[Fic] [Round 18] Title: Peace and Quiet, Rating: G
Author: Isha
Title: Peace and Quiet
Characters: Gwendal and others
Word Count: 1, 011
Rating: G
Any Warnings: None
Prompt being used: Image and Fanon backstory
Summary: All Gwendal wants is some peace and quiet so he can knit to his heart’s content.
Sadly, the inhabitants of Covenant Castle events conspire against him.
Disclaimer: I own none of these very entertaining characters, please don’t sue me. Thank you.
~
Gwendal let out a soft sigh as he closed the door behind him.
Now that the Maou was gone-on that cruise with King Saralegui-to build ‘friendly relations’, or some such nonsense, things had been blessedly quiet. And of course, the Maou had taken Conrart, His Eminence and Wolfram with him, so there was no one to interrupt the quiet. Perhaps he could finally start on his bearbee doll.
Gwendal rubbed his hands together happily as he strode to his desk, which was thankfully free of all paperwork. Of course, he had worked through the morning to get it done so that he might have this free time, and he was glad his hard work had paid off.
Smiling to himself in anticipation, he sat down at his desk and pulled the knitting pattern out of his desk drawer. He had just threaded the wool onto his needles when there was a knock on the door.
He looked up with a frown as the door opened before he could answer.
‘Gwendal, what’re you doing?’
Greta bounced into the room with her usual cheerful energy, and soon she was at his elbow and peering into his pattern. ‘Is that a bearbee?’ she asked in delight, clapping her hands together. ‘Oh, Gwendal, I want one too, please, please, can I have one, can I have one-’
‘I’ll give this one to you.’
‘Oh, thank you, Gwendal!’ she beamed at him, hopping up onto the desk and swinging her legs happily. ‘When will you be done?’
‘I can’t say for certain,’ he replied gruffly, cursing his inability to be curt to someone so cute. If it had been anyone else, he would surely have thrown them out of his office by now. ‘I’d hoped to have this finished by tonight, but for that I’ll need to have no interruptions,’ he told her meaningfully, and she nodded gravely.
‘Oh! I’ll leave you alone, then, Gwendal.’
With a last smile at him, she ran off, slamming the door behind her. Silence descended on him, and he leaned back in his chair happily. Half an hour passed, and the only sound was that of the clinking of the needles and his breathing. He sighed contentedly, and a smile spread across his face.
The door opened with a bang, and he dropped a stitch. He cursed, and shot the disturber of his peace a murderous look.
‘Gwendal’! Anissina sang, and he cringed. He knew that tone of voice. Sure enough, she strode toward him with purposeful steps, hooking her fingers into his sleeve. ‘Come with me, there’s this briliant new invention I need to try out-’
‘Not now, Anissina! Can’t you see I’m busy?’
He looked up at her with a fierce scowl, hoping against hope…
Her face softened as she looked at his face, her gaze moving to the needles he still clutched, and then she gave him a small smile. ‘I’ll find Gunter,’ she said gently, and he gaped at her. ‘You look tired, so I’ll let you off for today.’
He stared after her in shock, watching as she turned back to him at the door. ‘Only for today, mind you,’ she said, wagging her finger at him. ‘I expect you to help me with my inventions again from tomorrow!’
She closed the door behind her, and he stared at the wood for a moment before shaking his head and turning to his knitting again. He had just started on an arm when his door opened again. His eye started to twitch, and he slammed his needles down on his table with a grunt.
‘Oooh, Gwennie, you really should learn to control your temper!’
His mother. His eye twitched again as she glided into the room, continuing to cluck at him all the while. ‘Mother,’ he gritted out, ‘what do you want?’
‘Well, after all that fuss over the Dragon Gem the last time, I thought it would be a good idea to let you know that I borrowed the tiara from the Royal Treasury,’ his mother said, smiling at him. ‘Also the bracelets from Ooopunga. And the furs from Leh. I only have two weeks before I start my Voyage of Self Discovery, after all!’
‘Mother…’
He sighed as he contemplated the paperwork that had fallen to him now, every item his mother had taken had to be duly noted. A groan rose at thought of the number of forms he had to fill out. In triplicate.
‘Can’t you ask Gunter to do it?’
His voice was plaintive, it was with a strong effort that he supressed the urge to whine. Really, was it too much to ask to have an evening to himself once in a while? It had been years since he had had the time to finish a doll a day, and he had been looking forward to this evening for months now, ever since the Maou had accepted King Saralegui’s invitation and Wolfram and His Eminence had invited themselves along.
The Maou had invited him too, a little awkwardly, but he had anticipated the free evening he would have, and had happily declined. An evening in which he had spent more time fending off visitors than knitting, he reflected ruefully.
‘Please?’ he added, when his mother opened her mouth to reply.
She blinked at him, but then her gaze dropped to his knitting and she closed her mouth on a smile. ‘Yes, of course, darling,’ she said, getting up gracefully. ‘Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll speak to Gunter about it.’
He heaved a sigh of relief as she closed the door with a smile. Perhaps now he would have some peace and quiet…
Less than twenty minutes later, the door burst open again. ‘Gwendal!’ Gunter shouted frantically. ‘You have to help hide me from her! Lady Anissina is after me again!’
The other man stopped short when Gwendal dropped his head in his hands and groaned.
Really, he was beginning to think it would have been better if he had taken up the Maou’s invitation.
~
A/N: That was not nearly as funny as I had hoped. Oh well.
