The sin of gluttony

fool's errand

As he laid me down on the bed. I sprawled across the entire bed. With a sudden burst of energy, I bounced back up and playfully questioned, ''Aren't we supposed to be sleeping together?''

''Only if you desire to.''

Surprisingly, the king of clichés remained silent, without uttering his usual snide remarks.

Ah, how delightful! It's not as if the atmosphere had shifted, but something felt peculiar. I can't quite put my finger on it... but it doesn't bother me.

I drowsily replied, ''well then," and patted the bed beside me, "What are you waiting for?"

He seemed like his body locked physically and mentally.

* Cael's pov *

She expects me.. to sleep beside.. her.. in.. her bed.

"Are you a barbarian?" I asked in a stern voice.

"Excuse me?!" She exclaimed in a voice that reminded me of a vulture.

She was bright red and beemed of anger, without an intake of breath she said: "I- I- offer you my hospitality and this is how I'm perceived!?"

"I-, I didn't intend to lash out," I said as calmly as I could muster, "I am just in disbelief of your reaction."

"I guess it may come as a surprise, but I am a gentleman," I said after steadying myself.

"And how does it apply to this? Would you mind enlightening me?" She also took a calming breath.

I felt the embarrassment emerge from the shadows again: "Are you that clueless! Have your parents taught you nothing?"

Somehow it seemed like this put her at ease and I could see her murmuring something, which seemed like she was saying - thank the Lord.

"You can try again," she stood up and put her finger right to my forehead, "if that thickheaded skull of yours thinks that is enough to fend me off, then you're surely mistaken."

"What is the matter with you?" I murmured and pried her finger gently away from my forehead.

"Do you have no shame?" She bickered, obviously not understanding the severity of a couple together in bed, "You are refusing my hospitality."

"I still won't be sleeping beside you."

"I thought you didn't mind being with me," she said whilst walking away, lying down on the bed, and covered herself in bedsheets. Completely aware of her red dress and how uncomfortable it was, but not paying attention to it.

I dragged my hand across my face, trying to find the right words. "I don't mind being with you, I just... I mean..."

"You don't have to force yourself." She said not pulling the sheet away, putting this barrier between us.

"I'm not forcing myself," I sat down right beside her and contemplated putting my hand on her back and gently stroking it, but that would be inappropriate.

"Just let me try to find my footing, just a second, alright?" I said in a somber tone.

And just like a turtle, she emerged her head beneath her shell, which let me relax knowing that she wasn't holding anything against me.

She sat up and shushed me, "Let me speak, please." She pleaded with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Of course, go ahead," I said not breaking the eye contact.

"I know I've reacted very..."

"Unpleasant?" I offered.

"Yes, but please understand why I've reacted the way I have," she said pulling the blanket completely away and pulling herself closer to me. God, she looked like a little kid. And somehow I still found it cute. How? I tried covering my face, but she took my hands in hers and intertwined them together. And in her typical manner, she tried looking into my eyes ready to continue her string of apologies, "From my understanding, it seems that we just have a friendly banter, yet you still don't favor me enough to be close to me. It makes me feel rather, I guess the right wording would be, unworthy of your or for that matter of anyone's love. I know it seems that I'm far too sensitive, but I can't help it. I've tried to grow out of that habit and not try to run away from my problems, like what I did just now. Hiding from you under a bedsheet probably wasn't pleasant." I snickered, which made her shy. But a second later she also laughed a little along with me, "I just have to get used to this all and-"

I put my finger on her lips, making sure that she understood why I was trying to silence her. ''Shhhh...'' 

"I'll continue if you don't mind," she looked flustered from my sudden interference. "I've got things to express myself if you permit me."

She was gazing straight at me, seeing right through me. Without a warning, she laid her head on my shoulder whispering. "I'm ready."

"Forgive me if I don't say everything elegantly like you just did." I could feel her snicker from my shoulder, which made me keep going, "I do not like expressing my opinions and even more so my emotions."

She was listening intensely, eyes like buttons.

caels building - diary entry

I've always been a melancholic who wouldn't believe in happiness, yes, I was rather grateful for my status, but I wouldn't say I was delighted. That was until I met this woman who was beeming with happiness, and was honestly quite shameful, but how did that make me fall in love with her? One day I woke up from a daydream, I've never had those. Oh, the things I'd do for her and to her... stroke her hair, brush her hair, make her lay in my lap sleeping soundly while I would be playing with her hair and hands, I'd push a strand out of her hair. Why am I even writing this diary entry. I didn't even have a diary before my princess suggested it. Oh, when did I swoon and fall face-flat into this whole lovey-dovey thing....

author's note:

very improtant note:

 this diary entry (and any of them) could be set at any time frame in this story. Basically diary entries could be from the future(future as a time when the story has progressed further than as of this chapter) o r it could be set in this specific time frame

I feel like this could be a great spark in the story.