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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Jun 18, 2010 11:37:07 GMT -5
It wasn't until after the action was done that Gilbert realized he should have been more careful with where he was aiming. The cut had been messy and careless, leaving him in a great deal of pain and the urge to scream as more blood that intended poured from his wound. His hands had started to tremble with the effort of keeping his focus as his breathe--though not needed--turned into ragged pants. Crimson irises swam in and out of focus as he tried to focus on what had just happened, before his gaze shifted over to Roderich and he found himself chuckling softly.
"Looks like... that one worked," he murmured, grunting in protest as cloth was shoved against his stomach and a wave of pain washed over him. "Why... don't you test that concern of yours and get your violin, ja? I think... healing magic would work faster. I don't... want to feed off you when you're freaking out like this." By now, blood was beginning to seep out from under the the white dress shirt and drip down his skin slowly.
As his opened his own mouth to take a deep breath in attempts to calm himself down, his own fangs became clearly visible in the moonlight. His tongue brushed over them causing Gilbert to grunt in annoyance as he shut his eyes and tried not to move at all. Roderich's figure lingering over his figure was doing little to make things better, as the taste of the brunette's blood still lingered on his lips and was doing nothing to help him from avoiding the urge to jerk up and bite. "...So soon would be really awesome."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jul 5, 2010 20:19:51 GMT -5
Roderich's lips thinned in an attempt to keep his fangs from poking out, tears in his eyes as he bit down hard on his own lip. The blood, there was so much blood that he could barely breathe, could barely think but for the scent of the other man's blood. Gilbert's blood had become his world, his universe, and, dragging in a deep, shuddering breath in a half-remembered motion, he forced himself to yank his gaze away, stumbling backward across the roof and flailing blindly for his violin.
Their violin. His fingertips brushed the ornate scrollwork --how is he not screaming in pain?! that moron!-- and his slender fingers wrapped around it with strength that he almost feared would snap it, so great was his haste. The wood groaned, and he immediately slackened his grip in fear. He hadn't played this violin for healing yet, and as he lifted it to his chin, a spike of fear cooled his bloodlust as he stared at Gilbert's pained, twisted face. There was no time to waste, but... what if something went wrong? It feel as though it had been years since he had touched a violin with the intent of saving a life, and his mind blanked completely.
The blood, there was still so much blood... Roderich closed his eyes and held his breath in an attempt to block everything out, to focus on his music. Gilbert...
i can't remember i can't remember i can't--
Clutching the violin by the neck, he slowly rose to his feet, trying to hide his absolute terror as he brought the violin to his chin and let his fingers caress the bow. He bit down on his lip, the pain bringing the hazy red world into focus long enough for him to regain just the tiniest bit of himself. It was just a second, but it was long enough for him to begin to move into a song he'd practiced what must have been dozens, hundreds, thousands of times, his body swaying with the fast-paced tune. His own haste sped it faster than usual. He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't look at Gilbert for fear of losing his concentration.
Roderich poured his music-magic into the other man as if he were pouring in his very soul, eyes squeezed tightly shut to hide his tears. His arms shook as with a flourish, he yanked the bow away and almost didn't dare to look. "Gil... Gilbert?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Jul 12, 2010 22:30:26 GMT -5
Guilt began to swirl around violently in Gilbert's stomach as he watched Roderich stumble around the roof in a daze. He hadn't meant to cause the other such panic, but the control he was displaying now, while sloppy, was impressive. The Austrian hadn't bit him as of yet, and compared to when he had sliced his arm, he was doing quite well. Fear was likely playing a huge factor in the musician's actions, and, while he wasn't attempting to be egotistical this time, he had a strong feeling the fact that it was him and not some random human that so much control was being mustered.
He really liked the sound of that.
"Gil... Gilbert?"
The sound of Roderich's concerned voice tugged the Prussian from his dazed state and it wasn't until several seconds later that he realized his body was no longer in pain. He blinked slowly, pushing himself into a slow sitting position before giving the roof a once-over. His bloodied dress shirt sat several inches to his left, the site of the stained material making him grimace. They'd managed to ruin a fair number of his clothes that night (happily, they were easily replaced, but still... he liked most of his clothes.)
"Roderich..." he finally responded softly as he rose to his feet and walked over to the brunette, pulling him into a gentle hug. "Sorry for scaring you like that, Roddy. Didn't think you'd freak that badly. Gotta say, you did a nice job healing. Looks like you didn't lose control of your bard-skills at all; not yet, anyway." The look on his face was apologetic. He really hadn't meant to scare the other like that, but at least they were making progress. Fear seemed to be a good control for the Austrian, and while Gilbert hoped they wouldn't always have to rely on it, at least it was a start.
"You okay?" He leaned forward, trailing a soft line of kisses down the bard's cheek. "Hey... calm down now, ja? I'm just fine."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Aug 23, 2010 7:45:20 GMT -5
As Gilbert sat up, Roderich could only stare, hoping that he'd been able to do enough, be strong enough to help him. It seemed liked an eternity before the Prussian finally rose to his feet, and completely numb with horror, he barely felt the other's embrace as he stared straight ahead over his shoulder.
"Y...you moron!" he finally managed, backing away to break the other's grip. "How could you think something like that would work?" He'd almost lost him, lost him again, and... and...
Roderich covered his nose with his hand in an attempt to block out the stench of blood covering everything, covering both of them. The warm heat of hunger was starting to trickle through him, but the adrenaline and sheer horror of what had just happened kept him in control for now. "Do not..." he managed thickly, trying to keep from opening his mouth too wide, "Do not do that again. I would... I would sooner just flee the city entirely... than have you do that again."
As suddenly as he'd backed away, he lunged forward again, feeling the bud of fangs seeking for the warmth of blood. Grabbing Gilbert by both shoulders, he leaned in and roughly kissed the other, just seeking that familiar warmth, that pure feeling that chased away the bloodthirst and drove him out of his mind. The feel of the Prussian's lips on his was enough to start driving away the bloodlust, and he all but clung to the other man, trying to regain his control. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Aug 25, 2010 11:11:00 GMT -5
Guilt constricted Gilbert's chest painfully as he felt Roderich cling to him. His quick-tactics training as proving itself over and over to be a very bad idea. A soft sigh tumbled from his lips as he wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist and tugged him closer, meeting his lips with gentle enthusiasm as he tried to calm Roderich down in the only way he knew worked without fail. "I'm sorry," he muttered against the musician's lips. "Just calm down and think of me... I'll make it better."
Pulling himself back, the Prussian raised a hand and brushed it through the Austrian's hair, paying special attention to the flyaway curl up top. He knew perfectly well what the touch did, but a distraction was a distraction in the end, and as long as the brunette wasn't focused on blood, he had bought himself a few seconds. "Just hold on..." he muttered before releasing the hair and stepping back.
It only took him a second to reach the ground, and several more to sprint inside. His course took him through the bedroom where he was able to get a new pair of pants that were clumsily replaced with his blood-stained ones before he made it to the kitchen. Cold blood had always tasted foul in the albino's opinion, but he drained several of the bags with little more than a grimace and worked his way back up to the roof and made his way over to Roderich.
"Miss me...?" he murmured, slipping his arms around the brunette's back. "Sorry about the unfair attack, but I needed something pretty awesome to distract you." Slipping around the brunette's waist and urged his head down toward his neck. "It's alright, go ahead... No use trying to teach you anything if you're hungry." ----------------------- A/N: Deus ex machina post is Deus ex machina...y... *facepalm* Wow. It sucked. I think it's because of the reappy cappy movie on TV. It's killing my brain.
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