#mouth pieces one where shes holding a letter the other a basketful of muffins

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 26: Buongiorno Principessa

I wake up to Lumière scratching the window. I glance at Leonardo. He is still asleep. I carefully untangle my body from his and tip toe across the room to let the cat in. He meows at me and bumps his head against my arm from the table, asking for attention, so I pick him up and carry him to the bed.

The second I let go of him, he starts purring and curls up next to Leonardo’s face. I watch, amused, as Lumière begins to lick the man’s hair, which gets caught in his rough tongue, causing him to jolt back and try to push it away with his paws.

My laughter wakes up Leonardo, whose eyes flutter open, and he sleepily pulls me onto the bed and holds me tight against him. Displeased, the cat jumps down and lays on the pile of my clothes on the floor, earning another chuckle from me.

“Buongiorno, cara mia,” Leonardo purrs, kissing my neck. I turn my head for my lips to meet his.

“Good morning,” I smile. “I wish I could stay, but I’m late for work.”

“Nooo,” he frowns. “But you feel so good, principessa. Please don’t go.”

I softly pry his arms from my body and pull away before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Sebastian won’t be happy. Besides, I’ll see you later. You never seem to have any trouble finding me.” I turn to my clothes on the floor, which Lumière has turned into his new bed. “Sorry, little guy, but I need to take that. Go find another bed.” The cat stares at me for a few seconds, as if assessing if I am being serious, but eventually gives in, leaping away with a annoyed meow. “Thank you.”

While the clothes on the top have dried overnight, the bottom of the pile is still damp. And now they are covered in cat hair, too. I remember it’s laundry day, so I better take these to Sebastian before he starts.

Leonardo gets up and pulls me into a kiss before I reach the door. He’s making it harder for me to leave, but my will pulls through. I step out onto the hallway wearing nothing but his large shirt and my shoes from last night, carrying the rest of my clothes in my arms.

“You’re late,” Sebastian states when I walk into the kitchen, not looking up from the coffee he’s pouring. “I went to wake you up, but you weren’t in your... Oh.”

He raises his eyebrows when he finally sees me. I casually throw the clothes into a basket and take the coffee from his hands, sniffing the steam that rises from the cup. Sweet caffeinated ambrosia.

“Is that... Is that Leonardo’s?” he stammers. My gaze falls to the tiled floor as I blush. “Oh my god! Tell me everything!” He scrambles to pull a small notebook from his back pocket, along with a ballpoint pen, getting ready to write.

“I’m not telling you shit about my sex life, you weirdo!” I scoff, mockingly offended, but then a smile creeps onto my lips. I take a cautious sip of the hot drink and twirl away from him, giggling. “It was great. That’s it, Seb. That’s all you’re getting.”

“How long have you two been a thing?” he asks. I climb onto the counter, innocently dangling my legs in the air.

“About a week. But we didn’t... you know... until last night.”

“I can’t believe I missed that,” Sebastian mutters. To be fair, I don’t know how he didn’t notice earlier, either. He knows everything that goes on here. He scribbles something in his notebook before putting it away and handing me a muffin. “Here, try this.”

I bite into it without question, and let out a little pleasured noise. It’s blueberry, my favorite.

“This is bomb,” I announce with my mouth full, pointing at the muffin. I wash it down with some coffee before I continue. “Sebastian, I fucking love you. This is officially the best thing I have ever eaten.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckles smugly.

I keep eating as he returns to his task. After I finish, I jump down from the counter and set the empty cup by the sink.

“I need a bath. Gotta go,” I say, blowing him a kiss from the door.

Later that day, Dazai comes to find me in the garden. When I see him approach, I stop trimming the hedge and climb off the step ladder, leaving the large shears on top of it.

“Good afternoon, Akari-san!” he greets me cheerfully. As usual, he calls me by a completely random name. I have given up on trying to correct him.

“Dazai,” I smile. “Can I help you with anything?”

“I can’t seem to finish this poem, but that’s not why I came. Perhaps some other time.”

“Oh? Then what is it?”

“Le Comte is waiting for you in his study,” he says. Weird, I can’t think of what he might want to talk about. Maybe he found out about me and Leonardo.

I thank Dazai and head inside. Before I knock on the door, I hear le Comte humming a melody inside. I feel bad for interrupting. His voice is angelical.

“You wanted to see me?” I say when he invites me in, gesturing for me to sit. There is a tray with two empty cups and a tea pot on the small table by the hourglass. I get comfortable on one of the armchairs, crossing my legs.

“Tea?” he offers, and I accept. He pours some in a cup and hands it to me. “I realized we haven’t spent much time together during your stay. I would be a terrible host, were I not to spend some time with my guest, don’t you think, ma chérie?”

“I guess,” I shrug, still unsure of where this is going. He definitely knows. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Well, I am aware of your and Leonardo’s relationship.” There it goes, straight to the point. “I am happy for you two. My dear friend certainly seems brighter.”

Oh, thank God.

