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esp_dragon) wrote2011-04-11 09:09 pm
esp_dragon) wrote2011-04-11 09:09 pm
Illness
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Sun's ill, which means someone has to do his paperwork.
Rating: K
Notes: Aaand yet another plotbunny![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucathia_rykatu poked into existence. XDD;
Yet again, I thought I'd be struggling to even reach one-hundred. *facepalm* When am I ever going to learn?
Written for the 'Illness' prompt for 100rare
Genre: General/humour
Word count: 413
Status: Complete
"Ah! Storm!"
Turning, Storm saw Leaf jogging towards him, a large pile of papers under his arm. Storm's heart sank, a sense of foreboding settling in his stomach. Leaf didn't normally approach him with paperwork (he did his own; even if he had the chance to foist it onto Storm, Leaf never did) but on the times that he did…
"Sun is unfortunately ill at the moment," Leaf said apologetically, straightening the papers. "Would you be able to…?"
Smiling wanly, Storm nodded. He didn't really mind doing extra paperwork, really. It kept him inside and away from any women he'd have to flirt with, as well as ensuring the smooth running of everything in the Holy Church. Even so, he wasn't quite sure when he had last had a proper break. Or sleep. … When had he last eaten?
"Thank you," Leaf said as he passed the papers.
Storm hummed in response while he flicked through them. He waved goodbye to Leaf, his focus on the information as he tried to put it into some sort of order.
A few minutes later, Storm entered his room and headed straight for his desk. He could try to rest, but Sun's paperwork always took longer than anyone else's. It wasn't that he had to emulate Sun's speech on the paper (though, if he did, maybe he would have been able to understand Sun years ago!), but it was Sun's script that was the problem. There were loops and swirls that caused the characters to look like others, making it illegible, even if the actual handwriting was neat and tidy.
Sighing, Storm settled down and began to work.
* * *
Storm wasn't sure what time it was (the God of Light had retired for the night, and it had been midday when he started working), but at least he'd finally completed Sun's paperwork. He pushed himself away from his desk and staggered to his bed.
Without bothering to change his clothes or go under the covers, Storm feel straight to sleep.
* * *
The God of Light's touch eventually woke Storm up the next…afternoon, by His position in the sky. Or it was more probably because of His light falling onto his eyes, since Storm wasn't feeling all that warm; he had goosebumps running up his arm and he could feel a light shiver thrumming in his body.
Just as Storm was slowly getting off his bed (he was feeling strangely weak), he sneezed. And then sneezed again.
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Pfft. They're all screwed now. XDD
Summary: Sun's ill, which means someone has to do his paperwork.
Rating: K
Notes: Aaand yet another plotbunny
lucathia_rykatu poked into existence. XDD;Yet again, I thought I'd be struggling to even reach one-hundred. *facepalm* When am I ever going to learn?
Written for the 'Illness' prompt for 100rare
Genre: General/humour
Word count: 413
Status: Complete
"Ah! Storm!"
Turning, Storm saw Leaf jogging towards him, a large pile of papers under his arm. Storm's heart sank, a sense of foreboding settling in his stomach. Leaf didn't normally approach him with paperwork (he did his own; even if he had the chance to foist it onto Storm, Leaf never did) but on the times that he did…
"Sun is unfortunately ill at the moment," Leaf said apologetically, straightening the papers. "Would you be able to…?"
Smiling wanly, Storm nodded. He didn't really mind doing extra paperwork, really. It kept him inside and away from any women he'd have to flirt with, as well as ensuring the smooth running of everything in the Holy Church. Even so, he wasn't quite sure when he had last had a proper break. Or sleep. … When had he last eaten?
"Thank you," Leaf said as he passed the papers.
Storm hummed in response while he flicked through them. He waved goodbye to Leaf, his focus on the information as he tried to put it into some sort of order.
A few minutes later, Storm entered his room and headed straight for his desk. He could try to rest, but Sun's paperwork always took longer than anyone else's. It wasn't that he had to emulate Sun's speech on the paper (though, if he did, maybe he would have been able to understand Sun years ago!), but it was Sun's script that was the problem. There were loops and swirls that caused the characters to look like others, making it illegible, even if the actual handwriting was neat and tidy.
Sighing, Storm settled down and began to work.
Storm wasn't sure what time it was (the God of Light had retired for the night, and it had been midday when he started working), but at least he'd finally completed Sun's paperwork. He pushed himself away from his desk and staggered to his bed.
Without bothering to change his clothes or go under the covers, Storm feel straight to sleep.
The God of Light's touch eventually woke Storm up the next…afternoon, by His position in the sky. Or it was more probably because of His light falling onto his eyes, since Storm wasn't feeling all that warm; he had goosebumps running up his arm and he could feel a light shiver thrumming in his body.
Just as Storm was slowly getting off his bed (he was feeling strangely weak), he sneezed. And then sneezed again.
Pfft. They're all screwed now. XDD