My Count Watres

The Maids: Part 1

Victor woke up alone a few hours later to an empty bed. He looked around, confused. "Adrien...?" he stood, buttoning the white shirt he wore. After searching the room top to bottom, he went to question the servants. After learning that he snuck out, Victor returned to his chambers and broke down, his mind spinning with the thoughts of where Adrien could possibly be, and what- or who- he could be doing.

Adrien suddenly bursted into the room in a fit of laughter, a bouquet of white roses clutched in his gloved hands. He reeked of booze and soil for some reason. He stumbled over to Victor, his cheeks flushed and lips curled into a lopsided grin. He tackled the smaller into a tight embrace onto the bed and began to kiss him all over.

"VVVVIIICCCTTTOOORRR," He slurred his name, showing him the roses he had in hand. "Llloooook, I got these for yoooouuu~" He purred, leaning his head down to kiss at his neck.

The smaller male scoffed, taking the roses and swiping Adrien across the face with them, some of the blooms exploding into a petal rain and some thorns catching the drunken man's cheek. "How DARE you stumble in here, DRUNK OFF YOUR ASS, with SWINDLED ROSES, after disappearing WITHOUT WARNING!!!!!" Victor's eyes were red from crying, but it's not like Adrien was in the right state to notice. "Get out of here! Get out!!"

For the first time in what felt like years, tears brimmed his dull green eyes. He raised a gloved hand up to touch his cheek as he felt some kind of wetness there, removing his hand to look down at it. Blood. Blood dripped down his cheek, wide eyed, he turned his head to stare at Victor with a dark look. He was pretty sober now. Or what felt like he was sober.

"You know Victor," He started, standing to his feet and walking to stand in front of the door. The tears never fell, but they still brimmed his slightly hurt eyes.

"I've done everything you have asked of me to please you in anyway. I even went to go see that WITCH with you, even though I didn't really want to. Sure, i'm a thief, a dick that only knows how to lose other people for his own reason and to satisfy his greed. And guess what, for the first time in my life, i'm in love! In love with a Count of all people!" He hissed, trying to regain his posture.

"But, if it makes you happy. I'll leave..Goodnight Count Watres,"

He sighed, turning and swiftly sweeping out of the room with the door closing behind him. In the pile of white petals, was a small piece of paper which had sloppy writing on it. It was to Victor, it read.

"Victor, though I am no more than a thief, I still love you with all of my heart. I would do anything for you, and I hope you'd do the same.

P.S, I think i'm drunk.

~A."

Victor read and reread the note over and over, curling up in his knees as he fell into another bout of sobs. "You idiot... You said you would stay with me..." he sniffled. He cried himself to sleep, staying in his little ball on the floor, clutching what remained of the roses and the note to his broken heart.

Adrien didn't return to the palace that night, making his way to the public bar to drink away his emotions and problems. He'd occasionally get into a bar fight which resulted in a broken nose and bruises all around his body, he's not the type of guy you'd want to fight, luckily he can fight rather well. People would come and go, asking if he was okay but he'd wave it off as nothing. It was a big fat lie. His heart was shattered at Victor's behavior towards him, sure, he came in drunk but he gave him roses and a nice note. What did he do to fuck everything up again?

Victor stayed there. He didn't move, and the servants didn't dare disturb him. When he was like this, it was like treading on thin, broken ice. He could easily snap.