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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 8, 2010 3:17:04 GMT -5
"Got it~" Answering lightly to the other's words, Elizaveta waited patiently until Gilbert was finished with talking with Roderich, looking and sounding more and more like a Mama Bear with each seconds that passed. She threw the Austrian one last glance before turning around and followed Gilbert downstairs, towards where the kitchen is. How'll they be after this, she wondered... It wasn't as if she could just ignore the fact that something so terribly crucial happened today, can't she? To act as if this, that she killed someone, that Roderich was no longer human, didn't happen... Now that would be terribly strange.
"The pantry?" He would hide something like that in the pantry? What if someone stumbled upon it? ... but then again, she had never seen someone other than those two in this house, so her worries are rather pointless. "You know what?" Peering into the pantry, she could easily spot the icebox in it. "You're so full of yourself." She took it out and placed it on the kitchen counter.
The bloodbags presented themselves in front of her when she opened the box, and for a good moment, she stared at those, not quite sure as to how she would heat them. "So, this thing... Do I just heat 'em like how I boil things, or...?" Because, to be truthful, she knows nothing about kitchen and how to use it.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 8, 2010 9:34:58 GMT -5
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, giving Elizaveta a confused look as if trying to figure out of "being full of himself" was a compliment or insult. Of course, the albino had always preferred to look at himself as simply "self-confident" but somehow, he felt that arguing the matter wouldn't be the best choice at the moment. He slipped into the pantry an grabbed three of the large bags for himself, pushing four more into the Hungarian's hands. "Fill a pot with water," he instructed, "and put the bags in the water. Once it starts boiling, leave them in there for a few minutes them get another pot and put them in there. Leave the lid on so it'll help them stay warm and bring the pot upstairs. Should be simple enough, ja?"
Without waiting for a response, the Prussian left the kitchen quickly, trusting the brunette-haired woman to figure things out on her own. He couldn't afford to leave Roderich alone to give the woman cooking lessons and he just prayed that nothing would go wrong. He easily drained all three bags before reaching the room, and though the sudden rush in blood made his stomach turn awkwardly, it stopped the blur in his vision and he felt a lot better.
Discarding the empty bags on the floor outside in the hallway, he stepped into the room and hurried back over to the bed. He must have looked like a worried housewife the way he was acting, but he couldn't see reason to care. Roderich's hand was taken in one of his own again while the other moved up to brush the brunette's cheek. The skin felt hot under his touch, but while most would have worried, he say this as a good sign. He'd contracted a fever (or something like one) during his transformation as well, and that meant that it was at least half over by now, if not more. "Roderich...?" he leaned forward gently brushing is lips over the musician's neck. "Feeling better, or are we hungry again?"
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 8, 2010 23:04:45 GMT -5
Glancing towards the blood of bags on her hands, the Hungarian tried to ignore the churning feelings in her stomach and pays more attention what the Prussian was saying. This is no time to make any mistakes if Roderich's conditions really are as bad as the other said to her. Mumbling a small yes to Gilbert as he leaves, the girl quickly turned her attention to the matter at hand.
"So first..." Where is the pot...? Nah, no use thinking about it. If she can find none... well, improvisation shouldn't be that hard. But really. Where is the pot?! How come it is so hard to find one single pot in... "Ack. That's it..." She grumbled when her search for the utensil ended up with zero result. "I'll just use my frying pan."
Quickly filling the frying pan with water and doing the rest as instructed, Elizaveta went to begin her search again. She's not going to give up that easily... This time, luckily for her, she found it. Right after the water starts to boil too! Good fortune is with her today. Tapping her feet impatiently, she waited until a few minutes were up before picking the blood bags up from the water and put them into the pot. "Now to bring this to Roddy." Best not dilly-dally anymore. The quicker she gets it to him, the better.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 9, 2010 0:32:40 GMT -5
Roderich let himself be pushed off, feeling a low growl involuntarily escape his lips. Satiated for now, he bit his lip just to relieve the pressure building in his mouth, the pressure that just wanted to bit into something warm and bleeding. Left there alone in the clean, empty room, Roderich remained on his hands and knees, sinking into the bed. His own mind felt as though it had been split evenly in half; one side of him relished this new power, and it took all the control of his other, calmer half to rein himself in and keep from leaping out the window and running rampant through the city just to prove that he could.
