Droxinia Oneshots

A Slow Recovery(Part 2 of "Pinned Like a Beetle")

"Thank you Elizabeth.." Gloxinia says softly. He's been slowly recovering, but he's still trying to readjust.
"Of course, Sir Gloxinia!" Elizabeth says as she braids Gloxinia's hair. She weaves flowers into the faerie's hair and when she's done she pins the braid up on the top of his head. She did this so that she could have better access to Gloxinia's back.
"I'm glad you are getting better. I'm glad you simply woke up." Elizabeth says as she treats and redresses the wounds on Gloxinia's back. Gloxinia nods.
Recently, Drole had been keeping Basquias away from Gloxinia so the faerie doesn't over exert himself. Gloxinia also sleeps for longer than he did before he was kidnapped. Thats really all the faerie does now and to say that Gloxinia sleeping for 4 days straight worries Drole would be a huge understatement.
Drole spends almost every second of the day sitting next to Gloxinia's bedside, and when he's not he's gathering ingredients and herbs for Elizabeth or Ban, or teaching Diane a new skill.
Gloxinia is his world. To lose the faerie would be to lose his will to live. Drole fears that Gloxinia will one day fall asleep and not wake up, so he sits by Gloxinia's bedside and watches him. He makes sure the faeries breathing doesn't stop and he's there when Gloxinia has a nightmare.
"Do you mind if I touch your wings?" Elizabeth asks gently, holding Gloxinia's small hands in hers. "I suppose not. Just.. don't touch them for too long.." Elizabeth smiles and lifts her hands to Gloxinia's wings. Both her hands encompass one of the slits that is currently in the faerie's wing. Elizabeth hums as she heals the slits up a bit more.
There is a knock at the door.
"May I come in?" A familiar voice asks from the other side. Both people in the room recognized the voice as Drole. "Yes, sir Drole."
The door creaks open and Drole steps inside, closing the door behind him. He goes and sits down next to Gloxinia, who slumps over onto the giant. "Did Elizabeth do your hair?" Drole asks. He receives a tired nod from Gloxinia. "I think it looks lovely. Both practical and beautiful." Drole says, planting a kiss on the top of Gloxinia's head.
Gloxinia smiles softly, pulling himself into Drole's lap.
"Elizabeth? Do you think he is healed enough to be allowed Basquias back?" Drole asks, tilting his head a bit. Elizabeth scoots forward and takes one of Gloxinia's hands, unwrapping the bandages there. "I think he should be able to use it now. As long as he isn't using it all the time or is using something Moon Rose, he should be fine." Elizabeth says as she talks. She heals more of Gloxinia's hands, wrapping them back up after.
"If he just wants to wrap himself up in Emerald Octo, I think he should be fine." She finishes healing Gloxinia's other hand and gets up with a smile.
"I will leave you two alone then." Elizabeth Says as she walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"How are you feeling, my flower?" Drole asks lovingly, pressing his forehead against Gloxinia's. "Like shit in all honesty.." the red haired faerie groans, pulling himself into Drole's lap and cuddling up there.
Normally Gloxinia doesn't have a problem with staying warm. He likes sitting out in the sun and cuddling up next to warm people(and always will no matter the temperature), but lately he's had to wear extra layers of clothing around. Because of how sick he's been as of late, he can't keep that warm.
Drole smiles and places his chin on top of Gloxinia's head, taking the faerie's hand in his and rubbing his thumb over Gloxinia's hand. "The current Faerie King is here to see you. I think he is visiting with Meliodas at the moment, so you have time." Drole says, kissing the top of Gloxinia's head. Drole grabs the blanket that is currently laid atop the bed and drapes it carefully around Gloxinia's shoulders, holding the cold faerie close to his body.
After quite a few moments of both sitting there(and Gloxinia falling asleep multiple times), both decide they should go downstairs and walk around and socialize a bit. So, Drole picks Gloxinia up and fixes the blanket over his shoulders.
"Love? Could you help me put on a shirt please? I'm cold." Gloxinia groans a bit, pressing his side up against Drole in an attempt to stay warm.
Drole smiles with a small chuckle, bringing the faerie to the bed and helping him into a few layers of clothing so he doesn't freeze.
"Better?" Drole asks once the third shirt is over Gloxinia's head and his wings have been inserted into the slits on the back. Gloxinia nods with a yawn. Drole nods back, picking Gloxinia back up and starting to carry him downstairs.
