My brain worms

"Ah, seriously…?" you mutter, covering your head with your hands as much as you can and quickening your steps to reach the castle in record time. On your way there, you take notice of how little Darkners are around, a telltale sign that this must've been going on for a while.

Opening and then slamming the door shut in a hurry, you take a moment to regain some composure; thank the Heavens for Ralsei, who took care of making you your own room already, where you can easily get a change of clothes…now that you can think more clearly, you suppose that your partner must be waiting for you in there, as he usually does.

Walking past everyone else's room and finally reaching yours, your suspicions are proven right once you throw its door open as well and your gaze falls on the figure comfortably laid on your bed.

Rouxls puts aside whatever book he chose to read to pass the time and pushes himself up into a sitting position; his brows furrow as he takes in your appearance:

"Oh- Oh! Mine darlinge, whatever happened on thine way hereth?!" he hurriedly gets up and goes for your wardrobe, rambling about how you immediately need a change of clothes and how he hadn't even noticed the weather getting that bad, but you snort and gently stop him before he can rummage through your things and make a mess.

"Rouxls! Don't worry, it's just rain water. And I prefer picking my own clothes, thank you very much!" you say this humorously, but he still puts his hands up in defense.

"Mine apologiese! But - thou should knowest I merely mean to maketh matters smoothe for thou, especially-eth for it's been quite a longe time," he's sort of fiddling with his hands now, probably not sure about what to do while you're quickly sorting through your outfit choices.

Picking out the most comfortable option you can find, your search is finally over, and you turn back to him with a smile. As tall as he is, you need to stand on your tiptoes to place a couple kisses on one of his cheeks as you hold the other in your free hand; he scrunches up where his nose should be, and grins into the affection.

"No worries, I know. I'll get changed and then we can decide what to do instead of going out, since it's…not looking like it wants to stop anytime soon-"

As if on cue, a flash of light interrupts your speech, followed by a worryingly loud rumble which makes both you and Rouxls slightly jump.

"Mine Angel! It seemseth Not. Best we stayeth inside all things considereth. Go on! Do switche thine attire, I shan't be looking!!"

His silliness makes you chuckle, and you do take him sitting back on your bed and looking the other way as an opportunity to dry off a little and change.

Once you're wearing dry clothes and you've fixed your hair as best as you possibly can with just your hands, you take a seat next to Rouxls, who's redirected his attention to the imagery of the rain pouring outside your window. It's quite harsh rattling and the fact you can barely make out the view you're used to seeing suggest that you won't be able to leave the castle yet again.

"So." he begins, a long sigh escaping his lips, "I assumest…with utmoste anguish…our rendezvous shall be-eth delayed. UNLESS thou wisheth to engageth in some sorte of amusemente en masse! Whilst thou converseth on thine whereabouts, mayhapse?" despite the silly wording he still manages to come off as sweet.

For the time being, you decide you simply want to lie down and rest after the eventful week you've had back in your world, so you shrug and slump onto the mattress, bringing him down with you. Rouxls looks surprised at first, but quickly adjusts and soon enough you're fitting together like puzzle pieces.

"Maybe we can do something later…I've been running around for days, I couldn't wait to just be here with you instead of there with my boss or…or the grocery store employees, or whoever I was supposed to see!"

He seems amused by your attitude, but the way he subtly squeezes you closer to himself easily conveys his will to finally make you feel comfortable.

"Feare not, thou darlinge hero, for thine moment of leisureth has ultimately cometh! …withe Moi." You share a laugh at his words, "Do go aheadst with thine 'rant', as thou call it, if you wisheth."

You take his suggestion, burying a hand in his soft, silky hair while you're at it, and recount the past week's events; how you almost got fired over something that wasn't your fault - which Rouxls seems to be very displeased by -, how you had to do your groceries twice because the first time they didn't have most of what you needed anymore - Rouxls announces that, had he been there with you, he would've "showedst them" -, and the seemingly never ending amount of favors you've had to take upon yourself for close friends and family.