"Gil..." he trailed off and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling with a soft groan, closing his eyes and shuddering as a fresh wave of agony coursed through him, seizing his muscles and leaving him trembling. His fingernails scrabbled for a hold in the bedsheets, squeezing, squeezing, trying to channel the pain through his body into the bed beneath him.
What was going on? There were too many emotions, too many raw feelings rushing through him for him to even begin comprehending. He wanted to crawl into a corner and go on a murderous rampage through town, stumble downstairs and play piano and fuck Gilbert into oblivion...
Rolling over, he buried his face in the blankets and yelled, his throat torn raw from his earlier screams and the blood that had been its only salve. It should have healed by now, but it hadn't and aaaah that only added to the pain why did it have to hurt and oh god he was on fire--
maybe i should have just di--
And then Gilbert was back, his hand on his forehead, the soothing coolness against flesh that burned his own hands to the touch. A wave of pure relief swept through him, and he rolled to bury his face in the other man's shoulder. "G...Gilbert," he whispered, pressing his teeth against his shoulder without biting to try and relieve the pressure. Squeezing his eyes shut, he could feel tears building behind his eyelids. "I'm so... sorry... I wasn't thinking and I know you wanted me to be human and I just wanted to be with you and this was the only way I could stay with you and... Gilbert I can't do this without you."
Lunging up quickly, he buried his fangs in the other man's neck, pulling him down atop him, greedily pulling away to lick up any excess before biting again, tears welling at the comforting sting oozing down his torn throat. It wasn't that he needed the blood, it was that he needed the comfort, he needed the pain to go away, and as tears spilled down his face, he forced the other man over and pulled back. Tears had covered his glasses, and he blindly kissed his face, his neck, whatever he could feel that was cold and made the painful heat go away.
Roderich buried his nose in the other man's shoulder and exhaled heavily, already feeling the pain fading. Was it over? [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 9, 2010 1:28:08 GMT -5
Guilt danced around in the back of Gilbert's mind, clawing violently at his stomach and tugging at his insides. It was slowly killing him to see Roderich writhing in pain like this, and each cry made him regret having changed him that much more. The pleasurable feeling he'd had before at the Austrian's sudden dominance was gone, leaving an empty one behind. It was his fault that Roderich was in all this pain and he'd be damned if he wasn't the one to take it away.
Each time he felt the brunette's teeth sink into his skin, he leaned into the bite, trying to make it easier for the other to reach. His arms slipped carefully around the Austrian's waist as he settled himself on Roderich's stomach, easing his weight to his hips so as not to cause unneeded pressure to the younger's body. "It's alright," he said in a gentle tone, running a hand through Roderich's hair and returning each of the brunette's kisses with one of his own. "I'm right here, Roddy. I'm not heaving you. Not now, or ever. Contract be damned. I love you Roddy, and I'm sorry..." He pressed his lips to the top of the other's hair as Roderich buried his face in his shoulder. Soothing circles were rubbed up and down the brunette's back and he pulled him closer still, fighting back his own tears. "I'm sorry you're in pain. It'll be over soon, I promise... it'll be over soon. I know why you did it... and I'm so grateful. I'll never be able to explain just much. Just know I love you... it's alright. I can't... thank you enough."
When he felt the Austrian finally stop shaking and writhing, he pulled back, just barely enough to peer at Roderich's face and brushed the dark-chocolate locks back. A kiss was pressed to each cheek, and finally several more on his lips, each one with more pressure than the last. Several of the tears he'd been holding back had slide down his cheeks, but the rest were swallowed away with little effort as a another kiss was placed on Roderich's forehead. "...How are you?" he asked, brushing the wet-stains on the brunette's cheeks away, before gingerly licking away the blood that stained the other's face in an affectionate cat-like fashion. "Roderich...?"
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 9, 2010 8:18:13 GMT -5
Never though... I am this... old already. Elizaveta took another step, the stairs looking more and more like an unending journey now. Her hands are numb from holding the pot, and her feet hurt so much she wanted nothing more than a hot bath now, to relax the tired muscles. Had life been so easy on her lately that she had turned soft? Running that distance she ran through tonight shouldn't cause that much exhaustion for her. ... but maybe emotions played a lot in this too.