Downstairs King is talking with Meliodas, Ban and Elizabeth cooking in the kitchen. A sweet, nostalgic smell fills the room. "Why wasn't I informed Ban was making soup?" Gloxinia grumbles jokingly, yawning as he speaks.
"They just started Glox." Drole says with a smile as he steps out into the room.
"King Gloxinia!" King says as soon as they enter the room. Gloxinia dips his head a bit tiredly. "Faerie King Harlequin. It's nice to see you." King smiles. "Please, call me King. And it's nice to see you too! Are you feeling better? I'm so sorry I was unable to arrive sooner.. a lot of things happened in the Faerie King's Forest and I had to fix those problems before I could do anything else." King blabbers. "I'm feeling great if you want the optimistic version. But if you want the cold hard truth, I feel like shit."
King chuckles. "I don't doubt it. Have you been sleeping okay? I Gerheade heard of your condition and made you a care package." King says, picking up a handwoven basket from one of the tables and bringing it to Gloxinia and Drole. "Oh well that was very kind of her. When you see her, tell her I said hi." Gloxinia says, his voice starting to go hoarse.
Elizabeth pulls cookies out of the oven and a sweet aroma fills the room. "Everyone! I made cookies! Specifically clover flower cookies." Elizabeth puts the cookies out to cool. Gloxinia gets this really emotion look on his face.
As a child, Gloxinia ate these cookies and the soup that he knows Ban is making(Elaine probably taught him how to make it, and Gerheade taught her), so he's been in a bit of nostalgia since they stepped into the room. Drole smiles, going to a seat bed sitting down, holding Gloxinia in his lap and gently running his fingers through the faeries hair. "You told them didn't you you dirty scoundrel." Gloxinia giggles, sticking his tongue out at Drole.
"I might have." Drole says in response, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. In no time at all the cookies are cooled and Elizabeth brings over a plate of the cookies. Gloxinia dips his head in a silent thanks and picks up a cookie, nibbling on it while he listens to everyone talk.
King and Meliodas get into a small argument over some insignificant thing. What was the insignificant thing? Honestly, Gloxinia doesn't know. "Soup is ready." Ban says, taking the pot off of the stove and setting it down on a different surface to let it cool a bit.
"What soup did y'a make?" Meliodas asks in his normally chipper voice. "A soup Elaine taught me how to make. She said that Gerheade taught her how to make it or somethin'." Ban says, taking some bowls out of the cupboard and starting to fill a bowl. He places the bowl on a tray and fills another, setting that one down as well, placing spoons and napkins next to the bowls. He nods, Elizabeth taking the tray and taking it to the people sitting at the tables. She brings the first bowl to Gloxinia, setting it down next to Drole. She brings the second bowl to King and sets it down. She smiles and heads back to Ban, who already had a few more bowls filled. He helps place those on the tray and she goes back out to give everyone a bowl.
Gloxinia sits up, pulling himself out of Drole's lap and to the bowl. He picks up the spoon, a shake still in his fingers. It's not that noticeable to someone who doesn't know the faerie, but if you know what to look for, you can easily see it. Gloxinia relaxes his hand a bit and the shaking stops a bit. He puts the spoon into the soup, the warm liquid filling the spoon. He lifts it up to his lips and blows, steam coming off the soup and being blown away from his face when he blows.
When Gloxinia deemed the spoonful of soup to be cooled enough he sips on the soup. The taste of the soup was just as he remembered it, and a nostalgia feeling bubbled in his chest.
"Is it okay? This is only the third time I've made it." Ban says, lifting an eyebrow. Gloxinia nods quickly, swallowing the soup so he can respond. "Yes! It's really good. Just like I remember it."
"Just making sure. You had this weird look on your face." Gloxinia giggles a bit. "Nothing's wrong. Just a little nostalgic. Gerheade made this for me a lot."
"Drole. You should learn how to make it." Ban says, taking a cookie and nibbling on it. Drole smiles with a chuckle. "I can't cook for the life of me."
"Bet it's not as bad as the captain's cooking." King says as he sips on the soup. Drole giggles in response. "I bet not. I don't know how he manages to get things to taste that bad."
Giggles and laughs spread through the room.

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