31_days; september 4
❧ the spirit speaking girl
▶ Original, Zaeshi and Atoru
"September 4; would it help you if I died tonight?" & G & 352 words
notes: I have way too many stories floating up in my head.
“And that’s the last of the requests for tonight. I think you have a client for ten in the morning tomorrow, and the elder from the far west village wanted to discuss-Zaeshi, are you listening to me?”
The girl in question rolled over onto her side, short black tresses pooling underneath her cheek. She looked up, eyes full of disdain and lips almost pulled down into a pout, before sighing and rolling back over again. “No. Don’t want to.”
“Zaeshi.” The young man glanced towards Zaeshi’s figure, her back unyielding even as she lied ungracefully on the floor. Whatever comfort she took in the cool panels of wood was interrupted as he took a seat next to her just as ungraciously.
“Atoru.” With the way she practically spat out his name, anyone else would have blinked twice at the venom in her voice. Atoru, however, merely sighed and flicked a stray strand into her face. She scowled harder. “I’m done for the week. Today was a lot more work than it was supposed to be.”
“That’s because you keep pushing back everything like this. It’s no wonder the work hasn’t piled up even higher.”
Undeterred, Zaeshi spoke over him. “I’m going out first thing tomorrow to survey the area. It’s been a while since I last checked in on them.”
“Ah, well about that-I took it upon myself to send all your traveling gear to the workshop. The lady Feiko said it will take three days for all the tune-ups.”
“Go die!” Atoru barely even batted an eyelash as Zaeshi practically flew up in indignant rage. “I hope the Dream Stealer goes and visits you tonight!”
She was already stomping away, pipe in hand likely to smoke upstairs, before Atoru could call out in concern, “But that would only give you more work to do anyways!”
A door slammed shut, and the first floor of the shop was filled with silence save for the sound of his small, good-natured sigh. He smiled as he looked up the staircase, eyes on the closed heavy oak doors, and whispered, “Good night, Zaeshi.”
▶ Original, Zaeshi and Atoru
"September 4; would it help you if I died tonight?" & G & 352 words
notes: I have way too many stories floating up in my head.
“And that’s the last of the requests for tonight. I think you have a client for ten in the morning tomorrow, and the elder from the far west village wanted to discuss-Zaeshi, are you listening to me?”
The girl in question rolled over onto her side, short black tresses pooling underneath her cheek. She looked up, eyes full of disdain and lips almost pulled down into a pout, before sighing and rolling back over again. “No. Don’t want to.”
“Zaeshi.” The young man glanced towards Zaeshi’s figure, her back unyielding even as she lied ungracefully on the floor. Whatever comfort she took in the cool panels of wood was interrupted as he took a seat next to her just as ungraciously.
“Atoru.” With the way she practically spat out his name, anyone else would have blinked twice at the venom in her voice. Atoru, however, merely sighed and flicked a stray strand into her face. She scowled harder. “I’m done for the week. Today was a lot more work than it was supposed to be.”
“That’s because you keep pushing back everything like this. It’s no wonder the work hasn’t piled up even higher.”
Undeterred, Zaeshi spoke over him. “I’m going out first thing tomorrow to survey the area. It’s been a while since I last checked in on them.”
“Ah, well about that-I took it upon myself to send all your traveling gear to the workshop. The lady Feiko said it will take three days for all the tune-ups.”
“Go die!” Atoru barely even batted an eyelash as Zaeshi practically flew up in indignant rage. “I hope the Dream Stealer goes and visits you tonight!”
She was already stomping away, pipe in hand likely to smoke upstairs, before Atoru could call out in concern, “But that would only give you more work to do anyways!”
A door slammed shut, and the first floor of the shop was filled with silence save for the sound of his small, good-natured sigh. He smiled as he looked up the staircase, eyes on the closed heavy oak doors, and whispered, “Good night, Zaeshi.”