Post by Kypriotha on Dec 27, 2013 9:01:08 GMT 10
Title: Working Day
Rating: PG
For: Wordy
Prompt: 2. Dema! Maybe he's being awesome and crime-solvy in his natural habitat or perhaps he's skipping the holiday season in favour of work, which others find a bit concerning...
Summary: For Dema, the day of celebration is just another working day.
Notes: Belated Merry Christmas!
***
Dema shut the window to his office and sat back down at his desk. It pained him a little to do it, because he was very pleased with his new office and his window and view, but he wanted to block out the sounds of celebration from the streets outside. He had one last report he wanted to finish before he went home for the day and the noise was too distracting.
His commanding officer had been a bit confused when he found out Dema planned to work during the celebratory season. He’d tried to discourage Dema from coming in at all, but Dema had, as usual, ignored him and come in anyway. Crime didn’t stop just because the rest of the city was celebrating. In fact, some crime was on the rise, as pickpockets and other opportunists made the most of the increased numbers of people and the relaxed attention as everyone let loose for the season.
Dema shook his head as he searched his desk for the next bit of paper he needed to keep working. He understood why people wanted to let go at this time of year – and in some ways even more so in this particularly year, to erase the lingering horror of the earlier murders – but he didn’t think it was necessary for them to completely lose their common sense.
He was scratching out the first few sentences of the report and writing them again when he heard banging coming from the back door. Dema frowned. No one else usually came into the office on this day, the high day of celebration, the middle and biggest day of the season, and any member of the public seeking assistance would come to the front door. He had just decided to ignore it when it got louder and more persistent. Sighing and setting aside his papers, Dema went out his office and down the corridor to the door. He hesitated before opening it and called out instead.
“Who’s there?”
“Dema, it’s me,” a familiar voice replied. “Open the door. You’re not skulking in here all day.”
Dema opened the door to reveal Keth standing on the threshold. He might have known he wouldn’t have left him in peace on this day of all days.
“I’m not skulking, I’m working,” he pointed out.
“Same thing,” Keth retorted. “Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow at least. Tonight, you’re going to come out with me and eat some good food and watch the performers and just enjoy the night. Come on.”
Keth beckoned imperiously with a hand in a gesture that reminded Dema strongly of a certain red haired mage. He hid a smile as he fetched his cloak and hat. He didn’t usually like leaving a report unfinished, but it wouldn’t hurt him to do it this once. Besides, there were worse ways he could spend the rest of the evening than in the company of a friend.
Rating: PG
For: Wordy
Prompt: 2. Dema! Maybe he's being awesome and crime-solvy in his natural habitat or perhaps he's skipping the holiday season in favour of work, which others find a bit concerning...
Summary: For Dema, the day of celebration is just another working day.
Notes: Belated Merry Christmas!
***
Dema shut the window to his office and sat back down at his desk. It pained him a little to do it, because he was very pleased with his new office and his window and view, but he wanted to block out the sounds of celebration from the streets outside. He had one last report he wanted to finish before he went home for the day and the noise was too distracting.
His commanding officer had been a bit confused when he found out Dema planned to work during the celebratory season. He’d tried to discourage Dema from coming in at all, but Dema had, as usual, ignored him and come in anyway. Crime didn’t stop just because the rest of the city was celebrating. In fact, some crime was on the rise, as pickpockets and other opportunists made the most of the increased numbers of people and the relaxed attention as everyone let loose for the season.
Dema shook his head as he searched his desk for the next bit of paper he needed to keep working. He understood why people wanted to let go at this time of year – and in some ways even more so in this particularly year, to erase the lingering horror of the earlier murders – but he didn’t think it was necessary for them to completely lose their common sense.
He was scratching out the first few sentences of the report and writing them again when he heard banging coming from the back door. Dema frowned. No one else usually came into the office on this day, the high day of celebration, the middle and biggest day of the season, and any member of the public seeking assistance would come to the front door. He had just decided to ignore it when it got louder and more persistent. Sighing and setting aside his papers, Dema went out his office and down the corridor to the door. He hesitated before opening it and called out instead.
“Who’s there?”
“Dema, it’s me,” a familiar voice replied. “Open the door. You’re not skulking in here all day.”
Dema opened the door to reveal Keth standing on the threshold. He might have known he wouldn’t have left him in peace on this day of all days.
“I’m not skulking, I’m working,” he pointed out.
“Same thing,” Keth retorted. “Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow at least. Tonight, you’re going to come out with me and eat some good food and watch the performers and just enjoy the night. Come on.”
Keth beckoned imperiously with a hand in a gesture that reminded Dema strongly of a certain red haired mage. He hid a smile as he fetched his cloak and hat. He didn’t usually like leaving a report unfinished, but it wouldn’t hurt him to do it this once. Besides, there were worse ways he could spend the rest of the evening than in the company of a friend.