Day #9: Comfort
Night has befallen London. As the common folk and nobles rested in their warm beds, a storm began to brew in the dark clouds in the atmosphere. Gentle pads of water droplets sprang themselves against the windows of the Phantomhive estate, leaving tear streaks as they made their way down the clear glass. While the clouds continued to darken, an old acquaintance of the rain came to join in on the fun.
When the first crackle of thunder broke the silence of the land past the rain, the Phantomhive quickly straightened up in her bed. Normally, she would have been able to sleep through the storm, but something was keeping her from doing just that. The unsettling sensation of fear welled into two beautifully contrasting eyes that adjusted to the darkness. Tiredly looking towards her window, the continuous flash of lightning putting on a show behind the fabric. Biting down on her lower lip, the young woman pulled herself out of her bed and snuck out past the door. Only a few steps down the hall from Cecilia's room..was her Knight.
Quietly opening the door, the girl made sure that he was sound asleep before she crept inside. Shutting the door silently behind her, she tip toed her way over to his bed. Not even asking for permission, Cecilia climbed underneath the covers so that her forehead rested against his chest.
Noticing the movements of his bed, the blonde's tired emerald eyes opened. Looking down at the woman besides him, he couldn't help but put on a fatigued smile. "..Is the storm scaring you, Cilia?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as the thunder and lightning continued to clash outside against the rain.
Hearing her childhood nickname, the Countess became flustered but was thankful to be under the cover of darkness. "..Shut up." Was all she could really say. Far too embarrassed to even have a decent explanation. "I..I just don't want to sleep alone right now.."
Of course, Elliot knew his Queen was lying to him, but he was too tired to even argue with her. Keeping his smile, he wrapped his arms protectively around her slim waist and held her close. Breathing in her scent of rose gardens and jasmine as he rested his forehead against the top of her head. "..It's alright, love. I'll protect you.." He whispered against unruly navy hair before the duo eventually fell into comatose.
In the morning, the sun was beginning to rise and the birds chirped their songs merrily. The storm had passed and left its wet footprint on the grounds of the estate. When Sebastian went to bring his Mistress her breakfast and tea, he was surprised to see that the bed was empty. Sheets mingled and not made. Raising an eyebrow, a mocking grin crossed his lips as he closed the door and went to the next possible explanation.
Opening the door without knocking, he saw the original inhabitant of the room. Already awake, he was laying on his back while his arm was wrapped around something still bundled up in the blankets. From the mop of curly navy hair, the Butler could only suspect that it was his Mistress. With her head resting on her fiance's chest, she slept so peacefully.
Bringing a single digit to his lips, Elliot gave a sign to Sebastian to not wake her. Courteous, the blacknette nodded his head and bowed in respect with a soft smile to his lips. Turning, he left the room and silently shut the door behind him, allowing the couple to take it easy for the rest of the morning.
