A/N: The first drabble contains sexual innuendo, nothing too obscene, though. I did not deem it necessary to up the rating, but I thought it wise to give a fair warning.
Of Spears and Allegations
Word Count: 350
"I forbid it," the Lord stated, voice carrying an unyielding nuance and unwonted sternness contorting his handsome features.
"But Father –" Raskreia protested with a sulky – almost pouting – timbre.
"You are far too inexperienced and your skills are considerably lacking. I am doing this for your benefit, Raskreia. You are not yet capable of defending yourself against a spear – much less his spear!" the blond noble insisted vehemently, emphasizing his last sentence.
"If I may speak, Lord?" Frankenstein interrupted their heated staring contest, perusing the dark haired girl with a contemplative expression.
"You cannot expect her to improve her fighting capabilities without battle simulation," he then added logically. Raskreia graced him with a small tentative smile, further increasing her father's displeasure.
"I will not have her take lessons from a reckless individual who has no regard for his opponent's welfare – or anyone else's in the near vicinity for that matter – even amidst a mock-battle," the Lord pointed out with uncharacteristic ire, moving to stand between his daughter and the human male.
"If you keep coddling her then she will never learn how to handle a man's spear," Frankenstein remarked, lips curving in a deviant grin.
"You –" the Lord sputtered, flabbergasted at the risqué insinuation.
"The Lord is correct, Frankenstein. Your spear is far too rough a weapon for an untaught female," Gejutel intervened in his lord's support, completely missing the veiled reference, and making matters worse in his obliviousness.
"Gejutel –" the Lord exclaimed in utter shock.
"Would you have her spar against your mighty lance then?" the scientist mocked the white haired noble, enjoying his cluelessness immensely.
"A smaller weapon – such as Ragar's daggers – would be a more suitable choice," Gejutel proposed after a small pause, his forehead creased in deliberation.
"Raizel, I hereby ask that you perform your duties as the Noblesse and sentence both into eternal sleep," the Lord commanded, seething at the lewd exchange.
"Under what allegations?" the Noblesse queried in blatant disinterest, unaware of the nefarious word play that had just taken place, and the Lord pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
Of Personalities and Research
Word Count: 200
"Is it possible to alter one's personality through scientific means?" Gejutel asked with genuine curiosity.
"You surprise me, Gejutel. I never expected you to pose such an intriguing question," Frankenstein chuckled, amused.
"It is a simple yes or no answer, Frankenstein," the white haired noble snapped at him, not appreciating being taken for a fool.
"That is where you are wrong; there is a third answer. Possibly. I have never conducted such a research; therefore, I am unable to reply with certainty. However, if you are willing to provide me with experimental materials then I might be tempted to test that theory," the blond scientist returned in all seriousness, deciding to indulge his prissy companion.
Gejutel hummed lightly after Frankenstein's thorough explanation, his crimson gaze scanning the room to focus on a familiar blond noble. Frankenstein followed the Gaju's gaze, his lips twitching in wry dismay at the object of Gejutel's attention.
"Even without proper research, I am afraid it is a lost cause in this particular case," he remarked dryly, exchanging a brief glance of mutual understanding with the white haired noble for the first time since their acquaintance.
"I thought as much," Gejutel commented, exhaling a heavy sigh.
Of Letters and Cheerfulness
Word Count: 200
"Karias has been in an awfully cheerful mood these past few weeks. It is rather… unpleasant," Rozaria huffed, observing the flamboyant noble through narrow eyes. Karias was suspiciously mumbling to himself, bursting out in joyful laughter every five minutes or so.
"He claims to have a secret admirer. They have been exchanging letters on a frequent basis," Ludis provided, scarlet gaze shadowed with peculiar discomfort.
"That is disturbing for so many reasons I do not know which one to list first," the redheaded noble made a sound of utter distaste at the unexpected news.
"Indeed. It is highly disturbing. I recognize the handwriting," Ludis nodded grimly, shaking his head.
"Who is the poor woman who has lost her sanity to flirt with Karias?" Rozaria exclaimed, voice bathed in disbelief.
"The Lord," the gray haired noble deadpanned.
"Excuse me? Why would the Lord do such a thing?" Rozaria rasped, her gaze widening dramatically at his preposterous admission.
"He is beyond himself with boredom? He finds it an amusing pastime? He is merely being himself?" Ludis shrugged, unwilling to delve further into their lord's unconventional thought patterns. Rozaria wisely chose to copy his example, ceasing any further questioning regarding this bizarre incident.