[Fanfiction] [Code Geass] An Appropriate Apology
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Title: An Appropriate Apology
Author: angels_archives
Series: Code Geass
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Humor
Status: Complete
Comments/Warnings:
Themes: 6. apology - milly / lloyd
Lord Lloyd Asplund thought that filling her sitting room with roses would have been enough to win her back into his good graces but he was sadly mistaken. Whistling a light tune, he got off his car and entered the Ashford manor with a courteous bow to the maid.
"How is your mistress?" he asked cheerfully.
"Sulking," the maid answered with a stifled laugh.
That was not the good news that he was waiting for. Lloyd's face burned as he ran up the curved staircase, two steps at a time. He arrived at her wing and entered the sitting room without announcing himself.
The Pudding Lord saw his blond fiancee sitting at the farthest corner of the room beside a window wearing a lovely pout. She was surrounded by dozens of very red roses. The fragrance was thick in the air. Her golden hair gleamed in the sunshine; her creamy skin gleamed in her teal blue dress.
"What's with the long face?" Lloyd blurted out. "I sent you roses already and you're not satisfied?"
Milly Ashford, fiancee and bride-to-be, cast a withering glance at him. She focused her gaze back towards her well-tended gardens. "You call that an apology."
"It is an apology," he insisted. "Actions are louder than words."
"Words are appreciated when said to the right person," she countered.
"I'm sorry already," he said, exasperated.
"It sounds even better if it's meant," she said sullenly.
Lloyd fought the urge to sigh. He didn't like it when women got angry at him because it was troublesome. (And because he didn't know how to apologize without getting yelled at.) It was common knowledge that he didn't have any social graces. Mad scientists do not need to explain themselves, after all. But ever since he got tied up into asking for this immature teenager's hand in marriage, he found himself learning his lacks in the social manners department.
"Milly," he said quietly as he approached. She didn't move. "I'm sorry if I didn't come with you to the ball two nights ago. I was tied up with the new enhancements in Lancelot. I thought you understood."
She didn't say anything. Her delicate fingers cupped her smooth cheek. She was beautiful- oh so beautiful- and he wondered why he never noticed that before. She was very young to be married but noblewomen like her were expected to have husbands before their thirties. So he had asked her because she was smart, witty and she had a mischievous sense of humor that complimented his. He had to take better care of her.
"You could have called," the blond teenager said sullenly.
"I was busy," Lord Lloyd Asplund defended himself. He was a mad scientist but he was also a handsomely paid loon. The Empire depended on him to create the strongest machines and train the greatest fighters. "It won't happen again."
Milly glanced at him. Her blue eyes were enormous. Seventeen was so young, he thought. The silver-haired man approached her cautiously. She didn't move when he cupped her chin and kissed her swiftly. They stared at each other in surprise. But she smiled warmly this time.
"I should treat you better," he said quietly. The Pudding Lord touched the tip of her nose fondly. "If I can't call you, I'll make Cecile do it."
She grinned mischievously. "Don't make her kiss me."
Llloyd was surprised but he recovered. Laughing, he pulled her up into his arms and kissed her again. Apologies were definitely better when they were meant by the sinner.
Title: An Appropriate Apology
Author: angels_archives
Series: Code Geass
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance, Humor
Status: Complete
Comments/Warnings:
Themes: 6. apology - milly / lloyd
Lord Lloyd Asplund thought that filling her sitting room with roses would have been enough to win her back into his good graces but he was sadly mistaken. Whistling a light tune, he got off his car and entered the Ashford manor with a courteous bow to the maid.
"How is your mistress?" he asked cheerfully.
"Sulking," the maid answered with a stifled laugh.
That was not the good news that he was waiting for. Lloyd's face burned as he ran up the curved staircase, two steps at a time. He arrived at her wing and entered the sitting room without announcing himself.
The Pudding Lord saw his blond fiancee sitting at the farthest corner of the room beside a window wearing a lovely pout. She was surrounded by dozens of very red roses. The fragrance was thick in the air. Her golden hair gleamed in the sunshine; her creamy skin gleamed in her teal blue dress.
"What's with the long face?" Lloyd blurted out. "I sent you roses already and you're not satisfied?"
Milly Ashford, fiancee and bride-to-be, cast a withering glance at him. She focused her gaze back towards her well-tended gardens. "You call that an apology."
"It is an apology," he insisted. "Actions are louder than words."
"Words are appreciated when said to the right person," she countered.
"I'm sorry already," he said, exasperated.
"It sounds even better if it's meant," she said sullenly.
Lloyd fought the urge to sigh. He didn't like it when women got angry at him because it was troublesome. (And because he didn't know how to apologize without getting yelled at.) It was common knowledge that he didn't have any social graces. Mad scientists do not need to explain themselves, after all. But ever since he got tied up into asking for this immature teenager's hand in marriage, he found himself learning his lacks in the social manners department.
"Milly," he said quietly as he approached. She didn't move. "I'm sorry if I didn't come with you to the ball two nights ago. I was tied up with the new enhancements in Lancelot. I thought you understood."
She didn't say anything. Her delicate fingers cupped her smooth cheek. She was beautiful- oh so beautiful- and he wondered why he never noticed that before. She was very young to be married but noblewomen like her were expected to have husbands before their thirties. So he had asked her because she was smart, witty and she had a mischievous sense of humor that complimented his. He had to take better care of her.
"You could have called," the blond teenager said sullenly.
"I was busy," Lord Lloyd Asplund defended himself. He was a mad scientist but he was also a handsomely paid loon. The Empire depended on him to create the strongest machines and train the greatest fighters. "It won't happen again."
Milly glanced at him. Her blue eyes were enormous. Seventeen was so young, he thought. The silver-haired man approached her cautiously. She didn't move when he cupped her chin and kissed her swiftly. They stared at each other in surprise. But she smiled warmly this time.
"I should treat you better," he said quietly. The Pudding Lord touched the tip of her nose fondly. "If I can't call you, I'll make Cecile do it."
She grinned mischievously. "Don't make her kiss me."
Llloyd was surprised but he recovered. Laughing, he pulled her up into his arms and kissed her again. Apologies were definitely better when they were meant by the sinner.