Word of the Day: Laconic - Using or marked by the use of a minimum of words; brief and pithy; brusque.
Yuuri's explanation was laconic. He barely uttered a word or two before he suddenly stood from his desk, grabbed Wolfram's hand and bolted out the door of his office, dragging a shocked blond behind him.
Yuuri ran and ran down the hallways of Blood Pledge Castle, never really pausing to catch his breath or to offer any explanation as to why the Maou had decided to run from his office in the late afternoon without any prompting.
"You wimp! Where are we going?" Wolfram shrieked as his wrist started to numb with the force that Yuuri was pulling on it.
"No time! Just run!"
They sprinted down a few flights of stairs before finally; Yuuri stopped them in front of the large doors that Wolfram knew led to the ballroom.
"Yuuri…what are we doing?" Wolfram asked, confusion clearly ringing in his tone.
Yuuri grinned and flung the doors open and headed directly to the balcony. He tugged gently on Wolfram's hand, urging him to follow behind his husband.
"Ahhh here we are!" Yuuri grinned as he leaned against the railing, staring at the sky that was lit up with the most vibrant shades of orange and purple that Wolfram had ever experienced. "It seems that it's been far too long since we've been able to share the sunset together…"
Wolfram smiled and grinned at his husband and walked forward, placing his arms around Yuuri's back, twining his fingers together on Yuuri's chest. Yuuri leaned back into the embrace and tilted his head back to kiss Wolfram lightly on the lips. They didn't stop kissing until the sunset and Devi and Greta had eventually found them, both demanding a bedtime story. Together, as a family, Yuuri, Wolfram, Greta, and Devi settled into Yuuri and Wolfram's bed where they all eventually fell asleep, not caring that Greta and Devi both had separate rooms.