Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or this series and I don't wish to make a profit from writing this story.
Author's Note: This is part of the 12 Slayers challenge I'm doing on livejournal. So, this is just a collection of the drabbles I've written for it.
Candlelight
As a youth, Zelgadis had always thought candlelight brought out the beauty in anything. Even an empty bottle of wine could suddenly appear more romantic next to the gentle blaze of the candle. Zelgadis was not a romantic at heart, but he could not deny that the small candle on the table caused the sleeping Amelia to look quite beautiful.
They had spent the last two days researching the town's library for a cure for him. He hadn't even realized how late it actually was until he had entered Amelia's room and found her sleeping at the small table.
Amelia had told him to come see her as soon as he discovered anything new, but Zelgadis did not have the heart to wake her. Now that he thought of it, she had been staying up as late as he had been, so Amelia probably hadn't slept much for the past couple of days.
He quietly set his notes on the table and brushed the hair away from her eyes. The flame flickered as Amelia stirred and shifted slightly.
There was no way Zelgadis could lift her into bed without waking her up, so he would have to go with the nextbest solution. He unfastened his cape and drapped it around Amelia. It wasn't much of a blanket, but at least she wouldn't catch cold.
Amelia stirred and surprised Zelgadis by snuggling deeper into his cape. He chuckled and gently patted her head as he blew out the candle. Lina would probably tease him relentlessly once she saw Amelia in the morning, but that was fine by him. The image he had seen was worth the price.