Sighing in relief when the familiar hallways are in front of her, the brunette rushed on her steps. Faster, Roddy needs 'em. It doesn't take her long to find the room Roderich was situated in and--
Wait. What...? She hadn't even left them for that long. Geez. Seriously...
"Ehrm." She coughed, trying to catch their attention in case they're too absorbed with each other that they can't hear her coming here. "This is the second time... in less than an hour." The Hungarian kept her smile on her face though, green eyes gazing at those two. How Roderich and Gilbert acts really doesn't help with her feelings. Before, she felt like an outsider, an unwanted person that have intruded in to their life, but now... she felt more lonely than before. Not only is she an outsider, she is also different from them now.
She shook her head a few times, pushing all those thoughts into the back of her mind. Remember, she have priorities. Sure, right now, her main priority is being pushed away, what with her decision to stay with them for a while, with her offer to aid them and recover Roderich's memories. But well, like she have often said or heard, that's what friends are for. Clutching the pot tightly, she brought it to the nearest table and put it upon the smooth surface. "I'll leave it here, and yeah, continue being lovebirds. I'll leave you guys now."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 9, 2010 18:32:20 GMT -5
Roderich stared up at Gilbert, too confused to smile. It seemed too impossible, too fantastic and amazing that the pain could be gone. It had been over too quickly, but each of Gilbert's kisses smoothed away the last screaming aches of pain until he felt... well, almost himself. With a wince, he pulled away, raising one hand to his mouth to feel the fangs receding. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he mused that he should have been breathing hard, and his chest tightened as he realized that he really didn't need to breathe at all.
How was he? "I... I'm not sure," he admitted uncertainly, pulling a hand from the other man's embrace to awkwardly pull off his glasses, fumbling for the edge of his shirt to clean the tears off the glass. Slipping them back on his face, a tentative smile tugged at his lips as he brushed Gilbert's cheek with his hand. "You know..." Gently, his lips brushed the other man's with a feeling of faint wonder. "You're... not cold."
Carefully leaning in, he brushed his nose against the other man's before closing his eyes and leaning in to press against his lips. Inhaling on reflex, he caught a whiff of blood and stiffened, feeling a now-familiar pressure in his mouth. A cleared throat was enough to jolt his attention fully away from the Prussian, and wide-eyed, he saw the Hungarian woman standing with a pot full of...
Ah... so that was the smell. Hastily pulling away with the faintest of blushes adorning his cheeks, he stammered out an embarrassed, "A-a-ah, Elizaveta, that's... unnecessary..." Coughing lightly, he tore his gaze away from the Prussian and sat back, folding his hands over his lap and trying to ignore the pink flush across his cheeks. "I just... we..." With despairing eyes, he glanced at Gilbert, hoping the other man would be able to dig him out of the verbal hole of embarrassment he was slowly digging himself into. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 9, 2010 20:40:46 GMT -5
"Thanks, Lizzy. Just what I ordered" Gilbert said loudly as he stood up and took the pot from where she'd set it down. He didn't bother questioning her choice of heating device, simply deciding to let it roll in hopes of distracting her. "Your room is all cleaned up and waiting for you. You must be tired. If you drop your dirty clothes in the hall, I can make sure they get washed." With a grin, he gently urged the brunette toward the door of the room, waiting until she was outside completely before walking back over to Roderich and setting the pot down on the inside table.
"As much as I really enjoyed having you feed from me, you need to eat again. I can't risk having you lose control tonight while you're still just finished changing." He picked up one of the bags, carefully biting a hole in the top before taking a swift gulp. It was warm, cooler than his own personal taste, but better than it could have been given how squeamish the Hungarian had looked when he made his request. "Do you want this, or would you rather take mine again?" he asked in a casual tone, trying to make a big deal of the situation. "I don't care either way... Whatever makes bocchan most comfortable." He took another sip and winced, crossing his eyes as he tried to lick the drop of blood that was now falling down his chin.
