Misono is trying to remember (son_of_eden) wrote in neverwoodthread, @ 2022-09-27 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, misono alicein |
Who: Misono Alicein
What: Remembering reports & being ill
When: The evening of September 27th
Where: Misono's room
Status: Narrative, Finished
Warnings: Doctor talk, bit of angst, Snowlily is hinted at, fatigue fatigue fatigue, this has a lot of just speculation & research please take his diagnosis HC with a grain of salt, Misono has a cane and you can't convince me otherwise, there's hints of negative self talk in this too, Oh Boy headcanons!, flashbacks, Snowlily actually ended up making an appearance,
Misono sat by his open window, working on finalizing the spending reports for the most recent order. He held his head for a moment, this task was exhausting, especially with the recent events... A burned rug, a stolen camera, missing bottles of wine... It was adding up. Not that the Master ever seemed to respond to his previous reports about it. Was he doing enough? Did the Master even read his reports? Despite the fact that Zidane always returned reports to him, Misono couldn't stop that nervousness. He needed to do his best, he'd been given such an important task. He was too weak to do anything else. He was always so tired. When did he end up like this? Misono slumped over his paperwork, resting his head on his arms for a moment. His eyes were drooping closed. I'm going to fall asleep like this... Then I won't get my report done on time. I still need to factor in Rin's last minute orders... Maybe if I just close my eyes for a bit I'll feel better.
His eyes sleepily blinked open, the evening sun outside cast a soft golden glow into his room. On the back of his hand rested something purple, moving ever so slowly. Misono snapped his eyes open and sat up. From his hand a purple butterfly took flight, fluttering back out his window. "Huh?! W-Wait!" His heart ran after it. Misono stood up to look after where it had gone and was met with a large gust of wind. It nearly knocked him back, sending his paperwork soaring off of his desk. "Uwah!" He knocked over his cane trying to grab a paper before it hit the ground. "No!" His paper rested in a scattered heap around his feet. He looked back out the window, seeing only the golden courtyard of the Manor like usual. Why am I even wasting time chasing after butterflies...
Misono leaned on the desk as he bent down to grab his paper work. He put each page up back up on the desk one by one until his hand brushed against a book. Misono paused, there was a piece of paper sticking out of the book and he could see splotches of dark ink where a signature had been. He grabbed the book with one hand while his other reached for his cane. Misono sat back in his chair, pulling out the paper to look at it's contents. Inside was a report, typed up and signed by a doctor.
"πΈπ πππ πππππππ'π ππππ ππππππππ, πΈ πππππππ ππ πππππππππ’ ππ ππππππππ πππ π πππ ππ’πππππ πππππππππππ’ππππππ, ππππππ πππ ππππ π ππ π²ππππππ π΅ππππππ ππ’ππππππ. πππππ πππ πππππππ, πΈ ππππ ππππ ππππ π πππ πππ πππππππ πππ πππ ππππππππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ π ππ’π ππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ π°πππππππ πππ’ ππππππππ πΏπππ-ππ‘ππππππππ πππππππ ππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππππππ’."
Post-extertional malaise...? Misono held his head, it was like someone was poking through his skull. The words on the paper started to move and double up below him, but he pushed on.
"πΈπ'π πππππππππππ ππππ ππ πππππππππ π πππππππ’ ππππ ππ π πππ. πΌπππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππππ π ππππππππ πππππππ’ππ. πΈπ ππππππππ, πΌπππππ ππππππ πππππ πππππππππ ππππππππππ. π°πππππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. πΈπ ππππππππ, ππππππ πππππππ’ πππ πππππ‘πππππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππ."
He swore he could hear the words of the doctor now. No. He could hear the doctor. He remembered it. Misono closed his eyes, trying to picture all of it. It was like a wave of nostalgia was washing over him.