Crazy Pink Child At Your Service

Silver had notified Lilia that he was skipping dinner the night of his rendezvous. Lilia had assumed he was ill, but he had lied and told the vice dorm leader that he had eaten a hefty lunch. In reality, it was almost nine in the evening and he had promised to bring drinks to his late night tryst. Two bottles of sparkling water would do, right? Carefully placing the bottles in paper bags, he crept out of the dormitory’s kitchen and through the common room, making the least amount of noise possible.

Lilia, while out on a snack run from his room, catches a glimpse of the silver-haired boy tiptoeing through the front doors of the dormitory building. He wondered what this boy could possibly be doing after dinner. Shouldn’t he be asleep? Chuckling to himself, his snack was soon long forgotten as he had returned back to the hallway where he came from to notify his dorm leader

Once out of the building, Silver makes no haste speed walking—not running— to the mirror that lead to the hall of mirrors. Once he set foot in the hall, however, he bumps into one particular green-haired menace. Sebek.

Sebek, as nosy and interrogative as ever eyes his senior up and down. “What are you doing out of bed, Silver?”

“I,” he hesitates, shifting his hands so that the paper bag he was holding was out of sight “I forgot something in the courtyard.”

“Hah! Your sleeping habits have led you into state of forgetfulness. You should be ashamed! Your mistake could cause the young master to... ! Blah blah blah...” He prattles on, the words starting to muddle in the second year’s ears. Just listening to him lecture on was making him drowsy.

Snapping himself out of his standing nap, he dismisses Sebek and walks past him. “And I really want to get to bed too, okay? Good night Sebek.”

Maybe he feels a little guilty, lying twice in one night, but he made a promise and nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling it. He would expect a scolding if he were caught, but the rewards he would receive tonight heavily outweighed the punishment. And honestly, what did he have to lose? One foot in front of the other, he continued his journey to the predetermined destination.

Just as Sebek was about to enter into the mirror to his dorm, Lilia’s head peeks out of the portal, followed by Malleus. Sebek steps back to make room for his seniors’s exit into the hall of mirrors.

“Ah, Sebek!” Lilia smiles “have you seen Silver around here?”

“Indeed I did! He said he forgot something in the courtyard!” He responded with enthusiasm. “Is something the matter?”

“Two bottles of sparkling water,” Malleus mutters, clearly discontented.

“Ah, did Silver do something to upset you, young master? Do I need to—?” Sebek asked.

Lilia laughs, his heels pointing away from the mirror he came from “it’s fine, Sebek. Come along. You said he was heading for the courtyard, yes?”

“Yes!” Sebek affirms.

In the courtyard, two people under the moonlight could be seen atop a blue gingham-patterned picnic blanket. The two sat in conversation, too quiet to be heard from the three Diasomnia students hiding behind the stone pillars by the grass. Using a single lamp, the two shared what they had brought each other under the stars. Lilia could almost shed a tear at the sight of this lovers’s tryst, while Sebek watched in disbelief, and Malleus glared at the two green bottles sitting on top of the mat.

“That isn’t just regular sparkling water,” he mentions. “It’s carbonated spring water from the falls of the Valley of Thorns. It has... special properties.”

“What!?” Sebek yelled in a hushed tone. “He took your elixir? How dare he!”

“Oh,” Lilia chimes “just let them have it, I mean, look at how much fun Silver is having with this little human!”

From afar, Silver’s lips curl upwards in a euphoric smile as his head lays atop the lap of his significant other. Of all places, a warm spot to lay his head was the best place to rest. Their hands stroke his silver locks, giving him the gentle stimulus he needs for an ideal nap. The smell of fresh-cut grass combined with the home-cooked meal his significant other made for this picnic flooding his senses. Tonight was a good night for a moonlit picnic. 

Combined with the healing properties of the sparkling water he stole from the kitchen, he could feel around him the gentle sway of the night wind, hear the rustling of the bushes, figure out what made tonight’s meal so delicious, and feel every trace of his beloved’s fingers moving around his hair. 

Silver yawns, repositioning his body for a more comfortable position while his head remained fixed on the cushion of his significant other’s lap. “You’re warm. My room is cold.”

“Maybe next time I can sleep in your room after dinner,” his beloved suggested, pinching his cheek before returning to his hair.

“Maybe,” he yawns. “If the Old Ma-- Lilia, promises... not to do anything to you.”