I couldnāt help myself! A little Fit for A King sweetness here. ^_^
(Edit: Iām reposting this for it to be easier to find.)
He opened the door to his room and looked to his right. There, on the magenta sofa sat his dearest Abirose.
They had met years ago in a Casino. He, guised as a lowly thief, came for the blackjack. She, guised as a witch, dealt it.
They had both crossed paths during the ball of his coronation and ever since did they ponder the duplicity of their identities.
It would be almost right to say fate had led them together. It would be amusing to say they simply got lucky.
Neither of which held them together for as long as it had.
The conversations over blackjack. The fact that she had managed to trap him with the experience of playing specifically with her dealing the cards. The laughs, the dancing, and the silly little things they had in common. The singing she would do and the chords he would play with them.
They were the glue that held them together.
She sensed his presence. She looked up, her curly brown hair shifting with the motion. Her brown eyes met his and she couldnāt help but smile fondly at the man before her.
He chuckled, a wide smile gracing his lips. He almost looked like a cat whenever he sported such mirth.
āA game of blackjack, my rose,ā he inquired, motioning at the table covered with agreements regarding various districts of the nation.
She sighed and stretched. She heaved a grunt as she raised her hands in the air and intertwined her fingers. She lowered them and released a yawn.
By this point he had approached the coffee table in front of her, standing on the bright teal rug underneath it. āWell, youāve certainly made some headway,ā he commented, motioning at the papers.
She grinned happily up at him once more as she put a hand on one of the papers. āThey never end, Gascon.ā She yawned again and rubbed her eyes.
āAs I asked before, blackjack?ā
She stood up. āIām too tired for blackjackā¦ā She sauntered over to the bed and threw herself at it. She wrapped herself in a cocoon of blankets and looked blearily at the emperor thief. She looked grim for a moment, almost agitated.
āThe casino is closed for today. Come back after weāve taken a nap or two,ā she joked. She cracked a sleepy smirk.
āH-hey!ā He walked towards the bed. He slid his dark green shroud off of along with the pig-nosed shaped pendant that signified his power and carelessly let them fall on the floor. All that was left was the dark blue pants, small golden belt, and plain short sleeved red tunic.
āI need blankets, too, Abbie!ā
She stuck her tongue out but moved aside. She clung to the blankets tighter. āIām already warm!ā
He paused at the side of the bed. āI canāt keep you warm?ā
She went silent. She looked down for a moment then back up at him. āWould you?ā
He scoffed. āPlease. It wouldnāt be the first time.ā
She grabbed the hem of one of the blankets and held it open for him.
He crawled underneath and wrapped left arm around her back, pulling her close with his right. He kissed her nose before he rubbed his forehead against hers. āGod, I missed you,ā he sighed.
She rested her hand on his right shoulder. She gripped it lightly and let her thumb stroke down his arm idly. āI did, too.ā She let out a short laugh. āWhat happened, today?ā
āYou wanted to play blackjack,ā she reminded him.
āI also wanted to just chat without bringing up the empire,ā he complained.
She squeaked. āAh.ā She pressed her face into his shoulder. āYou just wanted to be Swaine, this evening, hmm?ā
He chuckled. āI guess my comment about the agreements sent mixed signals, eh?ā He raised his hand and rubbed the back of her neck.
She laughed into his shoulder. āYou silly old thief.ā
They were silent for a few minutes.
āā¦Hmm,ā she barely answered.
āJust checking to see if youāre still awake.ā
āWell I was almost asleep,ā she groggily replied. āWhat is it?ā
He smirked. āI love you.ā
She tiredly glared up at him before shaking her head. āI love you too.ā
Another round of silence.
āā¦Swaineā¦? Gascon?ā She glanced up at him. There had been a question eating at her for a little bit now. She had no idea why she wanted to ask it now.
It seemed like he was asleep. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder once more, giving up.
āā¦What is itā¦,ā he mumbled.
āOh. Youāre awake.ā She didnāt lift her head. Instead, she turned it so he could hear her. āD-do you think weāll have kids one day?ā
He sighed. āSure⦠I donāt know.ā He yawned. He pulled her closer.
āYeah,ā she whispered.
āI donāt care⦠what happens⦠Justā¦ā His gripped tightened as he rubbed the side of his face into the side of hers. āI want you to be there for it⦠I sure as hell will⦠I promise thatā¦,ā he sleepily finished.
She closed her eyes with a content smile. It wasnāt quite yes. Nor was it really a no. She could count on him when she needed him, thatās all she really needed to know.