"Athy." Lucas gently prompted the girl. "You need to get up."
"No. My stomach hurts and everything is pain and I will lay here and suffer." Athanasia was unusually venomous today, and Lucas quietly sighed.
"Just because your sick doesn't mean you don't get to eat."
"My stomach hurts."
"Athy, please."
"But my stomach.."
Lucas pat the princess on the head, quietly sighing. "I can make soup."
"Mmm.."
...
"Oh- hi, Athy. Haha."
"Lucas why is the stove on fire-"
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A/N :
Sick prompt because I feel like I've been shoved through a cheese grater but I will be damned if I don't post.
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Prompts | Lucathy
FanfictionI'm doing otp prompts because I'm bored and dont wanna progress actual storyline.
