The Measure of Work (M)

[Skylacticon]

Ok, so my writing always seems to tip in this direction - but spring is here, and so are exams. Thought I’d pop back on to post this wee scenario that came to me, short but sweet. No plot or anything, heh.

enjoy~

 

3AM, in a city apartment.

 

It’s hard to measure the value of work of one person. It’s hard to see below the surface when you’re too caught up in the middle of the masterpiece, the jealousy. It’s often too difficult a feat - admitting that jealousy - but on the other hand, perhaps the real difficulty is coming face to face with your standards. And not at all meaning that they’re not good, but in certain, very particular situations, sometimes rather the contrary. A definite possibility, rare as it seems... That well. Maybe perhaps, they’re better.

 

“Huhh.... h’ihh... *snndrff*” His nose makes squishy snurfly sound as he rubs at it. “EhhN’NMGxXCk!!-guhh...” Ow. 

 

He winces, glancing around for a box of tissues or a piece of cloth. He sniffles miserably, unable to do much but come hand-to-hand with his itchy nose. He keeps wriggling it, up and down, nostrils flaring. 

 

“*snnff!* huh’yYNgxXGkpt!!- uhhhh...” he gives a lengthy exhale, blinking glassy eyes. “Hehh,” his breath threatens with hitches. His expression crumbles, nostrils practically trembling, as he scrambles to stifle the next inevitable sneeze. “Hh- *sdgkt ehhhhh..... hah....HAHh’ESSSCHHhh!! *ssnnnrff* ughh, Lord...” he mutters congestedly.

 

“Bless you.” You say, giving him a start. He chuckles, his wheezy exhales capturing the sound of defeat. He gratefully accepts the box of tissues from your hand and yanks a few to blow his nose. Slowly, you settle beside him as your eyes adjust to the brightness of his laptop. 

 

“Stevenson’s?” You ask softly.

 

“Mhm.” He grunts, wiping his nose and lowering the tissues. 

 

“Thought you were finished already.”

 

“Well, I ab. Tehh...tegdically. *snff!* I had an idea presented by a classbate id environmental science, so I thought I’d... *sddf*” You can practically hear him dripping, his voice gravelly and thick. “Thought... iehh... sorry love- hH’JDSCHHh!! AESCHHh!!- Huh’-! *sdf* Huh... AESCHHIOO!! *sdf* ‘scuse be...” he mumbles gingerly into a wad of tissues. “HRRSCHHMMF!!” His body shudders with another itchy explosion.

 

“You should take a break, man.” You urge gently, huddling against his shoulder.

 

He sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes in circles. “Yes, yes, bobedtarily... *sdgk!*” his hands drop, revealing bloodshot eyes that shine with moisture. “I just wish I could read what’s od by screed, but my eyes, are... God...” he sniffles wetly and swipes at allergic tears.

 

You swiftly give him a kiss on the cheek, catching him off guard. You take this opportunity to say: “Come sleep.”

 

A smile breaks across his tired, allergy-ridden face. “Alright. *sddrff* You got me.” He says, kissing you back on the forehead. He quickly turns away, taken by a fit of coughing.

 

“Want me to make tea?” You offer.

 

“That would be lovely.” He takes your hand, flashing a smile sweet as honey.

[WolfPack]

This is lovely! 
Thanks for sharing!

 

[Coffee Mug]

I LOVED this! Loved the mini allergy scenario, the way sneezes interrupted his speaking, the interaction, the itchy nose, those wet releases in the tissues... Perfection!😍

Thanks for sharing! Going back to re read it once again 😅

[Dusty15]

Oh that was so lovely and vivid! ❤️ 

[Reader]

A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Excellent excerpt!! 

[Juniebee]

Bless Him! Poor guy's allergies are so bad, they're keeping him from working...he needs some benedryl and a nap...❤️ this is lovely? nnnn Im melting ❤️