Naomh Pádraig | Saint Patrick (naomh_padraig) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-12-18 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | -abroad, saint padraig, ukterpe |
WHO: Padraig and UK!Terpe
WHAT: Soooo...this is my back.
WHEN: His house
WHERE: ...oh. His house. Forward dated to December 22nd
WARNINGS: Talk of self-flagellation.
There was a roaring fire in his fireplace which always made Padraig feel a little better. Centuries ago, when he had been a slave, he had suffered through sleeping in cold fields to watch over his master's flocks. The opportunity to sleep next to a fire had been precious and rare. Now it was one of those small reminders that things were different now.
The inside of his home was toasty and warm, and he thought nothing of pulling his shirt off and discarding it on the sofa beside him before pulling his laptop into his lap. He was so behind on the affairs of state, and he had been attending to affairs of the heart. He had over 2,000 emails. With a groan, he opened Outlook and started to read.
He had only gotten through twenty of the emails before he decided he needed coffee. He rose from the sofa to head into the kitchen, unaware someone had just come through his front door.