Who: Nate and Lucien When: Week 11, Sunday, afternoon. Where: DiWit Manor Why: Lucien is being a petulant child and had been avoiding his cousin and his slave for a while now. Warnings: Language, sex, a lot of fluff, more to be added.
Lucien had been hiding out in the attic. He found a small spot in the far back and slept the night there. It was fucking cold and not very comfortable, but he was pissed at Emerson and Nate. He would have loved to have gone out with Nate wherever he wanted, but no Nate wanted to go out, alone. Lucien had already gone through the excuses in his mind.
First there was the fact that Nate might leave. That was thrown away in two second flat. Nate promised. Then there came up the reason Nate went was he needed space, which made him feel even worse. Had he been too clingy, too needy, too sexual? Then the last excuse was that Nate had someone how found someone else. He didn't know if Nate used his journal or not at all. He could have found someone new...Lucien had yelled at him Thursday morning for not putting the clothes in the right baskets. Underwear did not belong with whites. Lucien just nit picked Nate and everything he did. It would not surprise Lucien if Nate found someone more agreeable. Even with all his thoughts his heart was still telling him that Nate loved him, that Wednesday had been truthful.
He had then got on his journal cause he was bored and he had only brought two books with him. Then Nate had to get on and Jenna and some fucking girl that told him he was not 'mature enough' to have a slave. That had really hurt. He was not emotionally mature, he was slowly learning how to deal with his shit when there was no alcohol. He had not even tried getting in the cabinet of doom, cause when he ever got close to the room Gretchen had appeared out of nowhere and gave him a look.
He didn't like to say he was wrong, but there he was walking down the stairs from the attic with his blanket, books, journal, and yes, Nate's pillow. He did look like a little child. When he got to his room he stopped. He could go back and hide out for a while more. He knew Nate would not be mad, other than the booze comment. He licked his lips, he missed Nate. He ached for Nate. The pillow was starting to smell like Lucien and not sweet, musky pumpkin that only came from Nate. Taking a breath he walked just into the room.