The next couple weeks had gone by in a blur. Gwen and Giles had kept a busy schedule - many nights spent in hotels, many days spent in different countries, several late nights spent drinking and chatting with anyone and everyone - mostly models who looked like they had an almond for dinner. Giles had decided against going to the Comic Con, instead going back to London to spend time with his family and work on 'something special.' Gwen had no idea what that entailed, but it made her feel equally excited and uneasy.
The Con was draining, as they always were, but it was different without any other cast members there - it was lonely and a little frightening. At least if Nikolaj or Giles were there, she'd have someone to keep the other half of her bed warm when she wasn't surrounded by thousands of fans. Her lovely manager came along with her, as he always did, but even he was in on a separate floor of the hotel.
Gwendoline sat on her rather bland and boring bed, sighing in relief as she shed off her coat and shoes. These Dior's need insoles. Good lord my feet hurt. She groaned and laid back, her feet still on the floor. Just as she closed her eyes, her phone began to vibrate in her jacket pocket. She blindly patted around for it beside her, without any luck she murmured out a string of curses. Heaving herself up and finally opening her eyes, she grabbed it with no issue.
Nikolaj wanted to FaceTime . Gwen laid back down after hitting 'accept,' letting him have a lovely view of the ceiling.
There was a slight pause from him. You could practically hear the wheels turning in his head, grasping for something witty to say. "Well, Gwendoline, you're looking very pale." There it is. She knew he was grinning like an idiot.
She rubbed her face with a yawn. "Don't make me beat you when I get home."
Nik huffed out a laugh. "Promise? Gwen, baby, what's wrong? Why am I staring at nothing?"
She grabbed the phone and held it up over her, flipping him the bird with a half-smirk. "Happy?"
"Extremely." He smiled at her, his stupid face just as handsome as always. He was shirtless, his blonde and greying chest hairs making their usual appearance. My golden lion. He looked exhausted.
"What time is it there?" She stole a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Nearly 7pm. She gaped at him. "Nik, go to bed." She laughed. "It's 3am!"
"I wanted to talk to you first. Tell me about your day."
Gwen closed her eyes. "I'd rather not. Tell me about yours instead?"
Nik flopped back in his bed, tucking a pillow under his head. "Well the girls flew in today. I picked them up from the airport, we did lunch and some tourist things."
"Tourist things? Like what?" She sat up. "Did Safina bug you to go to the Victoria and Albert museum?"
He grinned. "She did. Filippa wasn't the most excited about that, but she took the most ridiculous amount of photos. Safina met with Giles and I had a feeling they would talk for a while. So, Filippa and I did some walking around, sightseeing. It was very nice."
"That sounds like a rather nice day." Gwen propped up her phone against the lamp so Nik could still see her while she wandered about her room. She then started unbuttoning her long, slightly sheer shirt. "Any plans for tomorrow?"
"You get home tomorrow." He paused, a grin crawling across his lips. "So there's my answer."
She scoffed, dragging her shirt off her shoulders and tossing it into her open suitcase. "Nik, your daughters are still in town for another week, right? As much as I love you, I'd rather you spend the time with them."