Thanks for reading, all comment and concrit is welcome. =)
Title: Peace and Quiet
Characters: Gwendal and others
Word Count: 1, 011
Rating: G
Any Warnings: None
Prompt being used: Image and Fanon backstory
Summary: All Gwendal wants is some peace and quiet so he can knit to his heart’s content.
Sadly, the inhabitants of Covenant Castle events conspire against him.
Disclaimer: I own none of these very entertaining characters, please don’t sue me. Thank you.
~
Gwendal let out a soft sigh as he closed the door behind him.
Now that the Maou was gone-on that cruise with King Saralegui-to build ‘friendly relations’, or some such nonsense, things had been blessedly quiet. And of course, the Maou had taken Conrart, His Eminence and Wolfram with him, so there was no one to interrupt the quiet. Perhaps he could finally start on his bearbee doll.
Gwendal rubbed his hands together happily as he strode to his desk, which was thankfully free of all paperwork. Of course, he had worked through the morning to get it done so that he might have this free time, and he was glad his hard work had paid off.
Smiling to himself in anticipation, he sat down at his desk and pulled the knitting pattern out of his desk drawer. He had just threaded the wool onto his needles when there was a knock on the door.
He looked up with a frown as the door opened before he could answer.
‘Gwendal, what’re you doing?’
Greta bounced into the room with her usual cheerful energy, and soon she was at his elbow and peering into his pattern. ‘Is that a bearbee?’ she asked in delight, clapping her hands together. ‘Oh, Gwendal, I want one too, please, please, can I have one, can I have one-’
‘I’ll give this one to you.’
‘Oh, thank you, Gwendal!’ she beamed at him, hopping up onto the desk and swinging her legs happily. ‘When will you be done?’
‘I can’t say for certain,’ he replied gruffly, cursing his inability to be curt to someone so cute. If it had been anyone else, he would surely have thrown them out of his office by now. ‘I’d hoped to have this finished by tonight, but for that I’ll need to have no interruptions,’ he told her meaningfully, and she nodded gravely.
‘Oh! I’ll leave you alone, then, Gwendal.’
With a last smile at him, she ran off, slamming the door behind her. Silence descended on him, and he leaned back in his chair happily. Half an hour passed, and the only sound was that of the clinking of the needles and his breathing. He sighed contentedly, and a smile spread across his face.
The door opened with a bang, and he dropped a stitch. He cursed, and shot the disturber of his peace a murderous look.
‘Gwendal’! Anissina sang, and he cringed. He knew that tone of voice. Sure enough, she strode toward him with purposeful steps, hooking her fingers into his sleeve. ‘Come with me, there’s this briliant new invention I need to try out-’
‘Not now, Anissina! Can’t you see I’m busy?’
He looked up at her with a fierce scowl, hoping against hope…
Her face softened as she looked at his face, her gaze moving to the needles he still clutched, and then she gave him a small smile. ‘I’ll find Gunter,’ she said gently, and he gaped at her. ‘You look tired, so I’ll let you off for today.’
He stared after her in shock, watching as she turned back to him at the door. ‘Only for today, mind you,’ she said, wagging her finger at him. ‘I expect you to help me with my inventions again from tomorrow!’
She closed the door behind her, and he stared at the wood for a moment before shaking his head and turning to his knitting again. He had just started on an arm when his door opened again. His eye started to twitch, and he slammed his needles down on his table with a grunt.
‘Oooh, Gwennie, you really should learn to control your temper!’
His mother. His eye twitched again as she glided into the room, continuing to cluck at him all the while. ‘Mother,’ he gritted out, ‘what do you want?’
‘Well, after all that fuss over the Dragon Gem the last time, I thought it would be a good idea to let you know that I borrowed the tiara from the Royal Treasury,’ his mother said, smiling at him. ‘Also the bracelets from Ooopunga. And the furs from Leh. I only have two weeks before I start my Voyage of Self Discovery, after all!’
‘Mother…’
He sighed as he contemplated the paperwork that had fallen to him now, every item his mother had taken had to be duly noted. A groan rose at thought of the number of forms he had to fill out. In triplicate.
‘Can’t you ask Gunter to do it?’
His voice was plaintive, it was with a strong effort that he supressed the urge to whine. Really, was it too much to ask to have an evening to himself once in a while? It had been years since he had had the time to finish a doll a day, and he had been looking forward to this evening for months now, ever since the Maou had accepted King Saralegui’s invitation and Wolfram and His Eminence had invited themselves along.
The Maou had invited him too, a little awkwardly, but he had anticipated the free evening he would have, and had happily declined. An evening in which he had spent more time fending off visitors than knitting, he reflected ruefully.
‘Please?’ he added, when his mother opened her mouth to reply.
She blinked at him, but then her gaze dropped to his knitting and she closed her mouth on a smile. ‘Yes, of course, darling,’ she said, getting up gracefully. ‘Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll speak to Gunter about it.’
He heaved a sigh of relief as she closed the door with a smile. Perhaps now he would have some peace and quiet…
Less than twenty minutes later, the door burst open again. ‘Gwendal!’ Gunter shouted frantically. ‘You have to help hide me from her! Lady Anissina is after me again!’
The other man stopped short when Gwendal dropped his head in his hands and groaned.
Really, he was beginning to think it would have been better if he had taken up the Maou’s invitation.
~
A/N: That was not nearly as funny as I had hoped. Oh well.
Thanks for reading, all comment and concrit is welcome. =)