[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: A Rose for Your Hair Part 3
Ah, after looking through the tags for this fic, I realize that it was fairly soon after my previous update of this fic (all the way back in January), that my dad got admitted to the hospital. He was in critical condition then, and I lived every day on tenterhooks, with writing being one of my few stress relievers. I'm truly thankful to everyone who has helped me take my mind off of things during this time. I'm happy to say that my dad is finally back home since April. He is doing much better now! He will still need to be on antibiotics for quite some time, but I'm just so, so relieved that he's well enough to be home. ♥
Title: A Rose for Your Hair Part 3
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,384
Summary: In which Judgment's hair gains super powers and the events of v5 still play out, but with super hair involved. Set after v5c6.
Notes: Angst, angst, angst! Lesus, stop moping abouuuuuut. This was supposed to be a crack fic! Anyway, after seeing aoi_nezumi's amazing drawing of Lesus and his super hair, I had to poke this fic back into existence. Bonus doodle from kiyutsuna from some time ago. |D;;;
Previous part
Part 3
Since I was stuck in confinement doing nothing constructive, I had Metal bring me my paperwork while I reflected on matters. It was while I was busy correcting one of the statements that a strand of hair sneaked under the next piece of paperwork and lifted it over.
"Ah, thank y-" I began, only to stop halfway.
My hair had just handed me my next piece of paperwork.
I didn't know if that was brilliant or freaky. Storm would probably appreciate it more than me.
I covered my face, placed my pen down, and took the piece of paper. This really wasn't something I could ignore.
I pushed my pile of papers to the side and stood up, yet my hair did not fall to rest completely against my back. The ends of it drifted around, like... what plants underwater might do.
At the moment, the length was comparable to Sun's or Storm's hair, but based on what had happened earlier, I knew it could lengthen and shorten.
The strands felt like normal hair to me. I let the hair slip through my fingers. It was soft and fine. Yet when Metal had tried to cut the hair off, red lashes had appeared on his skin from where the hair had struck him.
In other words, the hair could harden like a weapon.
It had also reacted to my mood, drooping down when I felt depressed, stiffening when I felt uneasy. If I didn't learn to control my hair's reactions, I would give myself away much too easily.
I sighed, my hair falling limply against my back, just as dispirited as I was.
Well, I'm currently stuck in confinement. Might as well get my own situation in hand.
I began experimenting, willing the hair to respond to my wishes. All it did was behave like normal hair -- it moved not an inch in the direction I wanted it to. It just continued floating about. That part wasn't like normal hair. Blankly, I tried to make my hair curl around the hilt of my sword, but it didn't respond. No matter how much I pictured it happening, it still didn't happen.
I clicked my tongue, annoyed. My hair suddenly jerked at the ends.
Don't tell me the key is my mood...
I rubbed my temples.
That didn't explain, however, why my hair had reached out to the paperwork for me, or why it had attacked Metal. Was it reacting to my mood and desires? Did it actually have a mind of its own? I really didn't want to think of my hair as "alive."
Even the Pope had confessed that he had never seen something like this before, but there was still much to be learned about Resurrection, given how few could cast it with Grisia's rate of success. It was thought that if the caster were to pay a price, the person being revived would not suffer any side effects. According to the lore then, since Grisia had paid a price to ensure a perfect Resurrection, the result of my hair could not be a "price"...
Is this truly a "gift" then, like what I surmised?
I rubbed my temples once more. My hair curled around my wrists.
I spent the next day experimenting, this time trying to get a better handle of my subconscious desires. With my legs crossed, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, trying to relax my whole body. My hair relaxed along with me. I emptied my thoughts and focused only on my breathing.
Inhale.
My chest rose.
Exhale.
I breathed out.
Inhale.
I breathed in once more.
Exhale.
I let it all out.
My teacher, although not an expert in sword-fighting, was an expert in freeing himself from his emotions and emptying his mind while fighting. He had total control over his state of mind, and that led to him being a formidable fighter despite his weaker skills. I'd learned from him how to do the same.
I let myself relax, my guilt and worries subsiding. They were still a part of me, but no longer were they at the forefront and making my hair twitch.
Perhaps the key to having my hair behave would be keeping myself composed even more than usual. I felt my hair rest against my back. Calm. At peace. No longer waving about. A passable first step.
I picked up my paperwork and continued writing.
Not long after, I already had to put my control to the test. On the fifth day after I'd died and came back to life, Sun finally woke up. Metal was the one who brought the news. I myself had only been awake for two days.
When I heard that Sun had awoken, I bowed my head, relief flowing through me, but even then, I could not help worrying.
"Did he show any strange behavior?" I asked Metal.
Was his hair color truly the price? The only price?
Can I really hope that I have not taken anything graver from Sun?
Metal nodded furiously. "He totally did!"
My heart lurched, and my hair turned ramrod straight. Metal immediately held up his hands to calm me down.
"What I mean is, he was really forthcoming with the particulars of the situation. I actually thought him dependable," Metal explained while scratching his cheek.
