Steal
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Sun needs to get into the kitchens.
Rating: K+
Notes: Mild swearing.
Written for the 'Steal' prompt for 100rare.
Genre: General
Word count: 480
Status: Complete
It had been a while since Sun had brewed some wine, he realised when he was staggering off to bed after a busy day. It had also been a while since he'd had more than three glasses in one sitting. Time to rectify that.
But... he'd need to get the ingredients first.
He'd do that in the morning, after he'd had a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
* * *
Right. Sun was finally down near the kitchens after being made to praise the God of Light on three separate occasions (the source of food, someone wanting to follow their dreams, and the state of someone's little toe) so now he just had to hope that there was no-one there.
Unfortunately, there were numerous people scuttling about, carrying plates, bushels filled with fruit, if the orange that dropped form one was any indication, and firewood.
Hmm. How was he going to do this? He couldn't exactly put on a cloak and wander in.
Sun hunkered down beside an empty box. He'd just have to wait.
* * *
Dammit, they were taking so long! The number of people going through the doorway had decreased, but it was still a little busier than Sun would have liked. It didn't help that he could smell food wafting out, growing stronger the longer he was there.
His legs felt like they were stuck in position though, and he wasn't sure what would happen if he actually tried to move.
Of course, that would be when everything quietened down.
Grumbling, Sun shook his legs and, using the wall for support, went into the kitchen. The smell of cooking meat and the heat of the fire hit him almost like a physical force, making his mouth water. He was hungry.
Get the apples first. Though, the smell of the chicken was pretty tempting...
* * *
After sampling every single bit of food available, Sun started back on trying to find the apples that hadn't already been cooked.
It wasn't hard to do once he began doing it seriously. They were right there on a counter, secure in a basket, a yellow bow with frills tied around it. The bow made Sun feel a little uneasy and then he snapped his head up to the sound of pots clanking together.
It was one of the kitchen maids, her hair tied back originally but now some strands had worked their way free and she blew at them, wrinkling her nose as they brushed her cheek straight away. As soon as she saw him, her face lit up and she grinned at the basket in his hands. She jerked her head towards the doorway and after setting the pots down, she left again.
So it was for him then. He did all that waiting for nothing? Sticking the basket under one arm, Sun consoled himself with the fact that he got lunch before everyone else.
Summary: Sun needs to get into the kitchens.
Rating: K+
Notes: Mild swearing.
Written for the 'Steal' prompt for 100rare.
Genre: General
Word count: 480
Status: Complete
It had been a while since Sun had brewed some wine, he realised when he was staggering off to bed after a busy day. It had also been a while since he'd had more than three glasses in one sitting. Time to rectify that.
But... he'd need to get the ingredients first.
He'd do that in the morning, after he'd had a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
* * *
Right. Sun was finally down near the kitchens after being made to praise the God of Light on three separate occasions (the source of food, someone wanting to follow their dreams, and the state of someone's little toe) so now he just had to hope that there was no-one there.
Unfortunately, there were numerous people scuttling about, carrying plates, bushels filled with fruit, if the orange that dropped form one was any indication, and firewood.
Hmm. How was he going to do this? He couldn't exactly put on a cloak and wander in.
Sun hunkered down beside an empty box. He'd just have to wait.
* * *
Dammit, they were taking so long! The number of people going through the doorway had decreased, but it was still a little busier than Sun would have liked. It didn't help that he could smell food wafting out, growing stronger the longer he was there.
His legs felt like they were stuck in position though, and he wasn't sure what would happen if he actually tried to move.
Of course, that would be when everything quietened down.
Grumbling, Sun shook his legs and, using the wall for support, went into the kitchen. The smell of cooking meat and the heat of the fire hit him almost like a physical force, making his mouth water. He was hungry.
Get the apples first. Though, the smell of the chicken was pretty tempting...
* * *
After sampling every single bit of food available, Sun started back on trying to find the apples that hadn't already been cooked.
It wasn't hard to do once he began doing it seriously. They were right there on a counter, secure in a basket, a yellow bow with frills tied around it. The bow made Sun feel a little uneasy and then he snapped his head up to the sound of pots clanking together.
It was one of the kitchen maids, her hair tied back originally but now some strands had worked their way free and she blew at them, wrinkling her nose as they brushed her cheek straight away. As soon as she saw him, her face lit up and she grinned at the basket in his hands. She jerked her head towards the doorway and after setting the pots down, she left again.
So it was for him then. He did all that waiting for nothing? Sticking the basket under one arm, Sun consoled himself with the fact that he got lunch before everyone else.