“I am glad to hear that, Comte,” I smile. “I must admit I was nervous about you finding out. It’s a bit of a... complicated situation, and I don’t really know how to go about it, to be honest.”

He thoughtfully sips his tea before speaking again.

“Anaïs, do you wish to stay here?” I don’t answer. Instead, I bite my lip, pondering my options. “I would like you to know that you are welcome to stay at the mansion for as long as you like. However, once you go through that door, it will disappear from your time, and you will never be able to access it again.”

“I don’t know,” I finally sigh. “That means I don’t necessarily have to go back in a week, right? It will open again?” He nods. “I do want to stay longer, but... Forever is a big commitment. There are people that I care about in 2020, but I have come to care about you all, too. I know I would miss you if I left.”

Le Comte sighs, a sad smile on his lips.

“I dread the day that you do,” he says softly, “but the choice is yours and yours only.”

There is something in his voice that I can’t quite place. It sounds like regret, but there is more to it, somehow. Damn these pureblood vampires, always so hard to read.

“I guess... I’ll have to wait and see,” I conclude.

“There is no rush for you to decide, ma chérie. How was the exhibition yesterday?” he changes the topic, his charming smile returning to his face. “It is a shame that I could not attend.”

“It was great. Theo has so much talent for these things, all the pieces displayed were amazing. And Vincent’s paintings were beautiful, as always,” I recall, thinking of the portrait he made of me. “Oh, and I met Émile Zola! He was there too, and he loved it. We even talked for a bit, but I feel a little bad. The poor man doesn’t know what’s coming.”

Le Comte tilts his head, a curious expression on his face.

“What do you man, ma chérie?”

“J’Accuse,” I simply answer. He nods, understanding exactly what I am referring to. Four years from now, Zola will publish an open letter in a newspaper, denouncing the antisemitism and injustice of those involved in the Dreyfus affair. He will be brought to trial and sentenced for libel after a long and messy judicial process.

We discuss that for a while, during which I finish my tea. He serves me more, and I thank him, before he asks me about my life in the 21st century.

“I would like to know more about you,” he says. “I saw you roller skate. Competitively?”

“I used to, but I quit when I began working.”

“You are a chemist specialized in antiques conservation, correct?” I nod. He chuckles. “Ah, I was wondering what you spend so much time researching in the library. Leonardo told me.”

“Yeah, he’s been helping me with it,” I smile. “I like to borrow his genius every once in a while.”

“What about your family?” he asks, and immediately apologizes when he sees my face change. “Forgive me, I do not mean to pry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” I reassure him. “My family is complicated, at best. My sister is the only one I keep in contact with, but we don’t talk much. She just started university this year, in Milan. She would swoon if she saw the dresses you’ve given me,” I chuckle. “She studies fashion design.”

Though our relationship is strained, I am as proud of her as an older sister can be. Despite the fallout with our parents taking its toll, I will always care deeply about her, and I must admit that seeing Vincent and Theo be so close makes me a bit jealous. 

“My friends are a different story, though,” I continue, unprompted. “I guess you could call them my chosen family.” Le Comte listens attentively, clearly wanting to know more. “There’s Jack and Carlos back in London. I shared a flat with them as a student, and we are still very close. Then there’s Mila.” I look up at le Comte, suddenly remembering something. “I’ve been meaning to ask, if I go through the door would I return to the same time that I left? Or will it be a month later?”

“It’s hard to tell,” he answers thoughtfully. “When I use it, time passes on the other side, too. But as a pureblood vampire, I can come and go as I please, within the door’s rules, of course. A human going through it is something unprecedented, so I truly do not know what would happen.”

“Damnit,” I mutter. When he gives me a questioning look, I explain. “You know, when I came here? I was supposed to pick up Mila at the airport the day after. She’s going to be furious when I get back.”

“Pick her up?” he asks. “I was under the impression that you were just visiting Paris.”

“Well, yeah, but I come so often I practically live here,” I laugh before sipping my tea. Le Comte mimics me, waiting for me to keep talking. “Mila is my oldest friend. She’s French, but I met her in my hometown when her father worked there for a few years. She lives in Montparnasse now. She had to travel somewhere right before I got here, so she left me her car and the keys to her apartment, which I was going to stay in anyway. Hence, well, me picking her up when she came back from... New Zealand, I think it was? I have no clue,” I conclude with a chuckle.

“She sounds like an interesting person,” le Comte chimes in. I laugh.

“She is. I think you would like her.” 

[fuwafuwamedb]

New Horizons Pt 6 (Gilgamesh, Hakuno, Siduri)

Previously, in New Horizons: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

___

“Hello, Hakuno!” Siduri smiled at her as she opened the door an hour later.

She’d gone and dressed up in something nice for the trip. It was something that she often did when she went to visit other islands and friends. She would find a cute or a sweet dress to wear and would change into a hat, bearing gifts and foods for whomever she was going to see.

Normally, she would bring oranges, since they were worth more off her island, but today she had a basket under her arm with a bunch of dessert muffins. This place had much more variety for food choices.

