A drabble of Vice taking care of Euden when he gets sick please? Maybe he pushes himself too hard and ends up exhausted.
Wholesome ask is wholesome! Here you go!
Vice and Euden Care Drabble
No one is surprised that Euden has worked himself sick. He carries so much weight on his shoulders that it was only a matter of time before it got to him. He hates being bed-ridden, but Cleo hasn’t given him much of a choice.
Of course, he couldn’t expect his friends to dote over him, and didn’t want them to, but that didn’t stop Vice, who had remained at his side like a stubborn shadow. Even when Euden had told him to leave, that he didn’t need a caretaker, he knew Vice hadn’t left. Not really.
Immediately, the assassin was there. Where he had come from, Euden couldn’t even begin to guess, but he supposed that was part of an assassin’s trade. The look on Vice’s face was anxious, worried, and Euden had to bite back a laugh.
“What’s wrong? I told you, it’s not as bad as Cleo made out.”
Vice grimaced. “Sure, maybe. It’s just… I’m kinda used to killing people, not keeping them alive, you know?”
“Vice, I’m not dying, I’m just sick!”
Euden nearly said ‘no’ straight away out of habit - he’d spent the past day telling Vice not to go out of his way without much use - but remembered the stew Vice had prepared for him earlier, how unfairly delicious it was, and hesitated.
He blinked, and Vice was gone. Euden looked around, wondering how on earth Vice managed to do it, and as soon as he leaned back in his bed Vice had returned, so abruptly Euden nearly jumped.
“I made soup this time,” Vice told him. “I hope you like it.”
Unsurprisingly, the soup was delicious. The broth was creamy but not too rich, and the meat and vegetables in it seemed to sing with flavour. It was perfectly seasoned, but as Euden slurped up another spoonful of the soup, he realised he couldn’t place the herbs Vice had used.
“What’s in this?” Euden asked Vice, who was hovering next to the writing desk where Euden sat. “I don’t recognise the taste.”
Vice straightened a little, looking almost proud. “When I was learning about poisonous herbs-” Euden nearly choked on his mouthful, “I also took note of herbs used for healing. I found a few of them near the castle and added them to the soup.”
Euden shook his head, setting the spoon down next to the now empty bowl.
“If you’re not careful, Vice, you’ll end up sick in bed instead of me!”
At the remark, Vice smirks a little. “Oh yeah? And does that mean you get to take care of me?”
“Trust me,” Euden began a little sheepishly, “you don’t want to try my cooking…”
I made the relationship between Vice and Euden a little ambiguous, so interpret it as you like! I hope you enjoy this little drabble! :D
