Disclaimer: I don't own Blackbird.

Title: Goodnight
Genre: Humor/Romance?
Pairing: Veloce/Blackbird
Rating: PG-13 for some sensual themes

"Master Visrin! What are you doing still up?"

She looked up from her book and smiled at her servant. "I should ask you the same question, Vocruen." The old grandfather clock on the wall stated that it was well 4:00am in the morning. Vocruen had went to bed about five hours earlier, telling his young ward and promising her to go to sleep. Yet he found her there still reading the same book.

Veloce had traveled practically the entire world, after several years of searching she found her servant exiled, and quarantined from humanity, deep in the Maelstrom. The government had given him everything, a glamorous new home, land/property, and money was no longer an issue - at the high price of no longer keeping in contact with the rest of the world. Veloce was angry when she had first heard of this.

In fact, she struck Vocruen across the face.

It took everything Keritzel, Weirin, and Iriel had to prevent Veloce from bashing the poor priest into mince meat. No doubt, there was pain in her eyes. In a few hours time, ranging from screaming of rage and to crying, Veloce came to understanding his position and decidedly stay with him. Her friends argued. Keritzel wanted her to stay with him and Weirin. Weirin stayed quiet although Vocruen can see clearly that she was relieved. Iriel, the small feline-beast held on Veloce's outer jacket, crying and wishing that he could stay with her. In the end, Keritzel and Weirin returned to Kronzel, and Iriel also promised returned to his tribe- not before forcibly clinging on to Veloce and continuously begging her to take him in. There were very little magic users left in the world. They wouldn't step out of hiding due to ridicule of the human race even with the Prohibition lifted. A messenger pigeon came for Veloce the other day from Weirin that Keri had spoken to the government. They had gotten married as they had returned. Weirin was expecting.

Blackbird showed up a few times during their travels, to battle again with Veloce. Every time she had cornered the mage, Blackbird would then stop. She delivered enough damage to Veloce - enough to hinder her movements but she had never struck the final blow. Since the lift of the prohibition, Blackbird's attacks weren't heard from again.

"I was awaken by thirst." Vocruen smiled. "You did not answer my question, Master Visrin."

Veloce settled back in her chair, a bit nervous, "I'm... I'll be right up."

"Rest is good for the body and soul, if you do not rest, you'll grow up ugly, young Miss."

"I AM grown, Vocruen." Veloce smirked,

"I forget, young miss."

It was true. Vocruen would look at her and he would see that same eight-year old asking if he can read her the Exorcist. Alas, reality was harsh to him as he now faces a fully grown twenty something old woman gazing back at him. Ironically the Exorcist was in her lap, she was reading her favorite part again. He loved her dearly - while he became her parent, she became his daughter. He often looked out for her, but reminded himself that now she was an adult.

"Don't fret Vocruen, I'll be up shortly."

The servant gave her a suspicious look. "Alright, I trust you Veloce."

Veloce shifted, "Yes, Yes. Well, Goodnight."

Vocruen bid her good night. Once he was in his room (and well noting as he passed Veloce's room, how messy it was), he heard several noises from downstairs, thumping, shuffling, and then a shutting of a window. Snuggling under his covers he was about to drift into the realm of dreams when he heard voices.

"Hello, my darling. Have you missed me?"

"…Keep your voice down."

"Oh! As demanding as always! You know I love it when you are in charge, you take it oh-so roughly-"

"Shh!"

"Like the other times when we were alone stargazing- You can't keep your hands off me-"

"I said to keep it down!"

The servant heard the annoy hiss from his ward. It was strange that she was speaking to herself in such a manner. Perhaps she had picked up some imaginary friends during her travels? His ward's voice was passive and cold - the mysterious voice was much sultrier and deeming impossible to imitate.

"Ooh not so submissive anymore-"

"Y-You!"

There was some sign of struggle, a collapse on the floor and the ripping of clothes. After a few minutes of silence Vocruen closed his eyes - Veloce has finally gone to bed. Soft sounds begin to penetrate the walls between his and Veloce's room. Inwardly he cursed giving her the room next door. Groans and grunts escalated loudly before silence took over once again. Sighing happily, Vocruen gripped the sheets tightly and turned to his side, facing away from the wall he gladly allowed sleep to take over his mind.

Some time later...

"OOhhh--"

"Ah"

The priest slapped his pillow in frustration. This was his third time attempting to sleep and the noises had awakened him up once again. What in God's name was Veloce doing in there?! Angrily, slipping on his outer robe, was about to barge in her room when he recognized her voice screaming out Blackbird's name. A sudden flashback occurred to the servant as he recalled his old bachelor days. With a heavy sigh, he returned to his room and made a mental note to himself to teach her a silence spell or he'll never get any sleep.

-FIN-

Veloce was up waiting for Blackbird, in case you didn't catch it. :D