I'm Always Here For You
Chapter 3 :: Over Protective
Gwendal opened the door, to find that it was Stoffel. He really wanted to just slam the door in his face and carry on kissing the brunet like there was no tomorrow...But, that would be highly un-princely like. He sighed mentally to him self...He really hated this man.
"Ah good after noon Gwendal!" Stoffel walked in with a smile plastered on his face and stopped right before Conrart "Now you little half-breed, are you going to behave?"
A growl escaped Gwendal 's throat as he walked up to his idiotic uncle. As he reached Stoffel, he grabbed the back of his clothing and dragged him out of the room "He is not an animal!" With that said, he slammed the door in Stoffel's face. He turned around to find Conrart...Blushing. He chuckled to himself, he was so adorable.
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Gwendal sat there, under the big oak tree that stood alone at the top of a huge greenery filled hill. All he could think about was Conrart and that...That kiss! That damn kiss that should never ever had happened! He tried to think about something else, but they always led back to Conrart somehow. He would try to think about his child hood, but they always lead to Conrart being so cute with his huge brown eyes. He would try and think about his mother, but then that woud lead to how much Conrart and his mother was so much alike! God, this was just annoying! Was he in love with his own brother? No no...It wasn't love...It couldn't be! It was probably just a crush...Yeah, a crush. That's all. Gwendal sighed and looked over at the castle, he could see into the castle gardens. (The tree wasn't that far away lol) He could see all the flowers his mother had grown. And then he saw the one person that was always on his mind...Conrart. The brunet was sat in the gardens by the fountin playing his violin. The sun caught the beautiful chocolate brown locks, there were hints of reds, different browns, he was breathtakingly beautiful. He really didn't understand why no one had snatched him up yet! He watched him play for a little while, closing his eyes as the wind carried the sound of the beautiful piece of music Conrart was playing. It was one of Conrarts own pieces of music, he wrote it when he was young. It was a soft piece, one of Gwendal's favourites.
Then there was a sound of wood breaking, his eyes shot open and he saw Conrart's violin smashed to smithereens on the castle grounds. Then he saw Hube standing over Conrart, a hand had struck his brothers cheek...Hard. Gwendal got up and walked quickly over to his brother "Hubel! What do you think you're doing?" When Gwendal had reached them, he stood between Conrart and his so called cousin.
"Why does it matter to you Lord Von Voltaire?" He stood back slightly as the younger male stood between him and the pathetic half-breed. "Why?" He paused and stood next to Conrart, placing a gentle hand on his shoudler "He is my brother, that's why"
Hube laughed bitterly "Your brother? He is just a half-breed, he should be down in the stables cleaning the horses shit, not prancing around here unleashed...He shouldn't even exsist" Thats it, Gwendal snapped. He brought his hand up and went to punch his stupid cousin right in the mouth, but was supprizingly stopped by Conrart.
"Conrart...What are you doing?" Conrart looked up at his brother "Gwendal don't...Please...He's not worth it..." Gwendal paused as he looked at his brother, but he slowly brought his hand down and looked at Hube "If you ever...Ever hurt my Brother again. I will not be stopped by anyone" Hube just stared at his cousin in shock for a little while and slowly walked away.
Gwendal turned around to see Conrart on his knees, picking up his now borken precious violin. He eyes soften as he saw Conrart pick up a piece of the violion's fingerboard. This violin was gift from his father when he first started to learn how to play. His father had it made from Conrart favourite woods, there was Purpleheart and Rosewood, it looked rather spectacular. His father had even got something inscripted on fingerboard "Be such a man my son, and live such a life, that if every man were such as you, and every life such as yours, this world would be God's paradise" Gwendal knelt next to his brother and watched as a delicate finger graced over the words on his violin's fingerboard. His father would be proud, he had turned into a great man. He smiled and started to help Conrart pick up the pieces of wood.
They sat in silence as they picked up the sharp pieces of wood, not knowing what to say. It was quite awkward between them since the kiss...Gwendal couldn't really blame Conrart for being so quiet with him. They were brothers after all...What was he thinking? Kissing his brother. But Gwendal couldn't help but think about that kiss, it felt good...Really good. He was brought out of his musing when someone yelped. He looked around and saw no one, but then his attention was brought to Conrart's hands...There was blood running down his fingers and dripping onto the floor. He was quick to open his jack and rip a piece of his shirt and wrap Conrart's delicate hand in the clean, white fabric.
"A-Ah..." Conrart winced and tried to free his hands from the strong grip, bur fialed as it just caused more pain. "Shh stay still. You'll only hurt yourself more Conrart" He gently held Conrart hands in his own, using his other to look at the damage. "You have a few small splinters and quite a big splinter in your right hand" He paused and picked himself and Conrart up "You'll be fine. But you won't be able to use your hands for a few days" Conrart sighed, it was only a few splinters.
Gwendal has also been over protective
A / N :: Helloooo! What did you think? Sorry the chapter was small, promise the next one will be longer ^^ Please R & R! Thank you to those who have reviewed, love ya hehe xD
I found the quote online, I changed a word :: 'Earth' to 'World'. Credit to the owner of the quote.
Next chapter up soooooon!
