A/N: These drabbles are a continuation of 'Of Troubles and Butterflies' as requested by Blue bird of paradise.
Of Bushes and Criminals
Word Count: 300
"My Lord, I fear you are overreacting regarding this delicate matter," Gejutel tried to reason with the blond noble futilely. He was beginning to feel rather cramped behind the thorny bush they had been hiding in for the better part of an hour now. They had been stalking Raskreia who had been stalking Frankenstein – seemingly covertly.
"Nonsense, Gejutel! Do you expect me to sit back idly and watch as that peacock corrupts my only daughter!?" the Lord hissed with outrage marring his elegant features.
"I merely see no point in hiding ourselves like criminals," Gejutel explained once more, being fully aware of the ludicrousness of this situation.
"She is merely watching him for now, but who knows what might happen later on? We need to be prepared for the worst!" the Lord argued passionately, refusing to be placated so easily.
"And what would that be, Lord?" Gejutel dared to ask with trepidation. He was certain he would not like the answer he was about to receive.
"What if that peacock gives in to his male urges and decides to have his way with my little girl? Men are animals!" the Lord explained his controversial logic and Gejutel stifled a sigh in defeat.
"I hope you are not including me as well in that category, Lord," Gejutel raised a finely arched brow in an attempt to make the Lord understand that not all men were after his daughter. If he could understand this fact, then perhaps this charade would finally come to an end.
"You – absurd! Rest assured, Gejutel. No woman would feel threatened in your presence. I do not believe there are women of your age left who can view you as a man any longer," the Lord patted the white haired noble on his shoulder with a reassuring smile.
Of Girls and Defiance
Word Count: 350
"Come out now, little girl. It's terribly rude to follow someone in secret for so long," Frankenstein called with an amused tone.
"I was not following you. We merely walked towards the same destination," Raskreia muttered softly, refusing to make eye contact with him, her cheeks dyed a rosy hue.
"Oh? I'm returning to the mansion. Did you wish to visit my master then?" Frankenstein asked with a half grin, choosing not to embarrass the girl further.
"Yes, I wish to visit Raizel-nim," Raskreia agreed with a defiant tone, finally raising her eyes to pin him with haughty expression, daring him to contradict her.
"Very well. Then come along, little girl. My master will be happy to receive so many visitors today," Frankenstein conceded with a small bow, taking Raskreia by the elbow gently to lead the way. He threw a wink towards a very suspicious bush before continuing ahead unperturbed.
"I-I have a name – not little girl…" Raskreia mumbled, her whole face painted a bright crimson color at his close proximity.
"And what a lovely name it is, my lady," Frankenstein complimented her, his lips curved in a devious grin.
"Unhand my daughter lest you wish to be detained in the dungeons!" an enraged voice bellowed as the Lord finally chose to reveal himself. Leaves were stuck in his hair, the long blond mane resembling a broom now.
"My Lord, please calm down. I am sure that Frankenstein was jesting, were you not?" Gejutel made a sudden appearance beside the lord, trying to fix his ruined clothing with no success. He leveled the blond human with a frosty glare, conveying mutely that now was not a time for foolish bravado.
"But of course. Do not compare me to that skirt chasing clan leader – I forget his name at the moment," Frankenstein shot back with a feigned offended expression.
"That pervert is a close friend of mine! Watch your tongue, you damn peacock!" the Lord exclaimed with a small huff.
You just called him a pervert yourself… both Frankenstein and Gejutel thought, exhaling a deep sigh at the same time.
Of Guests and Disagreements
Word Count: 150
"I have returned with guests, Master. I shall now excuse myself to prepare the tea," Frankenstein announced after all had arrived to the mansion in tense silence.
"Gejutel," the Noblesse addressed the white haired noble regally.
"Yes, Raizel-nim?" Gejutel fumbled with his clothes, trying to look presentable before the Noblesse.
"I sense a rather strong killing aura. It is… unpleasant," the Noblesse stated bluntly with a sideways glance to the pair behind Gejutel. The Lord and his daughter had been locked in a staring contest ever since their arrival.
"The Lord had a disagreement with his daughter. Do not concern yourself, Raizel-nim. I will try to resolve this as soon as possible," Gejutel laughed nervously, not knowing how to explain in words what had happened, before he exhaled a troubled sigh.
"I see," the dark haired man approached the fidgeting noble and patted his shoulder twice with a small nod.