#Vellguine doesn't know

[veliara]

FFXIVWrite Day 8: Pillow Duty

Never in his life could Grinnaux de Dzemael have imagined himself in the situation he found himself tonight. He just wanted to rest, perhaps to read over a glass of wine. Paulecrain had once again escaped to the Brume, Ciel was...in fact, she was the one who had created this frighteningly funny situation. Or rather HE did.

One hour ago

He lifted his head and mussed his wet hair. The astrology book Ciel had left the day before was on the table. He wished he could get up, pour himself some wine, and browse through the book that had captured her full attention.

“Must be something interesting if I have to work my ass off for a piece of her attention,” he thought to himself as he could do nothing, but watch the ceiling and glare at the hearth.

But he couldn't get up. The boy who'd appeared an hour ago was softly snoring, happily nuzzling his face into his neck and resting his left leg on top of him. He nestled himself between the back of the couch and the resting elezen, in a warm, safe cocoon. Almost as if he'd sensed he was being thought of, Ciel also placed a hand across Dzemael's chest. He flatly refused to go to sleep in the bedroom, even though he had been offered. He didn't want to change his clothes or take off his earring either. He mumbled something about being tired and feeling moody and then fell asleep with a dead grip on Grinnaux, as if he were a pillow. Dzemael lay there with Ciel clinging to him like a baby koala he'd read about. He pulled his left hand out from under the slumbering body, sighed, and put it gently down on the sleeping one's back.  Shorty sighed and rubbed his nose against Grinnaux`s neck. 

“Well, at least his nose is now warm.” The warrior thought to himself, recalling the way the shivers ran through his body when a cold nose nuzzled into the warmth of his neck. He sighed again and stroked Ciel's lower back.

A knock sounded at the door. A foreign one.  Paulecrain gave a different kind of knock. Thanking everyone and everything in his mind that Ciel hadn't removed the earring, he covered the sleeping one's ear rather out of sheer instinct. 

"Who's there?” he asked in his usual manner.

“It's Vellguine, may I come in?”

Grinnaux rolled his eyes, picturing what was about to happen.

“Sure.”

When Vellguine approached, Grinnaux grew a little worried about the mustachioed lancer. He stood there with his eyes amusedly wide and shifting his gaze from Grinnaux to Ciel and back again.

“Er…” Zephirin`s second-in-command was lost for words.

“Anything wrong?” Grinno raised an eyebrow with a deadpan expression.

“I'm a bit hesitant to ask…”

“Don't be.”

“What's the kid doing here?”

“Sleeping, as you can see.”

“Next to you?”

Grinnaux rolled his lilac eyes.

"When we came in after the shift, he said he'd been alone all day, bored and lonely” Grinnaux lied without blinking an eye."I couldn't kick him out."

"Why is he sleeping almost on you?" Vellguine was pathetic to look at. He seemed to have the whole world gone to pieces in his head.

Grinnaux looked at the older elezen as if he were a fool.

"He's still sick. He loves to cuddle when he's not feeling well."

Vellguine picked up his jaw and nodded, as if it all made sense to him at once.

"So why are you here?"

“Oh, yes,” Valgin shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Your uncle's servant is there. The Count wants to talk to you."

Dzemael cursed softly, causing Ciel to fidget, trying to hide from the disturbing sound. He was immediately caressed gently on the head.

"Please, I'm not cruel enough to wake him up right now. Can I ask you to tell him to go to hell? "

"The messenger?"

"Well it's better to send my uncle there. He can tell the count I'm busy today. I'll see him tomorrow."

"Sure, you hang in there."

"I'm suffering, but hanging," Dzemael sighed.

When the dumbfounded Vellguine walked out, Grinnaux turned and kissed the blond hair on top of Ciel's head. 

"It's a good thing you can't see this whole charade,” he whispered, caressing the sleeping one's back.

[veliara]

Author's Note: A small snippet from the second part of my story, which I'm writing now and at the same time I've started translating first part into English. God, I need more than 24 hours in a day.

When Ciel heard the bell ringing, she jerked in her seat. "What time is it?" "Ten in the morning." inquisitor replied calmly "The morning mass had just ended." Ciel stared at Charibert in horror. Finishing her cocoa in one gulp, she rushed into the living room. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" "I'm late! Mentor's going to kill me!" She grabbed her jacket and scarf and started frantically getting ready. He just laught. "I doubt it. She's not suicidal to provoke the commander's wrath." "оr mine," he added to himself. The inquisitor smiled fondly, golden eyes twinkled with pleasure. After a moment his smile changed, becoming the same as on the first day of their acquaintance. Full of dark promise. "She still remembers the conversation we had last time." "Which I am immensely grateful to you for! But I don't want to cause any more troubles for you or Zephirin." Ciel said as she tied the laces on her boots. "He doesn't mind, and neither do I. You forgot your earring by the way." Ciel froze. "Damn it." "Language, young lady. "The mage said thoughtfully tracing the rim of the cup with a long finger. She walked over and picked up her earring from the table. "I'm sorry." "You're not sorry at all, are you?"He raised his neat eyebrow. "Nope. You know that and you still love me." "Get out of here, you silly child." Elezen rolled his eyes. "Sure" she laughed before putting magick earring on. " See you tonight!" the boy said goodbye. "I'll be busy tonight, interesting case caught my eye. So I have a lot of work ahead of me." He stretched lazily. "Are you going to come in at night again and fall asleep in the living room?" the boy stood with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly showing his displeasure. "We'll see how night will go" he winked meaningfully. "And what do you have planned for tonight my dear?" "If I survive the lecture from my mentor, training with Vellguine and Guerrique, I wanted to spend the evening with Grinnaux." "Hmmm," mage nodded sinking back into his thoughts. "Alright, I'm heading out. Bye!" "Bye dear heart." Chugging the remains of tea in his cup, the inquisitor pondered whether or not to arrange the sudden demise of the current Count of House Dzemael. Carefully of course. Grinnaux would then be released from his vows…. 'As if that is stopping him now' mage snorted to himself, remembering the faint markings on Ciel's delicate neck. And if this noble fool would not immediately drop to his knee in front of their sweet child, he and Zephirin would have a serious talk with Dzemael.