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· bloodiedplush · hisabsolute

  “Valentine?”
A day on celebrating romance and eating sweets.
  Not his kind of day.
Especially since his birthday was rather close to the event.
No, he didn’t have a Valentine.
“None that I’m aware of…”
The romance can be forgotten about
if it comes down to it
But, there’s one little prodigy looking forward to some sweets
The kind especially prepared for him
Even if it happened on almost a daily basis
  He didn’t care
”Is that sooo~?”

Suspicion grew in the pit of the ravenette’s stomach.

Just what did the scion have in mind?

Nothing pleasurable, of course.

Playing along was his best bet.

Although he was a bit irritated at his tone of voice.

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

Feb 01 · 7 years ago · 3 notes

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· bloodiedplush · I guess being safe is no longer an option. · guess he has no choice but to play along~!

bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ;

"Gil! Gil! Do you have a Valentine yet~?"

“Valentine?”

A day on celebrating romance and eating sweets.

Not his kind of day.

Especially since his birthday was rather close to the event.

No, he didn’t have a Valentine.

“None that I’m aware of…”

Feb 01 · 7 years ago · 1 note

· bloodiedplush · ask meme answered~! · although if Oz was his Valentine... · that would be adorable x3.

a-single-black-feather:
Only self-loathing draped his very visage, staining it with the remaining shock that lingered on his distant optics. He ever-so-willingly fell into that state where only dark thoughts lingered, ever-present but only acknowledged when he had succumbed to the pain of a different mentality.
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
It was freezing cold, it seemed that not only had his skin frozen over, but so was his logic. This wasn’t like him, to be so very concerned over such a tedious thing. In fact, if he had been brought to a different light, he could probably have shrugged this off and continued their little game. But it seemed like stress one it’s first battle.
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
“Y-Yeah, you’re right.”
How can one dive so low as to lose themselves?
Emerald optics watched the raven closely for signs of him coming through to the boy’s words, yet it appeared just as if that stone stare froze over like water on this blistering cold day, an ice casket staring blindly ahead into the cold. Multiple times over Oz witnessed Gilbert falling into some phase when something ran amok, but nothing quite like this.
Perhaps Oz shouldn’t have whined.
Things would have been perfect.
The day would have gone by smoothly
Words hit the boy’s hearing in the air that stood still, but they sounded hollow. Certainly Gilbert shouldn’t have been worked up so much by this. It was only just a game and Oz stood perfectly fine before him. Smile soon got replaced with a pouted frown as he stared up at his valet. This game was totally ruined because Gilbert was being far too dramatic! Perhaps they should just build a snow fort or make snow angels instead like they were nine and ten again.
Small huff
Freezing palms reached up
Raised stance on tip-toes
Swift movements
Smack!
The boy slapped his palms that once held the frigid snowballs against the older’s still warm cheeks, facial expression hardly changing throughout it all. “You still haven’t snapped out of it, Gil!”

Such excruciating pain.

An unknown suspect.

Remember.

Pain befell the noirette, recoiling with a flinch as he tried to communicate his emotions through. For a few moments, all he could do was stare into the emptiness of his mind. Almost instantaneously he was brought back up to the surface, a once monotonous look now depicting emotion.

“T-That was rather sudden.”

His first words, oozing with sarcasm. He brought a hand up to the stinging flesh, grazing it with profound care. The cold had only added to the pain and symptoms that would add up afterwords. Right now, it was all rather unforeseen.

“Sorry about that,

His apology didn’t amount to anything, he felt like it was a drone that wavered and would dissipate along with the events that would occur. He didn’t intend to make such a joyous moment become so…grim.

Oz.”

Jan 31 · 7 years ago · 30 notes

· bloodiedplush · I thought I would've DIED if something happened cx. · so how are you?

a-single-black-feather:
It had only taken the noir-haired valet a few moments to analyze how much of an impact his throw might have caused. The guilt stung his heart until frost-bitten from the cold. He should’ve thought before he threw such a pitch at the younger, how much physical pain might he have caused?
Self-hatred bubbled itself up on the surface of his mind.
                                                                                             What had he done?
To the blond, it probably was just a small and meaningless berate for being so zealous all of a sudden. To the servant however, it completely shattered him and left fragments scattered around in his mental-state’s floor. His countenance surely portrayed that, his face so shell-shocked it could have broken silence alone.
                        Gil barely budged at all, his body too still to comprehend.
‘Ah~! Look how idiotic you are! You could have caused severe damage.’
                                      ‘Such a useless Raven, why do you even try? Surely you’re better off-‘
Curls were clutched with slender fingers, entwining themselves. How problematic~! Now he was causing a scene, I wonder what he will do next?
This wasn’t like him.
                                                                                                         Not at all.
                                                 “S-Sorry.”
After finishing cleaning off his face from the snow and dabbing himself dry with the scarf, emerald eyes finally picked up on that expression drawn perfectly against fine features. Oz saw that expression in the past on Gil’s features, but some reason the boy felt it looked far more hollow than before. Light lashes flickered quickly over widened eyes.
Face still stung,
but all whining tossed to the side.
Oz thought Gil had just really gotten into the game, but possibly that little whine from the impact really set his companion off? Seriously, he’d never quite understand it! Finally choosing to move, Oz bounded through the freezing snow to where Gilbert stood much like all life drained out of him, unmoving, unwavering.
Perhaps a good thing his latest snowball missed Gil.
By the time Gilbert apologized, Oz was already up to him with his hands on his hips. Cheeks were a bright red while jaw chattered slightly, but Oz stood his ground seemingly uncaring.
“You were really getting into that, huh? It’s just a fun game, not a competition, Gil.~”
Whether scolding or not, it wasn’t easy to tell.
Soon smiling,
“I’m fine, so snap out of it.”

