleeve.
"You have another mission, and you have to leave right now."
Noooooo!
The buildings on fire were empty when it started, don't worry. :3