Chrome96: I don't own Sable Prince or the characters in anyway. Enjoy!
It was just another cold night that they waited for the sun to grace the lands so they continue their long search for the prince's demon slaying sword. Vilof was asleep in the bed next to the wide awake blond's. Maybe it was the growing fever that Pierre never told Vilof about keeping him awake on these winter nights. Vilof woke to the flutter of sheets and the scratching of pen upon paper. Chucking his pillow at his attendant's head succeeded in making him jump in surprise. "Lord Vilof?" Pierre said turning around to see the man in question quite annoyed. Pierre certainly didn't expect Vilof to wake from such little noise.
"Your loud!" Vilof said clearly irritated by being awake at such a hour. The dim light that emerged from the candle beside Piere revealed the light pink that dusted the attendant's cheeks. The black haired prince blinked a few times at the sight before getting up and stopping in front of Pierre. He leaned toward the apologizing attendant.
"L-Lord Vilof?" Pierre said finally looking up to see Vilof's gazing eyes. A frown settled itself onto Vilof's face as it usually did. However his frown seemed one of worry,
not of prince said nothing and continued to stare as if he was in deep thought.
"Why is your face so flushed?" Vilof finally asked breaking the silence in the room. Pierre blinked a few times in confusion before he realized that Vilof was referring to his fever.
"Did it get worse?" Pierre asked to himself in his head, or so he thought. Pierre began to ponder to himself out loud, though it wasn't his intention. Vilof's eyebrows knit in confusion as he watched his attendant mutter to himself.
"What got worse?" Vilof asked somewhat irritably as he lean closer to take a better look at Pierre's flushed cheeks. "Do you have a fever?" Vilof used his hand to brush Pierre's bangs out of the way before leaning forward. He rested his forehead on his blond companion's.
"Lord Vilof, t-this really isn't necessary. I-I'm fine." Pierre stuttered out as his face grew a much brighter red. Hopefully Vilof didn't notice this as he continued his debate if Pierre had a fever or not. The blond would never admit or tell anyone this but Vilof's cool forehead felt so nice to his blazing one.
"You have a huge fever, you useless liar." Vilof sighed as he moved away from Pierre. Without warming the black haired prince pulled Pierre up out of his chair and to the bed. "Rest." Vilof ordered as he looked away from Pierre confused gaze. "I don't want you collapsing on me." Pierre couldn't help but smile a bit at this. In his own way Vilof was showing his care for blond sidekick.
Chrome96: I'll take requests for oneshot by review of message! Well I hope you liked the oneshot! Just a warning on later chapters this one was very mildly written!
