Death Before Defeat

Apology Oneshot

Aahh I'm so sorry for disappearing for (checks notes) 8 MONTHS??!!!

NO WAY IT'S BEEN THAT LONG WTF

Anyways, I've been super busy and had some kind of writer's block, so writing hasn't been on my mind at all unfortunately.
But I suddenly got inspiration today and grabbed it with both hands!
It's not a continuation of the story, but I think you guys will like it (hopefully)!

It's set before Death Before Defeat and doesn't have our resident ghost and his friends as the main characters ;)

I'm currently in Australia! I've been planning this trip for the past 2 years and am so excited I'm finally here! I've been working at a stud farm for racehorses for the past four weeks and will continue to work for at least 2 more months. After that I'll be traveling the east coast I think!

Anyways, enough about me and on to this one shot! I hope you guys will like it and take it as an apology for my absence XD
I can't promise to update more frequently, but I'm determined to finish this story!

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"You need a vacation. Desperately."

Veri slammed down his pen, giving up on trying to concentrate with Fàsri repeating that exact sentence every five minutes. He rubbed his face tiredly and fixed the other God with a stare. "Would you just go and pester someone else? I've got a lot of work and could do with some peace and quiet," he snarled. "So kindly fuck off, don't you have better things to do?"

Fàsri cocked his head and ignored his words completely. "When was the last time you took a break?"

Veri groaned, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, a couple of years ago? Maybe a decade?"

Fàsri hummed and turned his head away, seemingly in thought. Veri rolled his eyes and picked his pen back up, hoping the silence would last a little longer this time. Or better yet, that Fàsri would finally go away and abandon his noble quest of getting him to take a break. The man had developed the annoying habit of inviting himself into his office every once in a while and then refusing to leave.

After finishing three documents, he felt rather than saw an idea forming in Fàsri's mind. He straightened and narrowed his eyes at the other deity. "Whatever it is, absolutely not."

Fàsri raised an eyebrow. "I didn't even say anything."

Veri pointed his pen at him. "I know you, and that's enough to know this can't be good."

"All my ideas are great," Fàsri pouted. "And you don't have a choice. I already asked Nebe to join us, I'm sure he'll agree with me."

Smug asshole. "Nae toa'r just leave me alone, will you?" He stood up, rounding the table to stand in front of Fàsri. "I can't just take a break and leave all those people to be miserable in Tvok'ar! The more breaks I take the longer they are stuck there, I'm not letting that happen. It would be selfish of me to-"

"Taking care of yourself isn't selfish, Veri," Fàsri interrupted, growing serious. "You're working yourself towards a burnout, and if that were to happen, you would be out of the running for a lot longer than if you take a few well-deserved breaks now."

Veri opened his mouth to protest, but another voice beat him to it. "He's right, you know. Even we need to stop and relax sometimes," Nebe appeared, seemingly out of thin air. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Fàsri's plan is, for once, a decent one and you are going."