He groaned as he lay in bed, covered in his own sweat. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't sweat from glorified sex or from beautiful weather New Orleans was usually accustomed too; instead it was from the winter time, the only season Facilier hated the most.
Winter slowed business down, the snow kept most people indoors and he'd always catch something; whether it was cold, hay fever, migraines, head colds, viruses and so on.
And this time around, it was fever.
"Told you to invest in better clothing." He heard his wife of six years; tell him as she walked in the room a hot bowl of chicken broth. "Walking around in that tiny blouse and thin jacket made you prone to catching that fever, Francis." She repeatedly told him as he visibly rolled his eyes and sniffled a bit. "This is what you get for not listening to me." She tapped his nose before feeding him a spoon of the broth.
He nonetheless, consumed it in and sulked. "Come on now…give me a big nice smile." She cooed with a small smile while he chose to give her a flat glare instead. "Alright...be sick and grumpy. It'll just take longer for you to get better." She quipped and put the bowl aside while he rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"That only works on the children, Esmé. An' I'm not a child, mind you." He remarked abit brashly but if he was quick, he could scapegoat the season or the fever.
It worked wonders before.
"Excuse me?" she arched a brow as he covered his mouth with a tissue and blew his nose. She crossed her arms, her emerald eyes never leaving focus on his amethysts. "What did you just say?"
"I didn't say anythin'." He shrugged briskly.
"You're sure?" she asked and he nodded. "…Alright then, finish up your soup while I go fix you a nice hot bath." She told him, getting up and making her way to the bathroom to get his bath set up ready.
Before she was able to reach to the bathroom, he called after her. "Es, wait."
She looked over her shoulder, "Yes?"
"…Wouldn't you mind joinin' me after it's set up?" he asked slyly with his trademark devious grin back on his face.
She shrugged coyly and slowly sauntered into the bathroom, winking at him before entering the washroom. He sat there in a bit of a dazed until he heard the water faucet turn on and saw the wardrobe his wife previously have on, thrown into the hallway. He blinked as she peeked her head out and gestured him to follow her. Grinning and willingly, he got up and followed her into the bathroom shortly after.
If this was the special treatment he got for just being sick, then he was sure to enjoy cold weather.
A/N: Figured this be a treat for those who were waiting for the "Like a Moth to a Flame" update. Just so you know the status of that update, it is almost half way done. I'm just stuck at the end so hopefully I'll get around it and post it up eventually n_n. Please review!