𝕱𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘
ꨄ Pairing: Clemens Averink x reader
ꨄ Summary: Spending quality time with your boyfriend, plotless fluff mostly. Had very little time so E.
ꨄ Word Count: 639 words
"Sit still, you're distracting me."
You were sitting in one of the bedrooms chairs, with a book in hand as Clemens played a chess match with himself. While everyone had gotten into a semi festive mood, Clemens only seemed to have gotten more irritated with everything. He placed another pawn forward as he glared at the door. With a sigh, you closed your book.
"You've been pissy all day, something wrong?" You finally pushed, leaning back and crossing your legs. "This is unlike you."
"I simply have no interest in celebration. Nothing but a foolish attempt to raise spirits," Clemens replied as he stopped his solo game to look at you. "It may be of use to them, as for me... I find it a waste of time."
"Because playing chess with yourself is a better use of your time," you sarcastically pointed out, huffing at the cold warden. Clemens glared at you, pulling away from his game of chess.
"I beg your pardon? Most would not dare to speak to me in such a manner," he spoke in a low tone, his brows furrowed.
"Yeah, but I'm not most people, am I?" You smiled, blowing him a kiss. Clemens pinched the bridge of his nose, but didn't argue any further. He knew damn well he put himself in this situation.
"Do not play coy with me," he hummed as he lifted an old mug to his lips, taking a sip of coffee. "As my romantic partner you still have no reason to mock me."
"I'm not mocking you," you mumbled as you leaned your forearms onto your knees. "I just don't understand why you want to spend all day inside. I get it, you're not exactly social... and you don't like most people here. But this is kind of unhealthy, don't you think?"
"I have persisted for centuries now. I prefer my peace of mind much more than those celebrations," he replied, going back to place another piece forward. "You are here with me, that is what I treasure most. The others can try to keep some decorum with these celebrations, yet I see their spirits dampened every year they are imprisoned here."
"And you?' You asked. "Do you feel trapped here. I certainly felt that way when I first came here."
"No," he simply responded. "This is preferably to life out there, at least it was for me."
"Yeah, I can imagine," you mumbled. "You old people sure had rough lives back then."
Getting to your feet, you put your hands on your hips. "Can we at least do something together? I'm going insane sitting around here."
"If you so desire," Clemens mumbled, standing up and locking arms with you. "However, if they cause a fuss I am returning immediately."
"Yeah yeah," you mumbled, kissing his cheek. "We get it, let's go." Clemens let out a sigh as you guided him out to the gardens. Clemens blinked as he gazed upon the snow falling from the sky. His lips pursed as he briefly imagined the snow red. You tore away from him to start messing around in the snow as the cold warden stared ahead with that same stern expression, yet he held much affection in his heart as you messed around.
"You behave as a child would," he mumbled in mild disapproval as you began rolling balls of snow around, your hands changing colour slightly in the cold.
"Yeah, so?" You replied as Clemens took off his cape, placing it around your shoulders and pulling you closer, his arm around you.
"Let us move, otherwise Matthew will have our heads for messing with the gardens," he warned as he pulled you to his side, your head against his shoulder. As he looked at the setting sun another thought crossed his mind
Maybe this wasn't so bad.
