A Small Complaint
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Sun complains; the result isn't what he expected, and definitely isn't what he wanted!
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Contains light Sun/Judgement.
Uses some manhua information.
Genre: General/Humour
Word count: 591
Status: Complete
"Sun?"
Sun hunched over his desk, waiting for Judgement to come into his room; which he did, after he found the door wasn't locked (not much point to really - Judgement was the only person who'd try to come into his room by himself rather than wait for Sun to open it for them. That, and he couldn't really hide anyway.).
"Sun, Adair's be - are those…" Judgement trailed off, his footsteps faltering. A few seconds later, the door was shut quietly.
"Yeah."
"But, how…?"
Sun sighed harshly, his wings flapping in time with his agitation. "I complained -just a little!- about how annoying my attire was and - and apparently the God of Light actually heard me and decided to-!" He gestured sharply to his wings. He had been annoyed at the weight the wings on his armour (not to mention how it was awkward to put on and take off) caused but this… They weren't wings outstretched at his shoulders like before, but they came out at the same place, rising up above his head and then folding back down, reaching the back of his knees. And they were damn heavy. He could also control them like he'd been born with him and he could feel -
And he could feel Judgement's fingers running down his feathers.
Sun's wings shivered at the touch.
Judgement's eyes flicked up to Sun's, his hand pausing. "It hurts?"
Sun shook his head. "I…" He struggled for words, trying to explain the unused to sensation. "I haven't really tried touching them yet." All he'd really done was one quick jab to see if, yes, they actually were there and he could feel it.
"Hm." Judgement's eyes once again focused on his wings and then stroked a feather, causing Sun to hum as something about that area that Sun wasn't even aware of suddenly felt a bit better.
"What did you do?" Sun asked curiously as he brought his wing around to inspect it.
"Straightened out a crooked feather."
Oh. Sun peered at his wing, poking at it. Quite a lot of his feathers were askew, sticking out at haphazard angles.
"You woke up with wings, didn't you?" Judgement mused, still eyeing the nuisances.
"Yeah." He caught Judgement's fond exasperated look in his direction, and then Sun started to worry.
"You do realise that if this can't be reversed, people will expect your wings to be perfect?"
Sun froze, his eyes wide as his mouth dropped. "I'm going to have to-" He stared at the mass of feathers, horror swelling in him. "Every morning?" His hair took long enough as it was (and he had to keep a brush on him when he was going about, when it eventually became tangled) and now he might have to sort out every feather as well?
Judgement sighed, leaning back on the desk and crossing his arms. "I'll come at first light to help you."
"What?" Sun tilted his head at him in confusion. "I can do it-"
"The back of your wings," Judgement pointed out patiently.
Sun made a frustrated sound as the realisation set in. "Oh, dammit." There was no way he'd be able to deal with those without help.
Scowling, Sun flexed his wings once and then let them settle in place. "We need to find out how long straightening out my wings'll take."
His lips quirking a smile, Judgement nodded as he stepped towards him.
"If I have to maintain these," Sun grumbled, bringing in his other wing so he could start on the inside, "I'd better be able to fly!"
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For the prompt, 'Legend of Sun Knight, Sun/Judgment: Wings - "Are those what I think they are?"' for springkink.
Summary: Sun complains; the result isn't what he expected, and definitely isn't what he wanted!
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Contains light Sun/Judgement.
Uses some manhua information.
Genre: General/Humour
Word count: 591
Status: Complete
"Sun?"
Sun hunched over his desk, waiting for Judgement to come into his room; which he did, after he found the door wasn't locked (not much point to really - Judgement was the only person who'd try to come into his room by himself rather than wait for Sun to open it for them. That, and he couldn't really hide anyway.).
"Sun, Adair's be - are those…" Judgement trailed off, his footsteps faltering. A few seconds later, the door was shut quietly.
"Yeah."
"But, how…?"
Sun sighed harshly, his wings flapping in time with his agitation. "I complained -just a little!- about how annoying my attire was and - and apparently the God of Light actually heard me and decided to-!" He gestured sharply to his wings. He had been annoyed at the weight the wings on his armour (not to mention how it was awkward to put on and take off) caused but this… They weren't wings outstretched at his shoulders like before, but they came out at the same place, rising up above his head and then folding back down, reaching the back of his knees. And they were damn heavy. He could also control them like he'd been born with him and he could feel -
And he could feel Judgement's fingers running down his feathers.
Sun's wings shivered at the touch.
Judgement's eyes flicked up to Sun's, his hand pausing. "It hurts?"
Sun shook his head. "I…" He struggled for words, trying to explain the unused to sensation. "I haven't really tried touching them yet." All he'd really done was one quick jab to see if, yes, they actually were there and he could feel it.
"Hm." Judgement's eyes once again focused on his wings and then stroked a feather, causing Sun to hum as something about that area that Sun wasn't even aware of suddenly felt a bit better.
"What did you do?" Sun asked curiously as he brought his wing around to inspect it.
"Straightened out a crooked feather."
Oh. Sun peered at his wing, poking at it. Quite a lot of his feathers were askew, sticking out at haphazard angles.
"You woke up with wings, didn't you?" Judgement mused, still eyeing the nuisances.
"Yeah." He caught Judgement's fond exasperated look in his direction, and then Sun started to worry.
"You do realise that if this can't be reversed, people will expect your wings to be perfect?"
Sun froze, his eyes wide as his mouth dropped. "I'm going to have to-" He stared at the mass of feathers, horror swelling in him. "Every morning?" His hair took long enough as it was (and he had to keep a brush on him when he was going about, when it eventually became tangled) and now he might have to sort out every feather as well?
Judgement sighed, leaning back on the desk and crossing his arms. "I'll come at first light to help you."
"What?" Sun tilted his head at him in confusion. "I can do it-"
"The back of your wings," Judgement pointed out patiently.
Sun made a frustrated sound as the realisation set in. "Oh, dammit." There was no way he'd be able to deal with those without help.
Scowling, Sun flexed his wings once and then let them settle in place. "We need to find out how long straightening out my wings'll take."
His lips quirking a smile, Judgement nodded as he stepped towards him.
"If I have to maintain these," Sun grumbled, bringing in his other wing so he could start on the inside, "I'd better be able to fly!"
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For the prompt, 'Legend of Sun Knight, Sun/Judgment: Wings - "Are those what I think they are?"' for springkink.