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Title: A Series of Mornings
Author: [personal profile] rikugou
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Pairing: David/Rush
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mostly fluff with a side of angst.
Recipient: [personal profile] maryling
Summary: A gradual progression of mornings from the beginning to the end.
Word Count: 1472

Disclaimer: The Last Remnant does not belong to me.

Notes: I actually finished this surprisingly. Just took forever to post to my own journal. *koff* It's been up for awhile on [community profile] newgameplus too. And gee....could my heading get any longer?

I. a new day
The sun crept finger width by finger width towards the large bed in the center of the room. Eventually it rose high enough into the sky to shine directly in the eyes of the occupant on the bed. An irritated groan broke the quiet of the morning as a pair of hazy eyes looked blearily at the clock on the nightstand.

"It's barely morning," another voice grumbled. "G'back to sleep."

David twisted around to face the speaker, inadvertently upsetting his bedmate who had been using his arm as a pillow. "Torgal is usually awake at this time," he said, but not making any move to get out of bed.

"Sleeeeep," Rush said and threw an arm over David's waist and buried his head in the crook of David's shoulder.

Chuckling ruefully, David pulled the covers up higher and tucked himself back into the sleepy warmth of the bed.

II. breakfast
One of the best things about living in Athlum Castle were the beds. Huge feather stuffed things that felt like lying on clouds. Of course, that might've been because it was David's bed, but Rush was pretty sure the one in his room was about the same, except not quite as big. It's been awhile since he's been there other than to get a change of clothes.

It sometimes took awhile for him to gather the will to get out of the warm, soft comfort of the bed if he didn't really have anything to do that particular day. But lazy mornings were still best when shared with someone else.

Except his someone else didn't seem to be around. Rush reached blindly across the bed with a frown, only to encounter empty space.

Cold empty space, which meant a certain someone had already gotten out of bed. Cracking open an eye, he stared at the unoccupied half of the bed and contemplated if it was worth sticking around if he couldn't enjoy the bed with company.

As he was about to reluctantly get out of bed, the door opened and David walked in with a breakfast bed tray. Rush grinned. Breakfast in bed meant at least another 2 hours of lounging about until someone sent Torgal after them.

"I didn't think you would wake up before I returned with breakfast," David said.

Rush stretched lazily and sat up against the pillows. "Woke up when I couldn't find you," he said sheepishly.

David placed the tray on the bed. "Now you have an excuse to stay, yes?"

"Hmmm, not sure yet," Rush said with a smile.

David smiled back and sat on the edge of the bed to convince Rush with a kiss.

III. the last of forever
The day they were going to confront the Conqueror dawned just like any other. If it wasn't for the tension David could feel running rampant throughout the walls of the castle, he would have thought it was like any normal day--one that would be easily filled with meetings and paperwork and the occasional sneaky trip down to the kitchens with Rush to steal a dessert before breakfast.

David ignored the sun shining across his back and tried to capture the tentative tranquility of the last couple of months before the Conqueror had escalated his actions. Rush fidgeted in bed, just as awake with anxiety.

He tightened his arms around Rush's waist and tried to forget about the preparations they both had to see to before heading to Elysion.

Rush squirmed a bit in his hold before turning to wrap his own arms around David. "We're going to have to get out of bed soon you know," he said quietly, reluctance obvious in the tone of his voice. He leaned his forehead against David's.

"I know," David said, staring into Rush's face. "In the case that we..."

Rush kissed him before he could continue, muffling the rest of his sentence.

Neither of them left the bed until someone came to get them several hours later.

IV. wide expanse
David lay in bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that he had instinctively shifted to one side of the bed sometime in the night. If he strained his ears, he could just barely hear the footsteps of servants going about their morning duties. Outside, the sky remained clear and promised to be one of those perfect spring days--the complete opposite of the turmoil he could feel vibrating just underneath his skin.

A knock at the door interrupted his darkening mood. For a moment, David thought about ignoring it before reluctantly sitting up. "Come in," he called.

The door opened and Emmy walked in, already dressed for the day. "Lord David, the Duke of Qubine is here to see you. I tried to dissuade him, but he was rather...insistent."

He resisted the urge to sigh and ruthlessly stifled the voice that told him to ignore the Duke as Athlum was no longer a principality of Celapaleis. Unfortunately, decorum required that he should see to the matter either way. Insulting powerful lords would never be a good idea and not something he could easily get away with unless one was the God Emperor. "Inform him that I will be with him shortly," David replied, pushing the covers off and walking barefoot to his wardrobe.

He saw a brief look of concern flash across her face before Emmy straightened and gave him a military perfect salute. "Yes, my Lord."

David threw open the doors of his dresser as Emmy left his bedroom and roughly pulled on the first set of robes that were appropriate. As he was reaching for his boots, a crumpled pile of white fabric caught his eye and he smoothed it out, not really paying attention to what it was until he found himself looking at a painfully familiar symbol.

He stared at the Sykes family emblem lying amidst his robes and let himself feel the loss of Rush for the first time in days, the grief choking the breath from his lungs as his fingers clenched in the fabric.

There was another knock at the door and David jerked his head up at the noise. "Lord David? Are you okay?" Emmy called softly through the door. "The Duke of Qubine has been waiting for over an hour and he's starting to get restless."

"Coming," David said, hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky as he felt. He closed his eyes and made himself let go of the tabard before reaching for his boots, jerking them on as quickly as he could.

When David finally left his bedroom, Emmy was waiting for him on the other side. "If you are unwell, I could inform the Duke of Qubine," Emmy said softly.

He shook his head, and gave her a rueful smile. "Let's see what the Duke needs of us, shall we?" he said and determinedly walked towards the meeting room.

V. a return of warmth
David woke with a gasp, his breath rasping harshly in his ears. He sat up and ran a rough hand through his hair, wincing when his fingers caught in a knot. He looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely morning. Most of the curtains were closed, but the one at the farthest end of the room were letting in the feeble beginnings of sunlight.

What had woken him? he wondered vaguely, curling back under the sheets, mind still hazy with sleep. David let his mind idly drift for several moments when a lump on the other side of the bed rustled.

He froze, heart beating painfully in his chest as he immediately remembered the events from last night.

A face he hadn't seen in over a year, suddenly reappearing in the middle of court and the subsequent celebrations afterwards--both public and private. "R-Rush?" he asked tentatively, half-afraid to turn around and suddenly realize that the night before was an elaborate dream.

"Who'd you think t'was?" Rush mumbled from beneath the covers.

David turned around to make sure he wasn't hearing things. The only thing he could see was the top of Rush's head, hair sticking up every which way, but it was enough.

Rush scooted closer to him in the bed and threw an arm over his waist, head emerging from the beneath the covers. "S'not morning yet," Rush said, one eye cracking open just a sliver. "And you're thinking way too much."

David smiled helplessly at him. "Sorry," he said.

All it got him was a harrumph before Rush seemed to drift back to sleep. Curling closer, David closed his eyes and soon followed.

-end-