TRYST // Philza X Reader

25

It took a bit to find a room that wasn't war-torn for you to rest in, but eventually Phil did stumble across one - all the way in the east wing of the palace, where there hadn't been too much battle. Caring as he was, he made sure you were comfortable before he headed off to the meeting, leaving you with a gentle pat on the head as you curled up in the bed that you had found. Almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

Thankfully, your body was too exhausted to conjure up any dreams. The king's dead eyes had been haunting you enough while you were awake.

When you had gone to sleep, the sun had still been high in the sky. By the time you woke, it was just hanging over the tops of the trees. The sky was painted in sunset colors, and the golden light fell across your pillow, streaming in from the open window. It wasn't the glare of the sun that woke you up though, it was the gentle sound of the door opening that stirred you from your sleep.

You opened your eyes, rolling over so that you were facing away from the sun. All the adrenaline that was pumping through you had been replaced by a dull ache - no doubt from all the strenuous activity. You felt someone sit down at the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking over to see Phil there, running a hand through his hair.

Your voice still thick with sleep, you asked, "How was the meeting?"

Phil sighed. "Long. Lots of shouting and cursing and telling people they don't know what they're talking about."

You expected him to say more, but he stopped there, just pushing his hat back onto his head. "Everyone came to an agreement in the end though, right?" You asked.

Phil glanced over at you. "I can't say too much about it now, but yes, we reached an agreement in the end." He said. "Thanks to Herobrine's son, actually - he seems like a smart lad. I think there's going to be some sort of an announcement tomorrow about what happens now and who the crown goes to and all that."

"That's good." You said, relieved that everyone had come to some sort of agreement in the end. Things would have only gotten worse if no one could reach a settlement while the kingdom was in uncertain hands. Hopefully whatever they'd agreed upon could try and prevent future conflicts of this nature as well - though you knew that might be wishful thinking, especially with politics.

For a moment, you and Phil just sat in silence together, the sunset rays still falling across both of you as you lounged on the bed. You sat up fully, swinging your legs over the side of the bed so that you were mirroring Phil, both of you facing away from the window now.

"I meant to thank you for staying by my side today." You said, softly breaking the silence. "You've probably saved my life ten times over at this point."

Phil chuckled low in this throat. "We should have kept track..."

You grinned at that as well, leaning back on your hands. "So we know how many times, exactly, I owe you?"

"You don't owe me." Phil said, the teasing edge dropping from his voice.

"I sort of do though." You said, reaching down into your pocket and pulling out the Totem that still, somehow, was miraculously there. "You even gave me a literal Totem of Undying."

"Just for safekeeping." Phil said, holding out his hand for the Totem. You handed it to him, expecting for Phil to slip it into his own pocket, only for him to set it down on the bedside table beside you. "And you did do a great job of keeping it safe."

You looked over to the Totem, it's little emerald eyes just glimmering at you in the dying sunlight. You still felt like you needed to thank Phil - for taking you in, for fixing your ankle, for letting you stay with him, for flying back here with you, for protecting you during the battle. You hadn't even known him for that long, but he had easily become one of the people you trusted most - a trust that you knew ran both ways, since you had carried his secret to immortality around in your pocket.

Still, you knew Phil well enough to know that he wouldn't accept any of your attempts to repay him. So instead, you just reached over, taking Phil's hand that was laying closest to you and winding your fingers together with his, just holding on.

Phil looked down at your now inter-joined hands. "Oh." He said, holding them up slightly. "What's this?"

"I figured you could use a hand to hold." You said. "You didn't even get a break after the fighting."

Phil visibly relaxed as the words left your mouth, and he slumped forward some, squeezing your hand. "I'm so tired I can feel it in my bones."

Using your intertwined hands, you shifted backwards towards the headboard, pulling Phil along with you. Once you were both fully on the bed you laid down, tugging Phil down as well. He flopped on his stomach next to you, wings unfurling and draping across the bed like an extra blanket. He sighed in content as his head hit the pillow, sliding his hat off and tossing it to the ground on the other side of the bed.

"Better?" You asked.

"Much." Phil sighed happily, using your still joined hands to tug you closer. Quickly, and before you could think about it too much, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips - chaste and sweet and lingering for just a moment - before pulling back and snuggling deeper into the mattress. His eyes began to flutter shut, and Phil was out in a matter of minutes - thoroughly exhausted.

You traced a finger over your lips. He'd kissed you.

Strangely, you didn't seem to mind.