Baron Klaus Wulfenbach (loves_waffles) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-10-15 09:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | baron klaus wulfenbach : loves-waffles, gilgamesh wulfenbach : iamincontrol, zantabraxus : i_am_queen |
Who: Klaus and Gil, later Zantabraxus
What: Breakfast, family drama, Gil gets to meet his mother
When: A few days after this
Where: Kitchen
Warnings: Easily embarrassed child, very embarrassing parents, sexual innuendo and blatant lust. Klaus acting like a lovesick teenager.
After that one, glorious night with his wife, sleep had become a distant dream once more. Of course, the emotional talk with Gil hadn't helped his nerves at all. And his pillow still smelled like her. Even after he'd changed the sheets--and that had been an adventure in itself. Good Lord, it had been too long since he'd had to fend for himself. He was becoming a soft nobleman. Well, no. He'd never be that bad. But he'd certainly become accustomed to letting others get on with the tedious labor so that he could do everything else in the damned Empire.
And of course Gil noticed that he was restless. That boy had too damn much time on his hands these days. Too much time lurking around, all "Father, are you sure you're all right?" He sighed softly. Of course he was fine. He was always fine. If he could sleep...
He had to get out of this room. That's what it was. Zanta had been here, lying in that bed, and he hadn't seen her since. He knew better than to think she was avoiding him, but... well... maybe she was. Maybe she just didn't want to see him. Maybe that had been her way of saying goodbye.
No. No. He was being stupid. He needed to think about something else. Maybe go find Gil, see what the boy was working on. Let him fuss a bit, just to get it out of his system... He nodded decisively and strode into the hall, heading to his son's room. It was early enough, he'd probably still be there.
He straightened his coat before tapping lightly on his son's door. Breakfast. That was a good excuse, wasn't it? He didn't have to tell Gil he was bored out of his mind and needed someone to distract him from his own damn thoughts...