Disclaimer: If I owned Angelique, then I would not be wasting my time writing fanfics about my own creations ^^
Sorry that this is so long in updating, if you were watching it. I haven’t really had time to write it up and unfortunately, it’s gonna be quite a short chapter. Also, mostly Luva/Oscar in this ‘cos Clavis/Lumiale is oddly hard to write although they’re my favourite pairing…
Oscar opened his eyes at the soft knock at the door of Luva’ study. He raised his head form the arm rest where he had been sleeping and looked around groggily. The knock came again, louder this time, and Oscar got to his feet stretching and wincing at the creases in his fine clothes.
“All right, all right. I’m coming.”
“Oscar-sama, is that you?” Oscar groaned. It was Lumiale. He had no doubt been with Clavis and would be here to see Luva. Speaking of which, the Guardian of Fire looked over to his friend. He was still asleep, his hair still free from the turban, which was laid over the back of the chair behind the Guardian of Earth’s book-laden desk.
Tearing his eyes away reluctantly, Oscar strode over to the door and opened it a fraction. Sure enough, there was Lumiale, his head too ne side and a curious expression on his face.
“I’m here to see Luva-sama,” he said hesitantly. “If he’s here, of course.” Oscar nodded as he heard Luva finally stir form sleep behind him.
“He’s here. But I’m not sure he wants to see anyone right now.”
“Oh,” said Lumiale, quite put out by this. “I’d better come by later then. Sorry to have troubled you.” Oscar closed the door firmly as the other walked away, his head slightly bowed as if in deep thought.
Just go back to your music and leave well alone, Oscar thought unkindly.
Sighing a little, he turned to survey Luva, who was sitting up and looking quite anxiously back at him.
“Who was there?” He asked.
Oscar shrugged. “Just Lumiale. I thought you were still asleep and didn’t think I should wake you up.”
“Oh? What did you want?”
“Just a word. He didn’t say that it was important though so I guess you could catch up with him later.” Luva nodded uncertainly.
“I guess,” he said as he retrieved his turban and wound it once more about his head. Standing up, he made as if to go to a bookshelf to get a book to read but paused then turned to look at the other man, who was still standing by the door.
“Thank you,” he said softly. Oscar shifted his gaze to the floor, suddenly a little uncomfortable. How could he explain that he would be only too happy to comfort the one he loved?
“It’s fine…” he finally settled for, and inwardly winced.
Nice going, he thought to himself. ‘Fine’? What the hell…?
If he had been looking up just then, he may have been able to make out the expression that flitted across Luva’s face, just for a second. It might have given him more hope.
As it was, he looked up and missed it. Smiling, Luva nodded at him and the Guardian of Fire grinned back.
“Feeling a bit more rested, Clavis-sama?”
The Guardian of Dark nodded, his eyes still closed. He smiled inwardly at the fact that Lumiale could always tell whether he was asleep or awake. It had to be something to do with always being the one to comfort or something. Clavis couldn’t really bring himself to think about such psychological things right now. Instead, he opened his eyes a little and immediately his vision was filled with the Guardian of Water. He caught his breath.
The morning sunlight filtering through the partially drawn curtains made the cyan highlights in the other man’s hair glow so it seemed that Lumiale had a halo around his head. Add to that, an enchanting smile and the whole effect was stunningly angelic.
Mentally shaking himself out of his thoughts - thoughts that could lead to more hurt, a small voice at the back of his head warned – he opened his eyes fully and sat up, wincing at the small cramps in his back; he must have fallen asleep in an awkward position.
“What time is it?” He asked, permitting a small yawn.
“It’s almost eleven o’clock. You’ve been asleep more than twelve hours.”
“Hn, I usually sleep more than that…” Lumiale looked a bit puzzled. Clavis sighed.
“A little joke, Lumiale.” Lumiale blinked then laughed airily. It had been a long time since Clavis had last joked, be it sarcastic or not. But, he reflected, if he was capable of that, then there was more of a chance of him returning to his old self. Or maybe –
The memories of last night and the day before – all of them – came filtering back into Clavis’ brain. Luva’s face and his expression as they exchanged hurtful words. Coming back to his room and glancing around the starkly empty room. For everywhere was hollow without his love…
Then, Lumiale had come and there was very little he remembered before he had fallen asleep.
Clavis bowed his head and willed himself not to think. He was glad of the dark curtain of hair falling forward to obscure his face and the prickle of tears appearing at the corners of his eyes. Fighting them, he squeezed his eyes shut.
Lumiale had been watching this with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He was also slightly panicked, rare for this Guardian, and thus did the only thing he could think of that would shock Clavis out of this terrible melancholia.
Parting the silken ebony strands, he lifted the other’s chin with his finger, leaned forward and enveloped Clavis’ lips with his own.