13. Chapter 13 (1/2)
another chapter for you! enjoy it. it's a little less talky than most of the other non-interludes, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless. i'm looking at wrapping this up in the next couple of chapters, but... well... would anyone be interested in seeing a sequel?
disclaimer: not mine.
previously: "ew. if you were going to do that, you could have at least shut the door."
robin leapt backwards as if burned, and bertrand suddenly realised what the position they were in must have looked like to ingrid as she sauntered in through the door behind robin. he hurriedly wrapped his shirt around himself, hiding the scars, as robin stood up and slipped an arm round him."nobody comes in here without permission!" bertrand's bark of anger didn't have quite the desired effect."well, i thought being with the wannabe-wimpire might have made you soft." she paused for a moment, regarding them both coolly. "looks like the opposite, though."
robin's cheeks were burning, bertrand noted out of the corner of his eye, but he still retorted without even hesitating."d'you mind? we were busy." he'd shifted his body slightly, bertrand realised, to shield bertrand's scars from ingrid's eyes. he hadn't even glanced at his boyfriend, so there was no way he could know that bertrand had already covered himself with his shirt."i can see that," ingrid smirked, "but vlad sent me to check if you wanted to get pizza. he's decided, in his infinite wisdom, to give renfield the day off. so we can all take some time to let our stomachs recover. although after that little display-" robin nodded hurriedly."pizza, yeah, sure. when?" ingrid laughed as she turned away."oh, a couple of hours. you can't possibly need that long,
anagh."
robin blushed furiously again as ingrid sauntered out, pointedly closing the door behind her. he turned back towards bertrand, who was standing like a stone, staring at him, holding his shirt protectively across himself. he couldn't help flicking his gaze down bertrand's body and back up again, checking him out and noticing, to his surprise, that ingrid was right. bertrand certainly hadn't gone soft from being around robin. he wasn't sure, but he suspected that the way bertrand had frozen in place had something to do with being horrifically embarrassed.
all of a sudden, robin wasn't embarrassed any more. he had a gorgeous vampire staring at him like he was the most important thing in the room, and he obviously had a good effect on said vampire, and ingrid clearly already thought they were getting up to no good, so it wouldn't exactly make much difference if they did… would it? but the look on bertrand's face suggested that wasn't going to be on the cards today. robin wasn't sure whether to be disappointed – he was a teenage boy, after all – or relieved, because he was even more clueless about that kind of thing than he was about kissing. in the end, he settled for concerned as bertrand's shocked expression clouded over, calculations running behind his eyes.
"she came to gloat." the words had a hollow ring to them; he waited for the vampire to continue. "she hoped she'd get to see me cry. after all, vlad would have told her what happened – i drank from a
eather, it's a house rule that everyone's informed – and it was obvious that you would end it with me the moment he left the room. she'd never lower herself to come down here otherwise." robin had heard enough; bertrand was practically babbling, and maybe it was the most insightful babbling he'd ever heard, but it didn't say much for his boyfriend's state of mind. "she came to see me
eak." his heart