If even Metal thought so, then Sun must have felt really dependable to everyone. That made me smile, though it also sent a pang of guilt through me once more. Even Sun had learned to be more forthcoming. Yet now I was hiding things.
No, rather, I should say, I'd always been hiding...
I'd hidden this from him for three long years already, ever since the day Grisia's teacher had confided in me and trusted me as Grisia's safeguard. Three long years, even before we took up our positions. All this time, I'd kept the secret deep within, having pledged to myself that I would protect Grisia's path.
I'd kept the secret...
Even to my deathbed.
I closed my eyes.
I had thought my conviction to be stronger than this.
Should I tell him? But... What would he think?
I...
My hair curled protectively around my neck like a scarf, the calm I'd tried to maintain long gone.
I...
If Sun were to find out, what would he think of himself?
What would he...
My eyes fluttered open. I reached my hand up to the hair around my neck. I gripped it tightly.
Would he...
...leave...
I don't want you to doubt yourself, Sun.
I... don't want you to leave.
Metal went on to describe Sun's orders to each of them. Leaf, Metal, and Blaze were stationed at the Holy Temple to oversee it and watch over me. Metal explained that Storm had been left in charge with Adair and Vidar to help him, Stone was off to the palace to explain the situation to the king, that there was a lich causing havoc, Ice and Moon were patrolling the city with their platoons, Hell was keeping an eye on Silent Eagle, and Cloud and Earth had accompanied Sun out into the city.
"What are they planning to do?" I asked Metal.
"Investigate. That's all Sun said," Metal answered.
I frowned.
Metal bit his lips, and with shining eyes, said, "Don't worry, Captain Judgment. We all pledged that we would find the murderer for you and send her to hell!"
My hair uncurled from my neck and reached over to Metal.
"Oh my God of Light, I think your hair likes me now!" he gasped and reached a shaking hand out to pet my hair. The hair quivered appreciatively.
I sighed.
For the rest of the day, I continued meditating in the confinement chamber, trying to gain better control of my hair and my emotions. I was glad that Leaf was one of the ones who had stayed behind at the Holy Temple -- I wanted to ask him about his eyes.
How much has his eyes improved?
I had heard from him that his eyesight had improved, but he hadn't made any mention of it after his initial confession.
It was while I was pondering over Leaf's eyes that Sun's voice suddenly rang out from within my head.
“Twelve Holy Knights, hear my command!”
I shook my head in fond exasperation even while warmth spread through me, relief at hearing his voice. Only Sun could have learned telepathy so soon after waking up from resurrecting someone.
“Listen to me. Scarlet is about to escape from the city. I need all of you to immediately..."
I stood up, hair cascading down my back, curling around the hilt of my sword. I laid my hand on top of it.
It was time to leave this room.
to be continued
Apparently, I like to write Lesus doubting himself. :'D
Next part
Title: A Rose for Your Hair Part 3
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,384
Summary: In which Judgment's hair gains super powers and the events of v5 still play out, but with super hair involved. Set after v5c6.
Notes: Angst, angst, angst! Lesus, stop moping abouuuuuut. This was supposed to be a crack fic! Anyway, after seeing aoi_nezumi's amazing drawing of Lesus and his super hair, I had to poke this fic back into existence. Bonus doodle from kiyutsuna from some time ago. |D;;;
Previous part
Part 3
Since I was stuck in confinement doing nothing constructive, I had Metal bring me my paperwork while I reflected on matters. It was while I was busy correcting one of the statements that a strand of hair sneaked under the next piece of paperwork and lifted it over.
"Ah, thank y-" I began, only to stop halfway.
My hair had just handed me my next piece of paperwork.
I didn't know if that was brilliant or freaky. Storm would probably appreciate it more than me.
I covered my face, placed my pen down, and took the piece of paper. This really wasn't something I could ignore.
I pushed my pile of papers to the side and stood up, yet my hair did not fall to rest completely against my back. The ends of it drifted around, like... what plants underwater might do.
At the moment, the length was comparable to Sun's or Storm's hair, but based on what had happened earlier, I knew it could lengthen and shorten.
The strands felt like normal hair to me. I let the hair slip through my fingers. It was soft and fine. Yet when Metal had tried to cut the hair off, red lashes had appeared on his skin from where the hair had struck him.
In other words, the hair could harden like a weapon.
It had also reacted to my mood, drooping down when I felt depressed, stiffening when I felt uneasy. If I didn't learn to control my hair's reactions, I would give myself away much too easily.
I sighed, my hair falling limply against my back, just as dispirited as I was.
Well, I'm currently stuck in confinement. Might as well get my own situation in hand.
I began experimenting, willing the hair to respond to my wishes. All it did was behave like normal hair -- it moved not an inch in the direction I wanted it to. It just continued floating about. That part wasn't like normal hair. Blankly, I tried to make my hair curl around the hilt of my sword, but it didn't respond. No matter how much I pictured it happening, it still didn't happen.
I clicked my tongue, annoyed. My hair suddenly jerked at the ends.
Don't tell me the key is my mood...
I rubbed my temples.
