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esp_dragonFandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Grisia is checking out the deliveries.
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing.
Written for the 'Sorry' prompt for 100rare.
Set in Grisia's training days.
C'mon. I had to write at least one! XDD
Genre: General
Word count: 347
Status: Complete
Grisia looked left and right, keeping an eye out for any movement. So far, nothing, and Grisia couldn't hear anything that wasn't birds twittering so he was free to check out the basket that had been left on the doorstep of the Holy Church. He normally wasn't awake early enough to rifle through - to see what had been delivered before the items were passed on, so he was going to use this opportunity since he wasn't sure the next time he'd be able to.
He peeked under the napkin, but it wasn't enough for him to see what was underneath it. Well, if he took too long being cautious, he might get caught. With that in mind, Grisia tugged off the napkin, nose twitching.
'Hmm. Books, scrolls - no sweets though.' There was a small jar tucked away in the corner that caught Grisia's eyes. Curious, he picked it up - only for it to slip from his fingers, the glass shattering as soon as it hit the steps. There was a bright blue stain left in its wake.
Shit.
...No-one was going to notice, right? It was only a small thing...
Grisia threw the napkin back and ran.
* * *
Ceo pushed the door open, taking a deep breath, smelling the sweet... What was that smell?
He glanced down, seeing blue liquid splattered like blood across the stone steps. Ceo's thoughts halted, his entire mind wiping clean of every thought he'd been having.
That was his hair dye... He'd finished his previous stock a few days ago and his hair was starting to reveal its true colour.
Before his rage could fully take hold, Ceo quashed it; the Storm Knight was supposed to be a flirtatious slacker, not a vengeful berserker. 'So,' Ceo thought, a calm spreading through him, the fury kept tightly in check, 'I need to find the culprit who did this. Someone is bound to have seen something.' Shutting the door again, a gentle smile spreading across his face, Ceo began to categorise which people he would get in contact with first.
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Would have had cough after 'rifle through' but I don't think that works in third person.
Summary: Grisia is checking out the deliveries.
Rating: T
Notes: Swearing.
Written for the 'Sorry' prompt for 100rare.
Set in Grisia's training days.
C'mon. I had to write at least one! XDD
Genre: General
Word count: 347
Status: Complete
Grisia looked left and right, keeping an eye out for any movement. So far, nothing, and Grisia couldn't hear anything that wasn't birds twittering so he was free to check out the basket that had been left on the doorstep of the Holy Church. He normally wasn't awake early enough to rifle through - to see what had been delivered before the items were passed on, so he was going to use this opportunity since he wasn't sure the next time he'd be able to.
He peeked under the napkin, but it wasn't enough for him to see what was underneath it. Well, if he took too long being cautious, he might get caught. With that in mind, Grisia tugged off the napkin, nose twitching.
'Hmm. Books, scrolls - no sweets though.' There was a small jar tucked away in the corner that caught Grisia's eyes. Curious, he picked it up - only for it to slip from his fingers, the glass shattering as soon as it hit the steps. There was a bright blue stain left in its wake.
Shit.
...No-one was going to notice, right? It was only a small thing...
Grisia threw the napkin back and ran.
Ceo pushed the door open, taking a deep breath, smelling the sweet... What was that smell?
He glanced down, seeing blue liquid splattered like blood across the stone steps. Ceo's thoughts halted, his entire mind wiping clean of every thought he'd been having.
That was his hair dye... He'd finished his previous stock a few days ago and his hair was starting to reveal its true colour.
Before his rage could fully take hold, Ceo quashed it; the Storm Knight was supposed to be a flirtatious slacker, not a vengeful berserker. 'So,' Ceo thought, a calm spreading through him, the fury kept tightly in check, 'I need to find the culprit who did this. Someone is bound to have seen something.' Shutting the door again, a gentle smile spreading across his face, Ceo began to categorise which people he would get in contact with first.
Would have had cough after 'rifle through' but I don't think that works in third person.
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Date: Jan. 30th, 2011 11:35 pm (UTC)Grisia was so cute, haha. And Ceo, oh my. Really liked how he came to the conclusion that the Storm Knight wasn't a vengeful berserker. It kind of makes his calm fury even scarier. XD
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