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 10, 2010 0:08:30 GMT -5
She chuckled lightly at the blush that adorned the Austrian's cheeks, finding it to be adorable. Nothing changed much it seemed. For a while there, she was afraid that with being turned into a vampire, Roderich would change in... behaviour also. It was a relief that he didn't. Maybe the Roderich she saw back then in that alley is just the after-effect of the changing. Maybe. But she does hope that it was the truth, instead of some other reason her mind couldn't come up with right now. "Nah, I understand, Roddy." Damn, slipped into calling him with the pet name again.
Turning around, she sent a glare at Gilbert. Order, he says? "No, not order, Gilbert. Just as you 'asked'. Not just as you 'ordered'." Shrugging at the grin, she began to take her leave, but not before shouting towards Gilbert's direction. "Take good care of Roderich, Gil. I trust you."
Upon arriving at her room, Elizaveta raised one of her brows out of surprise. Indeed, it had been cleaned up. The bed never looked as comfortable as it was now and she wanted nothing more but to fall upon it and sleep...
But before that, she needs to take a bath first.
Letting the water to fall upon her, soaking her wet, the Hungarian woman closed her eyes, exhaling deeply, trying to get the order of events that had happened tonight. So much... and to say that she was not terribly confused would be a lie. And it doesn't help her much too, thinking about it now... maybe later, after she had her rest and was not this terribly exhausted anymore.
Feeling much more refreshed after the bath, she flopped down into the bed, not minding the fact that her hair was still wet and it will probably be a mess tomorrow. Sleep was... so tempting now, and it doesn't take her long to be lulled by the silence into a sleeping state.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 10, 2010 0:46:31 GMT -5
"Elizave--" And then she was gone, vanished out the door. Roderich stood as if to follow, but stopped at the door, the scent of warm blood tickling his nose. A quick burst of pain erupted as his fangs again emerged, quicker than before, and one hand shot out to grab the door frame, squeezing it hard enough to crack the strong wood as the Hungarian woman disappeared into her room. When he'd stood, he'd had half a mind to scold Gilbert for his thoughtlessness and follow the woman, but with the blood... he didn't trust himself to leave the room. Fingernails scraped against the frame as he forced himself to turn away from what seemed to be the most appetizing meal available, only the windings of disgust keeping him at bay. His fingers squeezed the doorknob with barely restrained tension as he shut the door with pained slowness to try and avoid any further damage.
His footsteps were hesitant as he crossed back to Gilbert's side of the room, each step heavy with the desire to turn around and dash down the hall after the young woman. Smiling with difficulty as his fangs became more and more apparent, he wrapped his fingers around the Prussian's shoulders and drew him in, tilting his head with agonizing slowness to lick the tiny bit of blood from near the other man's mouth but drawing away before letting their lips touch, afraid of losing what shreds of control he still possessed.
He hadn't missed the wince that crossed the other man's face as he drank the blood from the bag, and with forced care he pried the bag away and licked it gingerly. A similar expression crossed his own at the chill, so unlike that which he'd taken from the other man, but he closed his eyes and drained it dry, balling it up and tossing it into the pot with a rush of dizziness.
"Gilbert..." he whispered, neatly trimmed fingernails digging into the other man's shirt as he leaned up to present the side of his neck, closing his eyes. "Gilbert, please..." [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 11, 2010 12:47:29 GMT -5
A sudden rush of pride whirled in the Prussian's chest as he heard Elizaveta say she trusted him before she left. She was still a human, and he had just as good as killed her childhood friend (though, in a sense, he'd saved him as well.) Most humans would have run at this point, looked at him in disgust or even blamed him for what had happened, yet Elizaveta had not. She hadn't shouted at him for having changed Roderich, or looked at him in hatred. Fear was a given, he didn't blame her for that, but she'd still come back to the house, and much moreso for Roderich's sake than his own, he was grateful to her for it... and called him Gil. He wasn't used to nicknames and had never particularly liked them, but this time he felt a strange comfort in it.
His attention shifted from the door to Roderich when he felt something against his chin, causing a light blush to spread over his cheeks. Roderich had cleaned his mouth before, but that had been with a napkin and out of scolding more than anything else. This... this was different; intimate, something that he still wasn't used to. He'd never been in a relationship before, let alone had someone who cared as much as Roderich seemed to (save for Frederick, but that was different.) He could only watch in silence as Roderich pulled away from him in favour of the bag of blood. He wasn't surprised to see him wince, but when the other suddenly moved closer and exposed his neck, the blush returned at full power.
