Yet another Zexion-fic. Post- Golden Chamber 2, this shows an ordinary mealtime in the Lindblum Regency. Enjoy!
Mealtime Musings
Zexion brought the fork up to his mouth and placed the mouthful carefully on his tongue, before closing his mouth and chewing gracefully. This was his favourite meal; but he had to eat it in front of the court tonight. As the Roast Chicken melted on his tongue, he elegantly cut up another piece on his plate, placed it on his fork, and brought it up again. Everything had to be perfect.
Being Gildas’ advisor seemed like more fun, to begin with. Suggest things here and there, give advice when it was called for. And boy, was it called for. Gildas never did, but everyone from every other department of the castle was asking his advice, as he was so close to the Regent. Of course, nobody knew they were lovers, and nobody except Artania knew they shared a bed, apart from one low-ranking guard who had stumbled in one night, shocked to see the Regent doing such… interesting things with the Court Advisor.
Zexion could put up with this. His love for Gildas kept him strong, kept him happy, and this was what kept him fighting. Zexion would deal with the coldness, the empty friendship and the fake mediocrity, knowing that, in the time they spent alone, Gildas showed Zexion how much he truly loved him. Nothing pleased Zexion more than entering Gildas’ room after a hard, long day’s work, and spending the night sleeping peacefully in his lover’s embrace.
As the court made trivial conversation around him, Zexion nodded politely, smiled between mouthfuls, and made no eye contact with his Regent. Gildas never ate in public, maintaining an air of mystery, and often spent his mealtimes with his hand resting secretly on Zexion’s thigh. This had taken some getting used to, but now Zexion could feel Gildas’ touch and not make a sound, or change his expression at all.
Finishing his meal, Zexion lowered his hands to his lap, where one hand ran playfully across his lover’s. Artania shot him a dangerous look, but Zexion merely smiled, timing it perfectly with the punch-line of Minister Abrax’s latest pathetic joke. Gildas laughed heartily, a new skill of his, and looked around at the conversing courtiers, purposely avoiding Zexion. “Well, we all seem to have finished. Servants? Would you be so kind as to remove our plates?” The men in waiter’s uniforms leapt from the wall, where they had been standing, and walked briskly to remove the cutlery and fine china from the table.
Gildas clicked his fingers, and one servant pulled his chair back. Standing up, he nodded to the servant, who smiled and proceeded to help Zexion as well. Smiling, Zexion stood up as well, and looked inquiringly at the Regent. “My lord, you have a meeting in two hours, may I suggest you retire to your bedchambers and change accordingly?” Gildas nodded. “Excellent idea. May I ask for your presence? I am unsure of my new robes, they seem to be an un-flattering shade of Amethyst…”
Zexion nodded, and followed his Regent down the corridor to his bedchambers. As he followed his Regent into the room, they both new that Purple robes were the last thing they’d be talking about.
