Happy V-day Bard_of_Death
“How long are you going to be gone again?”
Günter turned, throwing the reply over his shoulder, “Just long enough to see the villages that border our lands. I want to be able to give a proper report to His Majesty.”
Gwendal nodded at the response, scowl still fixed to his face.
Günter grinned. “Afraid you’ll miss me?” he asked teasingly.
Gwendal shrugged, “Just wondering. I am trying to figure out who will manage your duties while you are gone.”
“I see,” Günter said quietly, “Well I am sure you’ll figure it out, or at least make His Majesty do his share. He has to learn, after all.”
The white mage mounted his horse and settled into the saddle, “Take care, Gwendal. Oh, and make sure that you don’t get caught by Anissina. Gisela told me she has been working on something that looks rather nasty.”
Gwendal gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgement.
Günter rolled his eyes at this, before leaning down from his horse to plant a quick kiss on the Demon General’s cheek
Gwendal sputtered, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone else had witnessed the kiss. “What? What was that?”
Günter smiled, “A goodbye kiss. That’s what lovers do. I must say, Gwendal, I know you are new to this sort of thing, but really…”
“Forgive me. It surprised me, and I am not sure if people saw us.”
Günter frowned, “Does it bother you, for people to know about us?”
Gwendal shrugged, “It’s not proper to display affection where anyone can see.”
“I see,” Günter sniffed, annoyance fully displayed on his face. “Well, I will not keep you from your duties any longer, Lord von Voltaire.” The King’s Advisor nudged his horse with his spur, muttered “Take care, Gwendal,” and galloped through the gate, leaving Gwendal for an undetermined amount of time.
***
March 1st, Morning.
Günter left this morning to go on an excursion for His Majesty. I think I may have upset him by not being upset about his departure or smothering him with affection. He has to understand; I do not do those things. Never have, never will. I may be my mother’s son, but I am not a slave to emotional frivolities, as she is. The whole love/lust thing is something that I have sworn never to give into. I’ve grown up watching Mother. I can’t see myself stooping to her level. I also can’t see Conrart or Wolfram doing the same, either. I supposed that after all we have observed, none of us can bring ourselves to conduct ourselves in a lewd manner outside the boundaries of our bedrooms. I don’t know why he cannot be happy with the fact that we love each other and are together?
Gwendal frowned at his log before picking up his quill again and resumed writing:
Well, that was a tangent…I will not allow my personal life to influence this log. This journal is for training my successor, whenever I step down…I can’t believe that I just wrote that down. I’ll cross this out later.
I was supposed to write about my duties, but I am distracted by Günter. I’ll work on some paperwork and perhaps knit to clear my head. I must stay focused on my work, not my personal love life with that flibbertigibbet of an advisor.
***
Gwendal winced as he walked down the hall: he could feel another tension headache coming on. Where the hell was Conrart? The half-demon had submitted a request for a patrol reassignment and had forgotten to sign his signature at the bottom of the form. How was Gwendal supposed to know if it had truly been Conrart that had requested the reassignment, and not some foolish cadet that wanted to free up their schedule? And now to make matters worse, his brother was now nowhere to be found…he had better things to do, damnit, instead of hunting around the castle.
“I should just shuffle this to the bottom…” The general grimaced as he knocked on Conrart’s office door. He wasn’t expecting the half-demon to be in there, especially during the day. It was usual for Conrart to be outside glued to His Majesty’s side, but since there was no one outside in the courtyard and no news of Yuuri going off to explore the kingdom, Gwendal decided that checking the office was worth a try.
“Conrart?” He asked as he rapped on the door.
He waited and listened. Silence.
The general gave an exasperated sigh and turned to leave…and then there was a shuffle of movement just beyond the door.
Gwendal knocked again, “Conrart? Are you in there?”
“Hold on a moment,” came his brother’s reply. The younger demon’s voice sounded strained. Was he sick? While he didn’t like to admit it (or show it) Gwendal still took his role as the protective older brother to heart. Even though he knew Conrart was more that capable of taking care of himself, Gwendal could not surpress his concern for his brother.
Pushing heavily on the door, Gwendal found that it had failed to latch completely, “Conrart?” he asked as he entered the office.
The moment he had entered the room, Gwendal thought he had caught the slight movement of his brother jerking in his seat, as if startled. His severe gaze locked on Conrart, who at the moment appeared to be uncharacteristically flustered.
“Yes, Gwendal?” Conrart asked, smiling. Gwendal noted that the brunette was unconsciously smoothing his tan uniform jacket.
