A/N: First official continuation! Break Time Part dos? Thought it could stand alone, I suppose. WHATEVER IT'S SHORT…
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So the vacation didn't go as planned.
As evidenced by the presence of Ambrose.
And Raw. And Azkadellia, And guards. And…
You get the idea.
Though DG did finally get some alone time in Finaqua. Cain even managed to sneak away with her and her guards a few times with none of their friends the wiser. Even Raw seemed unaware.
Though that doesn't mean much considering Raw never caught on to Tutor back before the Eclipse… Regardless, it was getting more and more difficult to keep their relationship to themselves and they were considering the pros and cons of just saying 'To Hell with it!' when they fell asleep.
Wrapped in each other's arms. On a chaise by the fire pit. Where the others were going to meet them later.
Well now it was later and Tutor was escorting Azkadellia out to the fire pit.
"Oh! We had better be quiet," Azkadellia observed. She motioned to the sleeping form of Cain turned on his side with his back to them. A blanket was draped over him, almost to his shoulders and he was snoring lightly.
"Why don't we sit down? We can let him sleep for a bit longer while the others join us," Tutor suggested in a stage whisper.
They moved to sit as Azkadellia made another observation.
"What an odd way to sleep."
Tutor looked over at Cain again and noticed how he seemed to be pressed up against the armrest, clearly off-center within the chair. He turned back to Az with a shrug.
"I've learned not to question the Tin Man." Az smiled. "Especially when he's sleep. It's like awakening a great slumbering bear. Best to just leave it be."
They continued to whisper amongst themselves for a few minutes until Ambrose and Raw emerged from the castle. They had two others with them, but they couldn't identify them from this distance.
"Have you seen DG?" Ambrose called when they were closer. "We have guests." He indicated the two figures behind him who they could now tell were Ahamo and Lavender.
On the far side of the fire pit, Cain stirred. His breathing changed and he leaned further into the armrest, an arm rippling under the blanket as he brought a hand out to scrub across his face.
"What?" he muttered groggily.
A soft disgruntled and feminine grunt was also heard.
"You're moving my pillow," DG's voice was heard.
"You're pillow fell asleep," Cain answered shortly. "And is…owww… completely numb…" he muttered, moving his other arm from beneath her head which they could now see over Cain's chest.
Cain shifted more so he was on his back and froze mid-stretch when he noticed the audience they had. DG continued to get comfortable, laying her head on his chest and moving her leg beneath the blanket in order to, what seemed to the observer, hook a leg over his.
When she finally noticed that not only were her friends there, but her parents too, she froze as well. Then she slowly brought her head up and looked from side to side as if she'd find an excuse lying around. Her hair was smushed flat from where she had been pressed up against Cain for an extended period of time. She glanced down at Cain before looking at her parents.
"Hi, Mom. Dad."
"DG…Mr. Cain…" Ahamo returned.
"You've been there the whole time?" asked Azkadellia, her brow furrowed.
Ahamo looked at Azkadellia, alarmed.
Yep. Their vacation was officially over.