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Vincent hated seeing the Djinn so stressed. He walked over to him, taking Lucian's hands gently in his. He kneeled down, so that he was in front of the couch, but at near eye level. "My love, you have to relax. Every thing will fall into place. I've known you long enough to tell you, the wisps marked the right Djinn." he assured, kissing Lucian's cheek.

Vincent smiled softly, "Did I? Oh right, children. I hate children." the God laughed, holding Lucian. He closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath, pulling back to look at the Djinn once more. "Well, my powerful Djinn, what do you say we celebrate?" he grinned slyly, snapping his fingers so the glass of wine was in his hands. He finished the glass, and set it down, before laying back on the slightly uncomfortable couch again.

Vincent rolled his eyes, and chuckled. "I'm the God of Chaos, you expect me to be neat? Besides, I don't want to hear it. Every time you cook, you leave the entire kitchen a mess, while you taunt me with food." He kissed his head softly, and looked around the room. It really could use a fresh coat of paint, and he needed to replace the trim in the main hall anyways. Of course, he'd procrastinate until it was unbearable to look at, but for now, it was fine. "If you want to move back in with a lazy slob, be my guest. But you can't hog the bed." he teased

"See, that's not going to work for me. I didn't wait thirteen years for you to disappear into a lamp. Anyways, what are we having for dinner?" The God smiled, snapping as he poured himself another glass of wine. He wasn't a big drinker when he was around Lucian, but he had to stay relaxed somehow. Vincent took a sip, and sighed. He knew tomorrow morning he'd for sure have to head back to Augustine. Though, he'd come back to the Realm once classes were over for the day, unless some odd emergency happened. Vincent knew it was best, for every one, to keep it that way. But he had to stop worrying so much. Vincent rubbed his temple slightly, he could feel a headache coming on, and he winced in pain.

Vincent rolled his eyes, and protested for a moment when Lucian took away his wine. "That's not fair.." he muttered, holding his head in his hands as the clattering of the pots and pans seemed to rattle his brain. He sighed, before getting up to follow the Djinn. Vincent grabbed the bottle this time, and took a swig of it. "Do you need me in here..? I trust you not to burn the house down.. I really just don't feel well. My head is killing me." he explained, walking towards his bedroom. He rubbed his head and went to go lie down, taking another big gulp of the drink.

As soon as Vincent's sore head hit the pillow, he was passed out cold. He hadn't been able to truly sleep in ages. As the God slept, the other Gods appeared in his dream once more. Though, this time, they weren't there to hurt him. They smiled softly as he entered the room, all sitting in a semi circle, muttering their approval. Though, one God would never approve. Anger. Vincent simply bowed his head in respect, and looked at them. Each God walked up and congratulated him. When the small line got to Anger, he stood, smirking. Vincent glanced back at the other Gods, before a bright flash caught his attention. He turned to see Anger slamming something on his head.

Vincent woke with a loud, painful yelp, and looked around the room. He saw no other Gods, and sighed in relief. He could smell Lucian's wonderful food, and he took in a deep breath, laying back down. It's just a dream. They're not going to hurt you. he tried to remind himself, but his head still hurt.

Vincent sat up, still rubbing his head. He rubbed his eyes, and got up out of bed. An hour? Hm, not bad.. though, his naps were usually an all day thing. Vincent walked down the hallways and into the kitchen, smiling softly at the Djinn. "You know it's always been my job to clean up the mess." he murmured, as his eyes glowed in surprise. His face turned a light flush of red, with joy and slight embarrassment. Way to go all out, Lucian. he huffed, and walked over to him, kissing him gently in thanks.

Vincent sighed, smiling at him. He could smell the food from a mile away, but now that the perfect meal was right in front of him, it made his stomach growl loudly. "And this, is one of the many reasons that I love you." he chuckled, and took a bite. It had been forever, well, thirteen years. The God looked up at Lucian, and sighed. Why are you just so perfect..?