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Fic: It's Spelled Piety, not Petty
Title: It's Spelled Piety, Not Petty
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: General
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 305 words
Summary: Being an immortal rain spirit doesn't mean Junmyeon is above getting a little payback.
Original Post: Here.
Prompt: Here.
Author's Note: Written for a Pursuit for SWAU. It was also the last thing I posted because my vacation in Arizona got too busy for me to even deal with Day 2 of the event. Suho failed to rank very high, which was a tragedy considering how much of a Star Wars stan he is, but I did my best and wrote some Star Wars!AU stuff I was pretty proud of. Not this though lol. This was written as I was about to eat dinner so it wasn't given my full attention lol. But Suho's grudge-holding and Sehun's brattiness are things I really do adore, haha. I'm always a bit uneasy about writing about spirits though because I get so caught up in the logistics like age and the region jurisdiction, but I made an exception here.
Fandom: Exo
Focus: Suho-centric
Genre: General
Rating: G
Length: Drabble, 305 words
Summary: Being an immortal rain spirit doesn't mean Junmyeon is above getting a little payback.
Junmyeon would say he takes little pleasure in his job, of being the assigned rain spirit of a small rural region, but that would be a blatant lie. There are more plants out there that need his attention compared to the big, concrete cities, and the residents are a lot more respectful of his position. The elder ones anyway, who had grown up grateful for every drop of rain and each sprout resulting from his favor. As for the youngsters...
He watches from a distance as Oh Sehun slips, falling even further behind the other, older children. The kid is small now, but from the shape of his face and the lines in his palm and the alignment of the celestial bodies at the time of his birth, Junmyeon knows he's fated to shoot up like one of the trees Junmyeon's kept an eye on since it was a mere sapling, his body reaching for the sky even if he doesn't quite seem to have the disposition to do the same in his endeavors. Hopefully one day he changes, blossoms, flourishes into someone who makes Junmyeon proud of the fact that his roots started in this little town, nourished by Junmyeon's rainwater.
Right now though, he's the brat who picked his nose at Junmyeon's shrine though, wiping it on one of the pillars the groundskeeper tried so meticulously to keep clean. Spirits, even ones as old and wise and benevolent as Junmyeon, could not stand for such disrespect.
"Sorry, kid," Junmyeon says with not nearly enough sincerity as he wiggles his fingers in Oh Sehun's direction. The rainclouds that were supposed to water the crops later get shoved over and squeezed ahead of schedule, showering down on the boy's small body instead, and Junmyeon can't help but chuckle a little when Sehun starts to whine.
He watches from a distance as Oh Sehun slips, falling even further behind the other, older children. The kid is small now, but from the shape of his face and the lines in his palm and the alignment of the celestial bodies at the time of his birth, Junmyeon knows he's fated to shoot up like one of the trees Junmyeon's kept an eye on since it was a mere sapling, his body reaching for the sky even if he doesn't quite seem to have the disposition to do the same in his endeavors. Hopefully one day he changes, blossoms, flourishes into someone who makes Junmyeon proud of the fact that his roots started in this little town, nourished by Junmyeon's rainwater.
Right now though, he's the brat who picked his nose at Junmyeon's shrine though, wiping it on one of the pillars the groundskeeper tried so meticulously to keep clean. Spirits, even ones as old and wise and benevolent as Junmyeon, could not stand for such disrespect.
"Sorry, kid," Junmyeon says with not nearly enough sincerity as he wiggles his fingers in Oh Sehun's direction. The rainclouds that were supposed to water the crops later get shoved over and squeezed ahead of schedule, showering down on the boy's small body instead, and Junmyeon can't help but chuckle a little when Sehun starts to whine.
Original Post: Here.
Prompt: Here.
Author's Note: Written for a Pursuit for SWAU. It was also the last thing I posted because my vacation in Arizona got too busy for me to even deal with Day 2 of the event. Suho failed to rank very high, which was a tragedy considering how much of a Star Wars stan he is, but I did my best and wrote some Star Wars!AU stuff I was pretty proud of. Not this though lol. This was written as I was about to eat dinner so it wasn't given my full attention lol. But Suho's grudge-holding and Sehun's brattiness are things I really do adore, haha. I'm always a bit uneasy about writing about spirits though because I get so caught up in the logistics like age and the region jurisdiction, but I made an exception here.