Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2016-03-24 14:45:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | saint george, saint patrick, wrath |
WHO: George, Patrick and Wrath
WHAT: Wrath's pain
WHEN: Monday
WHERE: Wrath and Sloth's place
WARNINGS: Sadness, language, TBC
Patrick felt guilty leaving work again, just one hour after returning from a three week break. It was hardly his fault he had been trying to support his Clio through the return of her deceased daughter while being chased around occasionally by his slave master who liked to whip him senseless. And then it had been his feast day, which he was always a write off for. He had spent the day getting over excited and accidentally ripping stitches from his healing wounds. And now Wrath wasn't answering her phone.
To hell with work ethic.
Patrick wasn't about to go pounding on Wrath's door by himself, especially since he was still pretty badly injured. He knew George would worry the second he contacted his brother, and checking on Wrath himself might have allowed him to resolve everything without causing George any consternation at all, but if Wrath was caught off-guard and, say, ripped Patrick's arm off and George had to deal with that, perhaps a little worry was better.
He paced the street outside Wrath's apartment, hoping that when George showed up the other man didn't hug him too tightly. He was sick of having stitches replaced. God he hoped Wrath wasn't dead upstairs. After the weeks of pain they'd all been through, that was the last thing they needed.