"What are you...?" he trailed off, giving Roderich a calculating gaze. Shortly after he'd been transformed, he'd wanted blood, but he had only feed from Fredrick once, and that as because he had to. The rest had been fed to him via a cup. Was it because he and Roderich were in in a relationship? (Could he call it that? They were, weren't they...?) The reasoning was beyond him, but he the neck before him was tempting; not because he was hungry, but because it was simply because it was Roderich and the brunette tasted almost as wonderful as it felt to hold him against his chest. "...You're such a dork," he muttered, bending his neck to nuzzle the brunette's. "Did you enjoy my bite that much? I know I'm awesome at everything I do, but really..."
Giving one of Roderich's hands a squeeze of warning, he bit down, easily and expertly sinking his teeth into the Austrian's skin. His tongue carefully lapped up the liquid that had started to pool around his lips, but he seemed to know exactly when to suck to keep the gesture from getting messy; though he happily refrained from doing so several times, just to have the excuse to make use of his tongue again. He drank carefully, making sure that each sip was slow and small; enough to give the other what he seemed to be looking for, but little enough that he wouldn't risk making Roderich overly-hungry again (though if Roderich's "blood-lust" turned out to always be like that of what happened earlier, Gilbert wasn't complaining in the slightest.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 11, 2010 15:10:51 GMT -5
Roderich shuddered as he felt teeth sink into his neck, far more gently than he'd expected. A soft mewling escaped his lips as he dug his fingernails into the other man's shirt, tilting his head with a small, open-mouthed moan as a warm tongue caressed his throat. His teeth pressed against the Prussian's shoulder, Roderich pulled free slowly to look up at the other man. With barely a thought, he reached to his own neck to wipe the blood trailing sluggishly down his skin, wiping up the excess as it healed beneath his fingertips before licking his hand clean.
Knees suddenly weak at the sight of blood on his own fingers, he freed himself from the Prussian's grasp and stumbled over to sit heavily on the bed, staring at the bags of blood on the table across from him without really seeing them. "Gilbert..." he muttered, covering his face with his hands and starting to shake. "Gilbert, I..." Turning his gaze toward the cracked door frame, he clenched his fingers in his hair. "Gilbert, what am I supposed to do now?" Without the pain, without the hunger to distract him, the full implications of everything that had happened -- all in the span of mere hours -- came crashing down on him.
"Is it even safe for Elizaveta to stay here? I trust you, but what about..." he trailed off, feeling sick to his stomach. "She trusts me, but I can't be that man she wanted me to be..."
oh god no...
His head snapped up to stare at Gilbert with widening horror. "I... I'm exactly what that man wanted me to be, aren't I?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 12, 2010 10:28:59 GMT -5
Crossing the room in several long strides, Gilbert slipped an arm around Roderich's waist and tugged him closer, gently pinching the brunette's chin between his thumb and forefinger to force their gazes to meet. His eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristically serious manner and he shook his head once. "You are not what that man wanted you to be," he said in a firm tone, leaving little room for argument. "You are nothing like that. Becoming... becoming what I am doesn't change who you are. Unlike me, you have people around you who care; who want to see you happy. My while life has been nothing but loss and hatred and I've known nothing else. Then I met you... and everything changed. Roderich, if I had any doubts that... that biting you would have changed you into something I knew would make you unhappy, I wouldn't have done it." He moved his hands, cradling the Austrian's face between his hands, "You're still yourself. Brown hair..." he ran his fingers through the brunette's bangs, "...amazing eyes..." he brushed a thumb under the rim of thing glasses, "the most beautiful face I've ever seen, a much kinder personality that you seemed to think you have, even if you've got a stick up your ass sometimes. Affectionate, understanding, strong, talented and a lot of other things I could make you stand here and listen to as I list them off."
