Surprise part 8, Adnan
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charisstomaTitle: Surprise part 8, Adnan
Author: charisstoma
Summary: Surprise we’re up to #8 and ‘finally’ I am trying to mend fences between Steve and his Adnan. This is Adnan’s opening move.
Word count: 469
In a normal fiction it would be amusing watching the events as they unfolded. The scene was djinn scrambling for cover. The Master Librarian was trying to find his assistant, Faisal.
Containers were trembling and had been moved to under and into improbable places. There were twenty plus containers that had found their way to atop the upper most shelf in the deep catacombs. The younger djinn whose containers were small had opted for such places like floating around undercover in the back of the toilet tanks or buried in the sugar or flour canisters. Imaginative places. The Master Librarian would have laughed if he was in the mood for such. He loved the djinn under his care and authority, and they had the added attribute of being amusing. Right now though, he wanted Faisal and was not finding him. When he’d pulled Samir out of the snail shell he’d winkled himself into while maintaining his post guarding the gate’s records, he’d found his answer. Faisal had been ailing for quite a while now and had mentioned he was going home to try to recover. Returning to his office Adnan found the message, months late but complete and flagged urgent, immediate action required. There were all the attachments he himself had found with a few extra he hadn’t. He absently noted down that there was a need to correct the search process that had allowed those few items to not come up on his own searching. Amongst the attachments was the message from Faisal of offer to resign his position or return now to aid in whatever action the Master wanted or required in spite of his illness.
Adnan pondered his next action. The tears seeping from his eyes and nose were normal considering, as was the resultant scratchy throat and .. Cough.
“Shit“.
He’d let his defenses down. Faisal or some other djinn had gifted him with the flu. There was no way he could approach his lover in either of their conditions. A simple comment made in his little lover’s diary would have to suffice for his first step towards reconciliation with cross posting from a personal message. One of them should reach his Steve.. He hoped.
My Love,
I would come to you now but have caught what is ailing many of my staff and I would not endanger you or our djinnling. Forgive me for not keeping better track of the happenings in your current life story. I take full responsibility for my absence in what is important in your life and I hope in mine if you’ll let me. I am so humbly sorry for not being there for you before this time. Please respond back to this message. Please, my Little Love. I want to be with you.
Yours most undeserving servant,
Adnan
Author: charisstoma
Summary: Surprise we’re up to #8 and ‘finally’ I am trying to mend fences between Steve and his Adnan. This is Adnan’s opening move.
Word count: 469
In a normal fiction it would be amusing watching the events as they unfolded. The scene was djinn scrambling for cover. The Master Librarian was trying to find his assistant, Faisal.
Containers were trembling and had been moved to under and into improbable places. There were twenty plus containers that had found their way to atop the upper most shelf in the deep catacombs. The younger djinn whose containers were small had opted for such places like floating around undercover in the back of the toilet tanks or buried in the sugar or flour canisters. Imaginative places. The Master Librarian would have laughed if he was in the mood for such. He loved the djinn under his care and authority, and they had the added attribute of being amusing. Right now though, he wanted Faisal and was not finding him. When he’d pulled Samir out of the snail shell he’d winkled himself into while maintaining his post guarding the gate’s records, he’d found his answer. Faisal had been ailing for quite a while now and had mentioned he was going home to try to recover. Returning to his office Adnan found the message, months late but complete and flagged urgent, immediate action required. There were all the attachments he himself had found with a few extra he hadn’t. He absently noted down that there was a need to correct the search process that had allowed those few items to not come up on his own searching. Amongst the attachments was the message from Faisal of offer to resign his position or return now to aid in whatever action the Master wanted or required in spite of his illness.
Adnan pondered his next action. The tears seeping from his eyes and nose were normal considering, as was the resultant scratchy throat and .. Cough.
“Shit“.
He’d let his defenses down. Faisal or some other djinn had gifted him with the flu. There was no way he could approach his lover in either of their conditions. A simple comment made in his little lover’s diary would have to suffice for his first step towards reconciliation with cross posting from a personal message. One of them should reach his Steve.. He hoped.
My Love,
I would come to you now but have caught what is ailing many of my staff and I would not endanger you or our djinnling. Forgive me for not keeping better track of the happenings in your current life story. I take full responsibility for my absence in what is important in your life and I hope in mine if you’ll let me. I am so humbly sorry for not being there for you before this time. Please respond back to this message. Please, my Little Love. I want to be with you.
Yours most undeserving servant,
Adnan