Gwendal raised an eyebrow, “About this form you submitted…”
“W-what about it?” Conrart gasped.
The general looked at his brother…who appeared to be squirming?!
“Is something the matter, Conrart?”
Conrart coughed and shoved at something under the desk, “N-...no, nothing’s wrong. I am…ah!..fine.”
Gwendal frowned, “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Conrart said with a smile that seemed too forced…especially for him.
Gwendal gave his brother an appraising look before returning to the matter at hand, “You forgot to sign off on…” He paused when he noticed that Conrart was now biting his lip.
“What in Shinou’s name is wrong with you?!”
“Nothing!” Conrart gasped, “Just give the form here, and I’ll bring it by your office later.” Conrart sounded frustrated, but Gwendal could tell it wasn’t entirely his fault.
Conrart extended his had for the form. That was odd. As the younger officer, decorum dictated that Conrart stand to accept the paper from Gwendal. The general was not some lowly soldier.
“Gwendal? The form…may I have it?”
Gwendal glared at his brother; annoyed that Conrart was forgetting his place. It was bad enough that Gwendal had to search him out in the first place, the least Conrart could do now was show respect to his older brother, “Stand up and take it from my hand, Conrart.”
Conrart’s face paled. That was odd.
“I’d rather not stand, brother…”
“Why not? What is the matter with you? You’re acting strange,” Gwendal snapped.
Conrart’s normally unruffled mask was visibly crumbling in front of Gwendal. Not only that, Conrart was now breathing heavily, “Please…” the younger demon half-growled, half-hissed, eyes squeezed shut, “Please, can’t we let decorum slide just this once--ah!”
Gwendal was now very concerned. He took a step closer to the desk, and immediately Conrart gave a startled gasp, “No! Gwen-AH!” The rest of Conrart’s sentence suddenly turned into a choked cry, his eyes now darting downwards.
Gwendal rushed at the desk, ignoring his brother’s protests as he grabbed one corner of the desk in one hand and unsheathed his sword with the other.
“N-no, Gwendal…!”
The general gave a mighty pull and jerked the desk away from Conrart…
…and then immediately wished he had let decorum slide as Conrart had suggested.
All it took was one quick glance of his brother’s bared bottom half and the red-head between Conrart’s legs to send Gwendal marching from the office, form completely forgotten.
***
Günter turned, throwing the reply over his shoulder, “Just long enough to see the villages that border our lands. I want to be able to give a proper report to His Majesty.”
Gwendal nodded at the response, scowl still fixed to his face.
Günter grinned. “Afraid you’ll miss me?” he asked teasingly.
Gwendal shrugged, “Just wondering. I am trying to figure out who will manage your duties while you are gone.”
“I see,” Günter said quietly, “Well I am sure you’ll figure it out, or at least make His Majesty do his share. He has to learn, after all.”
The white mage mounted his horse and settled into the saddle, “Take care, Gwendal. Oh, and make sure that you don’t get caught by Anissina. Gisela told me she has been working on something that looks rather nasty.”
Gwendal gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgement.
Günter rolled his eyes at this, before leaning down from his horse to plant a quick kiss on the Demon General’s cheek
Gwendal sputtered, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone else had witnessed the kiss. “What? What was that?”
Günter smiled, “A goodbye kiss. That’s what lovers do. I must say, Gwendal, I know you are new to this sort of thing, but really…”
“Forgive me. It surprised me, and I am not sure if people saw us.”
Günter frowned, “Does it bother you, for people to know about us?”
Gwendal shrugged, “It’s not proper to display affection where anyone can see.”
“I see,” Günter sniffed, annoyance fully displayed on his face. “Well, I will not keep you from your duties any longer, Lord von Voltaire.” The King’s Advisor nudged his horse with his spur, muttered “Take care, Gwendal,” and galloped through the gate, leaving Gwendal for an undetermined amount of time.
***
March 1st, Morning.
Günter left this morning to go on an excursion for His Majesty. I think I may have upset him by not being upset about his departure or smothering him with affection. He has to understand; I do not do those things. Never have, never will. I may be my mother’s son, but I am not a slave to emotional frivolities, as she is. The whole love/lust thing is something that I have sworn never to give into. I’ve grown up watching Mother. I can’t see myself stooping to her level. I also can’t see Conrart or Wolfram doing the same, either. I supposed that after all we have observed, none of us can bring ourselves to conduct ourselves in a lewd manner outside the boundaries of our bedrooms. I don’t know why he cannot be happy with the fact that we love each other and are together?
