Snippet #1208418

It had been a normal morning at the castle. Gideon had stayed in his chambers asleep most of the night and all of the morning, and it wasn't until Elisabeth entered the room that he stirred. You see, their relationship was quite peculiar; many couldn't tell whether or not they were lovers or enemies, or somewhere in the safe middle. By the looks of how they acted around each other, though, you could tell they were quite the pair and shouldn't be bothered. Elisabeth had silently circled the bed in which Gideon was residing, the room pitch black due to lack of windows. She crept to his side, before reaching a hand down directly to his painfully ticklish spot: right underneath his ribs. As she ran her fingertips along his bare skin she grinned, having roused him and earned herself a few mumbled curses.

"Go away, Beth," he said, the words low and muffled, heavy with tiredness. He buried his head in the pillows.

"Not until you're up and dressed. There are apparently some new visitors in the castle, new servants, I'm guessing, and they want to see you," she replied smoothly, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress and looking down at him in the darkness.

"Ughhh..." he protested, not moving for a good few seconds.

When Gideon didn't respond, Elisabeth slowly reached down to start tickling him again, but to her surprise, that earned her a grab to the waist and at lightning speed she was suddenly underneath him, his form looming over her and his hands around her wrists, pinning her to the bed. She rolled her eyes. "Gideon, what good has this ever done?" she smirked, and before he knew it, she was on top of him, pinning him down with much more strength than he'd done with her. "This would be a lot easier if you'd just get up when I tell you to."

Gideon exhaled loudly and tried moving from his place underneath her. "Fine." Soon enough, they were both standing, and Elisabeth had flicked on some lights, but not too many. She was watching him with her arms crossed and lips pursed as he tugged on a tunic and got into some decent attire to present himself in. Beth helped him into a jacket and soon enough he was reluctantly heading down the hallway, striding alongside his adviser as they exchanged low murmurs.

"Who exactly are these people?" he had asked, though he wasn't honestly interested. He'd just pawn them off to his sister. He was rather picky when it came to servants, and he didn't have permanent ones. The only steady person in his life was Elisabeth.

"A group of mortals wishing to serve beneath you and your sister," she explained, trying to wrap her head around the situation herself. Why would anybody willingly offer themselves to the vampires?

Gideon nodded in reply and soon enough they slowly entered the room everybody was congregated in. They watched silently, though.