He pulled Roderich into a hug again without a word, nuzzling his nose against the side of the other's head. The events that unfolded at the castle played over and over in his mind, carefully picking through each word they'd heard and every page they'd read for any evidence that disproved what he was saying, but could find nothing. Part of him wanted to go and retrieve Elizaveta to prove his point, to have the girl say that she didn't care if Roderich was human or vampire and that she simply wanted her friend (or something along those lines, he really couldn't figure out how that woman's mind worked) but he'd heard her getting ready for bed and didn't wish to cause more stress than he was sure he already had. Instead, he focused his attention back on Roderich and littered the side of his face with butterfly kisses. "You are now, and always will be, Roderich Edelstein; my master, the best friend of both myself and Elizaveta down the hall, and the person I hold and love above everything in this world and any other you want to name. You're awesomely you, and you won't become what your father is. If you're scared of that, then I'll eliminate that fear. If you think you're going down his path, then I'll pull you back to yours. If you start to show signs, I'll make them disappear. I did this to you, Roddy, and I will never leave you alone to deal with that. Your father was alone; greedy and only cared for himself. That isn't you... You're better than that."
What else can I say...? he thought dully. Guilt was tugging more fiercely at his chest. Was this really what the brunette through? Had he cursed Roderich? If he was the cause of an eternity of misery for the Austrian, then he never would have forgiven himself. The man in his arms had somehow moved to the most precious person in his world, become his world, and he'd have given up his eternal life in an instant to make sure that the smile never left. "...Roddy, don't... don't compare yourself to him. You're not... I'm too awesome to lie to you, ja? If I had any doubts about who you can and will become, then I'd have never made a contract with you. I'd have left and forgotten you the moment we met." --------------------------------------- A/N:
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 13, 2010 20:21:56 GMT -5
Roderich sat motionless in the other's arms, just relishing the sound of his voice pouring over his ears. There was something about Gilbert that calmed the boiling in his blood, the hatred and self-loathing that threatened to overwhelm him as he stared blankly at his own hands, trying in vain to stop the trembling.
Slender fingers, delicately strong clenched his knees as he leaned into the other man, burying his nose in his shoulder and inhaling deeply, realizing only then that he'd forgotten to breathe for several minutes. "Thank you," he murmured softly, possibly not even loud enough for the other man to hear. "Thank you, thank you..." Here, in Gilbert's arms, he could feel safe... he felt strangely warm at every touch, at every word, at every tiny motion that was so uniquely Gilbert that it brought tears to his eyes. His hands unclenched, and he had a sudden urge to release his emotions and just play.
My violin! Pulling back abruptly, Roderich stared at Gilbert, the tiniest vestiges of a smile tugging carefully at his lips as if too big of an emotion would shatter him. "Gilbert..." he said slowly, gently dabbing his shirt sleeve beneath his glasses. "I... I wish to go outside and play the violin... it shouldn't awaken Elizaveta, correct?" Then his half-remembered breath caught. "Unless..." he added softly, pulling his gaze away from Gilbert's crimson eyes, "You don't think it's safe for me to leave the house..."
Lips twitching, Roderich clenched his hands again. There would be so many new dangers, so many more things to cage him... and yet, as he looked at Gilbert, his smile didn't fade.
He would give up so many things just to keep Gilbert beside him. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 14, 2010 7:09:43 GMT -5
Shaking his head slowly, Gilbert stood up and moved across the room, opening a closet from which he drew a pair of black pants and a large dress shirt. They were tossed onto the bed before he gestured for Roderich to put them on. "Our clothes are a bit dirty again, aren't they?" he grinned, peering down at his own uniform. "Mostly your blood this time, that bit is new. I should be able to get most of it out. Hell, I'm so awesome, I should be able to get rid of those holes in yours." You shouldn't have done any of that... Roderich, you could have died.
All that had happened in the past few hours was slowly catching up to Gilbert's racing mind, and now that Roderich was in a stable condition and he could think clearly without fear, it was hitting him head-on. His fingers twitched violently, but he hid the evidence within the folds of his sleeve, offering the brunette before him a wide grin. "Change into those, and I'll take you up to the roof to play as much as you want. We'll probably have all night. You won't be getting tired as much as when you were a human anymore, but no use pushing something new to you--your violin is down in the kitchen again. We'll pick it up later."
Grinning, he leaned forward and pressed his lips briefly to Roderich's, nuzzling the side of the musician's head before muttering a soft, 'you're welcome, just call if you need me' before disappearing back into the closet he'd gotten the clothes for Roderich from to change into something less blood-stained himself. --------------------------- Bizarre reply is bizarre, but I actually have something planned for when they start moving (sort of.)
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