Gwendal frowned at his log before picking up his quill again and resumed writing:
Well, that was a tangent…I will not allow my personal life to influence this log. This journal is for training my successor, whenever I step down…I can’t believe that I just wrote that down. I’ll cross this out later.
I was supposed to write about my duties, but I am distracted by Günter. I’ll work on some paperwork and perhaps knit to clear my head. I must stay focused on my work, not my personal love life with that flibbertigibbet of an advisor.
***
Gwendal winced as he walked down the hall: he could feel another tension headache coming on. Where the hell was Conrart? The half-demon had submitted a request for a patrol reassignment and had forgotten to sign his signature at the bottom of the form. How was Gwendal supposed to know if it had truly been Conrart that had requested the reassignment, and not some foolish cadet that wanted to free up their schedule? And now to make matters worse, his brother was now nowhere to be found…he had better things to do, damnit, instead of hunting around the castle.
“I should just shuffle this to the bottom…” The general grimaced as he knocked on Conrart’s office door. He wasn’t expecting the half-demon to be in there, especially during the day. It was usual for Conrart to be outside glued to His Majesty’s side, but since there was no one outside in the courtyard and no news of Yuuri going off to explore the kingdom, Gwendal decided that checking the office was worth a try.
“Conrart?” He asked as he rapped on the door.
He waited and listened. Silence.
The general gave an exasperated sigh and turned to leave…and then there was a shuffle of movement just beyond the door.
Gwendal knocked again, “Conrart? Are you in there?”
“Hold on a moment,” came his brother’s reply. The younger demon’s voice sounded strained. Was he sick? While he didn’t like to admit it (or show it) Gwendal still took his role as the protective older brother to heart. Even though he knew Conrart was more that capable of taking care of himself, Gwendal could not surpress his concern for his brother.
Pushing heavily on the door, Gwendal found that it had failed to latch completely, “Conrart?” he asked as he entered the office.
The moment he had entered the room, Gwendal thought he had caught the slight movement of his brother jerking in his seat, as if startled. His severe gaze locked on Conrart, who at the moment appeared to be uncharacteristically flustered.
“Yes, Gwendal?” Conrart asked, smiling. Gwendal noted that the brunette was unconsciously smoothing his tan uniform jacket.
Gwendal raised an eyebrow, “About this form you submitted…”
“W-what about it?” Conrart gasped.
The general looked at his brother…who appeared to be squirming?!
“Is something the matter, Conrart?”
Conrart coughed and shoved at something under the desk, “N-...no, nothing’s wrong. I am…ah!..fine.”
Gwendal frowned, “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Conrart said with a smile that seemed too forced…especially for him.
Gwendal gave his brother an appraising look before returning to the matter at hand, “You forgot to sign off on…” He paused when he noticed that Conrart was now biting his lip.
“What in Shinou’s name is wrong with you?!”
“Nothing!” Conrart gasped, “Just give the form here, and I’ll bring it by your office later.” Conrart sounded frustrated, but Gwendal could tell it wasn’t entirely his fault.
Conrart extended his had for the form. That was odd. As the younger officer, decorum dictated that Conrart stand to accept the paper from Gwendal. The general was not some lowly soldier.
“Gwendal? The form…may I have it?”
Gwendal glared at his brother; annoyed that Conrart was forgetting his place. It was bad enough that Gwendal had to search him out in the first place, the least Conrart could do now was show respect to his older brother, “Stand up and take it from my hand, Conrart.”
Conrart’s face paled. That was odd.
“I’d rather not stand, brother…”
“Why not? What is the matter with you? You’re acting strange,” Gwendal snapped.
Conrart’s normally unruffled mask was visibly crumbling in front of Gwendal. Not only that, Conrart was now breathing heavily, “Please…” the younger demon half-growled, half-hissed, eyes squeezed shut, “Please, can’t we let decorum slide just this once--ah!”
Gwendal was now very concerned. He took a step closer to the desk, and immediately Conrart gave a startled gasp, “No! Gwen-AH!” The rest of Conrart’s sentence suddenly turned into a choked cry, his eyes now darting downwards.
Gwendal rushed at the desk, ignoring his brother’s protests as he grabbed one corner of the desk in one hand and unsheathed his sword with the other.
“N-no, Gwendal…!”
The general gave a mighty pull and jerked the desk away from Conrart…
…and then immediately wished he had let decorum slide as Conrart had suggested.
All it took was one quick glance of his brother’s bared bottom half and the red-head between Conrart’s legs to send Gwendal marching from the office, form completely forgotten.
***