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esp_dragon) wrote2011-02-01 07:26 am
esp_dragon) wrote2011-02-01 07:26 am
Crowd
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Storm's in trouble.
Rating: K
Notes: Written for the 'Crowd' prompt for 100rare.
No notes! omg!
Genre: General/humour
Word count: 514
Status: Complete
Breath stuttering, Storm eyed the group of three women in trepidation as they approached him with wide grins and calculating looks on their faces. Oh no. He peeked for any available exits but there weren't any, save for behind the women and the direction Storm had come from. He couldn't turn away now, not after he'd seem them and they'd seen him see them.
In turn, he gave every one a wink accompanied by a tilt of the lips.
None of them blushed or faltered a step, still heading straight towards him, their grins even wider now.
That wasn't good.
In a few seconds they had surrounded him entirely, blocking him from moving in any direction. Storm felt a tug on his clothing and he was just able to stop the reflexive 'eep!'
"Storm Knight," the woman who was tugging at his sleeve said, pulling the fabric closer to her face. She flicked her eyes up at him, eyelids heavy and her smile lazy. "Your tunic is filthy - you should change it and have a bath."
Before Storm could respond, the woman on his right chimed in with, "We can help!"
Um. "I do apologise but..." Help? There wasn't anyone he could call to; it would have been pointless to anyway - he was supposed to flirt and - and...
"Oh, brother Storm!" someone said, drawing the women's attention. "May the God of Light be filling your day with His benevolence."
He wasn't, no, not right now - but maybe He was, sending Sun to rescue him. Storm covered a sigh of relief, smiling at the other Knight.
"Sun requires brother Storm's input on certain matters, unless he is busy...?" Sun glanced at the women curiously.
Ha. Hahaha... "No, not so much that I don't have time to help you." How often was it that Sun was easily understandable to him? Maybe the God of Light had decided to look after him for today.
Waving goodbye and ignoring the disappointed looks, Storm followed Sun, feeling the women's gazes on his back. He slumped against the wall once they were out of their sight, not caring what Sun would make of it. "Thanks."
"No," Sun said, smile ever present, "thank you."
Huh? With a confused set to his eyebrows, Storm looked up at Sun - and then saw the pile of papers sitting behind Sun. Wait...
Sun blinked at him. "Brother Storm said that he would be able to assist Sun," -his face turned woeful- "unless Sun misheard?"
Yes, he did say that, but... Storm had thought it had been an excuse to get him out of that situation, not actually a request. But then, thinking about it, Sun didn't know about him being uncomfortable, so why would he have done that? Storm had just been clutching at any way to get away.
Mustering a smile, Storm shook his head. "I'll do it."
The guilt vanished from Sun's face.
Paperwork was always the better choice when put beside trying to escape from ladies' attention. Storm strode forward, readying himself for the task ahead.
Summary: Storm's in trouble.
Rating: K
Notes: Written for the 'Crowd' prompt for 100rare.
No notes! omg!
Genre: General/humour
Word count: 514
Status: Complete
Breath stuttering, Storm eyed the group of three women in trepidation as they approached him with wide grins and calculating looks on their faces. Oh no. He peeked for any available exits but there weren't any, save for behind the women and the direction Storm had come from. He couldn't turn away now, not after he'd seem them and they'd seen him see them.
In turn, he gave every one a wink accompanied by a tilt of the lips.
None of them blushed or faltered a step, still heading straight towards him, their grins even wider now.
That wasn't good.
In a few seconds they had surrounded him entirely, blocking him from moving in any direction. Storm felt a tug on his clothing and he was just able to stop the reflexive 'eep!'
"Storm Knight," the woman who was tugging at his sleeve said, pulling the fabric closer to her face. She flicked her eyes up at him, eyelids heavy and her smile lazy. "Your tunic is filthy - you should change it and have a bath."
Before Storm could respond, the woman on his right chimed in with, "We can help!"
Um. "I do apologise but..." Help? There wasn't anyone he could call to; it would have been pointless to anyway - he was supposed to flirt and - and...
"Oh, brother Storm!" someone said, drawing the women's attention. "May the God of Light be filling your day with His benevolence."
He wasn't, no, not right now - but maybe He was, sending Sun to rescue him. Storm covered a sigh of relief, smiling at the other Knight.
"Sun requires brother Storm's input on certain matters, unless he is busy...?" Sun glanced at the women curiously.
Ha. Hahaha... "No, not so much that I don't have time to help you." How often was it that Sun was easily understandable to him? Maybe the God of Light had decided to look after him for today.
Waving goodbye and ignoring the disappointed looks, Storm followed Sun, feeling the women's gazes on his back. He slumped against the wall once they were out of their sight, not caring what Sun would make of it. "Thanks."
"No," Sun said, smile ever present, "thank you."
Huh? With a confused set to his eyebrows, Storm looked up at Sun - and then saw the pile of papers sitting behind Sun. Wait...
Sun blinked at him. "Brother Storm said that he would be able to assist Sun," -his face turned woeful- "unless Sun misheard?"
Yes, he did say that, but... Storm had thought it had been an excuse to get him out of that situation, not actually a request. But then, thinking about it, Sun didn't know about him being uncomfortable, so why would he have done that? Storm had just been clutching at any way to get away.
Mustering a smile, Storm shook his head. "I'll do it."
The guilt vanished from Sun's face.
Paperwork was always the better choice when put beside trying to escape from ladies' attention. Storm strode forward, readying himself for the task ahead.
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Poor Storm, escaping from woman only to find paperwork waiting for him. I was under the impression that maybe Grisia was going to save him just to save him, but I guess not. =P But I bet Grisia does know how uncomfortable Storm was with the women. XD
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