ext_158887 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
seta-suzume.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
31_days2010-04-27 03:08 pm
seta-suzume.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2010-04-27 03:08 pm
[April 27] [Suikoden III] Confidential Scare
Title: Confidential Scare
Day/Theme: April 27, 2010 "I will be your lover and exorcist"
Series: Suikoden III (bridge burning story...)
Character/Pairing: Forte, Stephen, Sev, & Annie
Rating: PG
"It will fit right in with the rest of my report." His sly expression seemed to Annie a silent equivalent of rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles. He nodded again while Sev snickered in pleasant anticipation of the judgment day to come. Although Mayor Burnell allowed the interactions of Vielans and Loveins, he wasn't big enough to stop looking down his nose at them. And even if they didn't fully realize it, the Vielans owed his people now. Who else would've brought Kiheiji or Sasarai or Forte or all that junk Sasarai's contacts supplied out here so expertly and secretly?
Stephen, leaning against the wall and gazing sideways out the window, looked somewhat worse for the wear compared to when Forte had left him. "Pardon me," the doctor prefaced his approach, reaching out to touch Stephen's ashen cheek with the back of his hand. He took his findings in stride, as he had basically every other thing that he had faced since landing on Viela. "I think you should take some of the stuff I mixed up for fevers, have a nice drink of tea, and try some time off your feet, Stephen."
"Wh-what?!" The restrained urge to panic radiated out from his rounded eyes to ever other fiber of his body. Forte almost believed he saw Stephen's long, black hair separate into strands and rise slightly, jutting away from his back.
"Whether it is, or whether it isn't," Forte addressed the unspoken question, "There's no use in getting worked up over it. You can only take this as anyone else would. Take the medicine, get some rest, we'll see how it goes."
"Don't..." Stephen drew close to the doctor, close enough to whisper. "Don't mention this to Sasarai. Not yet. If it's nothing, the false alarm will be a waste of his time."
"Certainly." When Forte whispered, his voice was like the brush of falling feather against one's skin. The deepest depths of confidentiality were a familiar territory to him. "Whatever the case, I leave the matter of your friend entirely in your hands."
"Thank you." Stephen headed carefully toward the stairs, ready to instantly follow the doctor's orders. If nothing else, Forte had to credit him for being an excellent patient. He stumbled slightly on the first step and Forte readied himself to rush and catch him, but Stephen placed his hand on the wall, managing to find his own equilibrium. "Don't hold your breath over me, Doctor," Stephen said over his shoulder. He looked a little sheepish with his head tilted toward the floor. "I'm not so weak as all that just yet."
"Could've fooled me," Forte jibed in reply as a way of showing he wasn't overly worried for Stephen's sake (not yet).
Stephen resumed his trip down the stairs without incident, but Forte continued to watch his descent, just to be sure, before going on to finally make his rounds. All the delays probably didn't make much difference in the long run; it had only been five minutes longer, but he had duties he could not neglect any longer.
Day/Theme: April 27, 2010 "I will be your lover and exorcist"
Series: Suikoden III (bridge burning story...)
Character/Pairing: Forte, Stephen, Sev, & Annie
Rating: PG
"It will fit right in with the rest of my report." His sly expression seemed to Annie a silent equivalent of rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles. He nodded again while Sev snickered in pleasant anticipation of the judgment day to come. Although Mayor Burnell allowed the interactions of Vielans and Loveins, he wasn't big enough to stop looking down his nose at them. And even if they didn't fully realize it, the Vielans owed his people now. Who else would've brought Kiheiji or Sasarai or Forte or all that junk Sasarai's contacts supplied out here so expertly and secretly?
Stephen, leaning against the wall and gazing sideways out the window, looked somewhat worse for the wear compared to when Forte had left him. "Pardon me," the doctor prefaced his approach, reaching out to touch Stephen's ashen cheek with the back of his hand. He took his findings in stride, as he had basically every other thing that he had faced since landing on Viela. "I think you should take some of the stuff I mixed up for fevers, have a nice drink of tea, and try some time off your feet, Stephen."
"Wh-what?!" The restrained urge to panic radiated out from his rounded eyes to ever other fiber of his body. Forte almost believed he saw Stephen's long, black hair separate into strands and rise slightly, jutting away from his back.
"Whether it is, or whether it isn't," Forte addressed the unspoken question, "There's no use in getting worked up over it. You can only take this as anyone else would. Take the medicine, get some rest, we'll see how it goes."
"Don't..." Stephen drew close to the doctor, close enough to whisper. "Don't mention this to Sasarai. Not yet. If it's nothing, the false alarm will be a waste of his time."
"Certainly." When Forte whispered, his voice was like the brush of falling feather against one's skin. The deepest depths of confidentiality were a familiar territory to him. "Whatever the case, I leave the matter of your friend entirely in your hands."
"Thank you." Stephen headed carefully toward the stairs, ready to instantly follow the doctor's orders. If nothing else, Forte had to credit him for being an excellent patient. He stumbled slightly on the first step and Forte readied himself to rush and catch him, but Stephen placed his hand on the wall, managing to find his own equilibrium. "Don't hold your breath over me, Doctor," Stephen said over his shoulder. He looked a little sheepish with his head tilted toward the floor. "I'm not so weak as all that just yet."
"Could've fooled me," Forte jibed in reply as a way of showing he wasn't overly worried for Stephen's sake (not yet).
Stephen resumed his trip down the stairs without incident, but Forte continued to watch his descent, just to be sure, before going on to finally make his rounds. All the delays probably didn't make much difference in the long run; it had only been five minutes longer, but he had duties he could not neglect any longer.