“What’s this?” Siduri glanced at the basket in her hands.

“A bribe.”

The woman laughed, nodding. “Ah, well, so long as it isn’t anything dangerous, I guess it’s fine.”

“I have the most dangerous things,” she told the woman, stepping into the elevator with her. “As you can see, I have chocolate chip muffins, pumpkin muffins, and there are muffins that have blueberries.”

“My goodness, the man will eat,” Siduri exclaimed teasingly.

“He will!”

Hakuno fixed her grip on the basket, putting the flap down as they arrived on the main floor. Siduri had her own car, something she hadn’t seen in a good while, probably not since she’d lived in the city, but that had been so long ago that she remembered nothing much.

“Look at the buildings,” she told her friend though.

“Fuyuki is a large city,” Siduri told her, rattling off something to the driver. “Gilgamesh has been in his offices in the other building for a few days. I don’t think he has been eating properly so your bribe should come at a good time. I just ask that you don’t hurt him.”

“I would never!”

The woman smiled a bit. “He can be an asshole.”

“An asshole?”

“An… unpleasant person.”

“Oh. I’ve lived around a few assholes.” Raymond could be a bit of an asshole whenever there were wasps after her.

Like – Jump into my arms and I’ll carry you away… is what I would say if you weren’t being chased by wasps.

And then what would happen?

Wasp stings.

And then there were the scorpions…

Hakuno checked the clock in the car.

5 in the afternoon.

They could safely get in the building, get Gilgamesh, and then go home after he gets his gifts. The tarantulas and the scorpions wouldn’t come out until 7 in the evening. They had no net, but with this many buildings, they could possibly jump from one to another safely.

Then again…

The car was weaving around and around other cars, turning this way and that. It felt like one second her building was there and the next it was gone. Waiting next to Siduri did little as well. No one seemed to be commenting like the dodos did about where they were going.

She could feel her foot beginning to tap as a light rain began falling outside.

“Siduri-“

“Patience is a virtue, Hakuno.”

It may be a virtue, but it sure was an asshole.

Siduri laughed at her telling her that.

“The building we want is right there,” Siduri told her, pointing ahead.

It took far too long to get to that large building, The bold letters in gold at the front that said Uruk made her heart hammer in her chest. The glass doors showed a building much like the one she’d been in before.

The only difference were the gold roses in the courtyard in the center of the building instead of red.

“This way,” Siduri told her.

They stepped into the elevator, standing side by side and watching their reflections.

“I hope he isn’t too difficult,” Hakuno confessed.

“I’m sure he’ll enjoy the muffins.”

“He should. He could have a nice drink of…” Hakuno paused. “…I forgot drinks.”

What was she going to do? The food was probably okay to eat one of, but anything more would need a nice drink. A coffee or a tea or-

“Would you like me to help? I know what he normally gets from the café down the road.”

“You’re amazing!” Hakuno set the basket down, hugging the woman tightly. “Please, please get something. I don’t need anything to drink since coffee is too bitter, but for Gilgamesh… Please!”

“Okay! Okay!” Siduri laughed.

The doors opened to the hallway.

“Gilgamesh’s office is straight ahead. Shut the door behind you to give you both privacy. That’ll stop anyone who would come in to bother the man. If you don’t, you’ll probably not even be able to have more than five minutes of his time.”

“I’ll close it,” she promised, picking up her basket and hurrying forward.

She shut the door the moment she was in the room.

The rain was coming down hard now, creating a strange collage of blue colors on the glass windows that made up one side of the room. The desk and papers were abandoned. The table near her was covered in spreadsheets and empty cups.

Gilgamesh himself…

Hakuno set the basket on the table and moved to stand over him.

The man had draped himself over the couch, somehow still having space in the large piece of furniture. His head rested on one of the pillows. His hair was greasy, showing signs of having spent too much time in this room.

He truly hadn’t left…

If you don’t, you’ll probably not even be able to have more than five minutes of his time.

Had he been trapped here?

Hakuno glanced at the door, thankful now more than ever that she had shut the people out.

“Everyone needs rest,” Hakuno murmured, stroking the man’s hair a bit. “You should have come home to rest like Enkidu does…”

The bags under his eyes were so big…

Was he sick?

A flash of light came from the windows, scaring a squeak from her lips. The moment the sound came, the clash of thunder letting her know it was nothing more than the storm, was the moment that she felt a pair of arms grab her.

She was swallowed right up, right between the golden haired man and his plush couch. His face, with its prickly cheek and chin hair, pressed against her face a bit.

She opened her mouth to argue, to wake him up, but…

He’s so tired…

Siduri had said no one would come…

Maybe…

Her arms wrapped around Gilgamesh, holding him as best she could. The arm she couldn’t slip under him, she pressed to his chest, keeping a good hold to keep him safely at her side.

Sleep well, Hakuno thought to the man.

She hoped he got all the rest he needed in order to realize he needed to leave this office.