That didn't explain, however, why my hair had reached out to the paperwork for me, or why it had attacked Metal. Was it reacting to my mood and desires? Did it actually have a mind of its own? I really didn't want to think of my hair as "alive."
Even the Pope had confessed that he had never seen something like this before, but there was still much to be learned about Resurrection, given how few could cast it with Grisia's rate of success. It was thought that if the caster were to pay a price, the person being revived would not suffer any side effects. According to the lore then, since Grisia had paid a price to ensure a perfect Resurrection, the result of my hair could not be a "price"...
Is this truly a "gift" then, like what I surmised?
I rubbed my temples once more. My hair curled around my wrists.
I spent the next day experimenting, this time trying to get a better handle of my subconscious desires. With my legs crossed, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, trying to relax my whole body. My hair relaxed along with me. I emptied my thoughts and focused only on my breathing.
Inhale.
My chest rose.
Exhale.
I breathed out.
Inhale.
I breathed in once more.
Exhale.
I let it all out.
My teacher, although not an expert in sword-fighting, was an expert in freeing himself from his emotions and emptying his mind while fighting. He had total control over his state of mind, and that led to him being a formidable fighter despite his weaker skills. I'd learned from him how to do the same.
I let myself relax, my guilt and worries subsiding. They were still a part of me, but no longer were they at the forefront and making my hair twitch.
Perhaps the key to having my hair behave would be keeping myself composed even more than usual. I felt my hair rest against my back. Calm. At peace. No longer waving about. A passable first step.
I picked up my paperwork and continued writing.
Not long after, I already had to put my control to the test. On the fifth day after I'd died and came back to life, Sun finally woke up. Metal was the one who brought the news. I myself had only been awake for two days.
When I heard that Sun had awoken, I bowed my head, relief flowing through me, but even then, I could not help worrying.
"Did he show any strange behavior?" I asked Metal.
Was his hair color truly the price? The only price?
Can I really hope that I have not taken anything graver from Sun?
Metal nodded furiously. "He totally did!"
My heart lurched, and my hair turned ramrod straight. Metal immediately held up his hands to calm me down.
"What I mean is, he was really forthcoming with the particulars of the situation. I actually thought him dependable," Metal explained while scratching his cheek.
If even Metal thought so, then Sun must have felt really dependable to everyone. That made me smile, though it also sent a pang of guilt through me once more. Even Sun had learned to be more forthcoming. Yet now I was hiding things.
No, rather, I should say, I'd always been hiding...
I'd hidden this from him for three long years already, ever since the day Grisia's teacher had confided in me and trusted me as Grisia's safeguard. Three long years, even before we took up our positions. All this time, I'd kept the secret deep within, having pledged to myself that I would protect Grisia's path.
I'd kept the secret...
Even to my deathbed.
I closed my eyes.
I had thought my conviction to be stronger than this.
Should I tell him? But... What would he think?
I...
My hair curled protectively around my neck like a scarf, the calm I'd tried to maintain long gone.
I...
If Sun were to find out, what would he think of himself?
What would he...
My eyes fluttered open. I reached my hand up to the hair around my neck. I gripped it tightly.
Would he...
...leave...
I don't want you to doubt yourself, Sun.
I... don't want you to leave.
Metal went on to describe Sun's orders to each of them. Leaf, Metal, and Blaze were stationed at the Holy Temple to oversee it and watch over me. Metal explained that Storm had been left in charge with Adair and Vidar to help him, Stone was off to the palace to explain the situation to the king, that there was a lich causing havoc, Ice and Moon were patrolling the city with their platoons, Hell was keeping an eye on Silent Eagle, and Cloud and Earth had accompanied Sun out into the city.
"What are they planning to do?" I asked Metal.
"Investigate. That's all Sun said," Metal answered.
I frowned.
Metal bit his lips, and with shining eyes, said, "Don't worry, Captain Judgment. We all pledged that we would find the murderer for you and send her to hell!"
My hair uncurled from my neck and reached over to Metal.
"Oh my God of Light, I think your hair likes me now!" he gasped and reached a shaking hand out to pet my hair. The hair quivered appreciatively.
I sighed.
For the rest of the day, I continued meditating in the confinement chamber, trying to gain better control of my hair and my emotions. I was glad that Leaf was one of the ones who had stayed behind at the Holy Temple -- I wanted to ask him about his eyes.
How much has his eyes improved?
I had heard from him that his eyesight had improved, but he hadn't made any mention of it after his initial confession.
It was while I was pondering over Leaf's eyes that Sun's voice suddenly rang out from within my head.
“Twelve Holy Knights, hear my command!”
I shook my head in fond exasperation even while warmth spread through me, relief at hearing his voice. Only Sun could have learned telepathy so soon after waking up from resurrecting someone.
“Listen to me. Scarlet is about to escape from the city. I need all of you to immediately..."
I stood up, hair cascading down my back, curling around the hilt of my sword. I laid my hand on top of it.
It was time to leave this room.
to be continued
Apparently, I like to write Lesus doubting himself. :'D
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