Well... um, it's been a LONG time since I've updated. I guess I just lacked inspiration... I still do, but forced myself to write this... sorry if it doesn't seem up to par.

Warnings: Fluff, Gillam.

Dragon Knight Snippets: Waking Up

I was used to being woken by Ram. He was an early riser, and to my exasperation, he seemed unable to hold himself back from waking me up to relieve his boredom, or loneliness. The days he had something mundane enough to keep himself occupied so that he didn't need to wake me up to show me the new flower he'd found outside, or the snowman he'd built in the snow, or some other silly thing, he'd decided that it was amusing to wake me up anyway. So he'd devised new and interesting ways (for him, at least) to rouse me from my sleep. He was like a child that could not repress the need for having someone around to show off to, to hang on to like an attention-starved child. For all the exasperation it caused me for being unable to sleep in the extra hours I craved, it was rather an endearing quality.

He was always petting me and calling me cute, and constantly complimenting me with some other observation about how adorable I am. I think he's insane. Then again, I like being treated with the affection he showers me with, so I'm not about to complain. I don't know how he doesn't see that he's the one with the adorable traits.

The way he hummed as he cooked, or the way he'd smile at me from underneath the covers when it was cold, or how he'd beg me to come out for a walk with him were just some of the moments when I would stop and just stare at him, taking and digesting the flash of feeling that sprouted from noticing those small traits of his. I often acted exasperated and made rather sarcastic remarks, but I loved his impatience for going outside when it was raining, or how he'd complain of the cold he'd get when he went out while it was still pouring outside, even though he'd been completely excited the whole time.

I liked watching him when he was reading. His magnetic personality was also a very candid one, and I liked to watch the expressions on his face as he read. Sometimes, in a particularly funny book, he would stop to read me a certain passage, and I would sit and just barely let my amusement show on my face, turning my face away save for occasional glances to acknowledge his words.

My favorite expression on his face was surprise. His eyes were so large and jewel-like, unlike my single, jaded eye, which provided very little in expression. That was why, one morning when the songs of the birds had somehow managed to rouse me so that there was no chance of my falling asleep again, and I noticed that Ram was still slumbering peacefully next to me, there was something I could do.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed, leaving the warm covers, shivering slightly. I turned on the faucet in the kitchen to cold, and dipped my hands in it until the freezing water had almost numbed them. I then went back to bed.

I'm sure it's not hard to figure out what came next. Leaning over him, I bent down to kiss his lips lightly just as I pressed my freezing hands on his bare chest, and his eyes flew open like gunshots had been fired.

"Giiiil!"

Yes, considering the adorable expression of surprise on his face, I guess I couldn't blame him doing the same to me everyday.

Yeah, and this is also in first person, which I've never done for a snippet before... :shrug: I'll make sure to make the next one worthwhile, sorry for the not-so-goodness of this one.