Only self-loathing draped his very visage, staining it with the remaining shock that lingered on his distant optics. He ever-so-willingly fell into that state where only dark thoughts lingered, ever-present but only acknowledged when he had succumbed to the pain of a different mentality.

What have I done?

It was freezing cold, it seemed that not only had his skin frozen over, but so was his logic. This wasn’t like him, to be so very concerned over such a tedious thing. In fact, if he had been brought to a different light, he could probably have shrugged this off and continued their little game. But it seemed like stress one it’s first battle.

What have I done?

“Y-Yeah, you’re right.”

How can one dive so low as to lose themselves?

Jan 31 · 7 years ago · 30 notes

· bloodiedplush · I HAVE FIXED THE PROBLEM

a-single-black-feather:
   “A-Alright.”
Ten minutes, how was he supposed to confess his love to the scion in ten minutes? Surely the younger had things to attend to, but was ~~ten~~ ~~minutes~~enough?
                                Heart sped so fast it was almost as if it were trying to create a gap to escape from the ribcage.
                                                       A blush so deep the hues in his cheekbones only possessed a vivid red.
“I love you Oz.
             I have for the longest time.
                                         And I’m losing control over my emotions.
            Even if you hate me after this,
                               Even if you ignore me after this.
            I just need to know.
                                          I need to know if you at least accept me.
           It’s driving me insane.
                                         All I’ve ever wanted.
           All I’ve really needed,
                                                    Is you.”
Original plan on teasing changed to so much more.
What was he to do?
What was he to say?
Lips parted before resting together once more in quick intervals.
Stumped as can be.
Ten minutes became longer, simply pushing off heading back to reading.
That expression and tone;
It was all serious.
A fit to tease flown out the window.
Light pink on cheeks,
Expression clearly startled.
How long had Gil bottled this up?
Finally a voice was heard.
”I—I could never hate or ignore you, Gil..!
You’re my best friend, and have always stayed at my side. How long has it been… since you’ve bottled it all up..?”
Accept..?
How so..?
"Of course I do… I’d never push you away from me, even if you felt in such a way..!”

Why did Gil feel like this was all another joke to him?

The Raven believed Oz’s words to be honest and true.

But it felt like a lie.

“I-I guess before you left Abyss…”

He certainly didn’t want to admit something so embarrassing~!

But how could he not?

Surely there would be some kind of conclusion to his confession, it wasn’t like he could change the past. He would have to stand by what he said, or he may be taken as being some sick bastard.

Gil fiddled with his thumbs, something like his 14-year-old self would do. It was a rather subliminal action that rarely occurred.

Hopefully all of this wasn’t going to be wasted on.

Jan 27 · 7 years ago · 2 notes

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· bloodiedplush · I think this would make a rather suitable thread~!

bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ;

Show me love~! [gonnabombardyounowLol]

- The Number is…8~! [ Kiss on the Nose ] -

Of course the benevolent valet wouldn’t dare say no to that~!

Normally he would’ve blushed furiously and demand something else.

Since they were alone, that must’ve changed things…

Bringing his height down just the slightest ; Gil looked into the eyes of the younger. Although that reluctance remained present, he was being rather straightforward as he continued.

Briefly, he neared the edge of Oz’s nose.

Grazing unblemished skin, he proceeded to leave a kiss.

Chu~!

Jan 27 · 7 years ago · 3 notes

· bloodiedplush · ask meme answered~! · I don't mind the attention. · May have to get off in about an hour but eh x3.

bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ;

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.~"

“A-Alright.”

Ten minutes, how was he supposed to confess his love to the scion in ten minutes? Surely the younger had things to attend to, but was ~~ten~~ ~~minutes~~ enough?

Heart sped so fast it was almost as if it were trying to create a gap to escape from the ribcage.

A blush so deep the hues in his cheekbones only possessed a vivid red.

“I love you Oz.

I have for the longest time.

And I’m losing control over my emotions.

Even if you hate me after this,

Even if you ignore me after this.

I just need to know.

I need to know if you at least accept me.

It’s driving me insane.

All I’ve ever wanted.

All I’ve really needed,

Is you.”

Jan 27 · 7 years ago · 5 notes

· bloodiedplush · only thing that came to mind with the phrase. · but yeah. · here you go~! · ask meme answered.

a-single-black-feather:
Gil never directed such a expression towards Oz, anger seeping into his veins with such intensity he feared it himself. No matter, he made the pledge that he would win. Only letting himself know of such a thing.
Exposed skin had almost frozen over as he sprinted in Oz’s direction, only to pause behind a tree and gather all the snow he could get his hands on. This was it, maybe this time he could prove his worthiness. Maybe…just maybe…
Time to put all those years of training to the test.
Gil ducked near the tree, dodging a snowball that flew his way. This time, it was only him and Oz. He had so much steam to let off, so much to depict to the younger. A grin, along with a few silent shuffles.
Gil launched the solid water at his foe, putting a bit too much effort into the pitch.
It had yet to click inside the young boy’s brain a snowball fight would ensue such a reaction from the raven. Oz originally planned for it to be a playful moment, but it seemed during the years they’d been separated Gil became a bit more competitive. Usually he’d allow the blond to win against the scion’s better judgement.
Throwing a gaze of emerald irises over his shoulder, a skidding halt soon came to Oz’s movements when realizing that last snowball simply whizzed past as the older dove straight for cover.
”Hey, Gil, that’s ch—!”
Not a chance to even finish.
Burning sting upon bare flesh, throb of sensitive nerves shooting straight back to a brain to register exactly what happened. Stiff as a board while already melting packed snow dripped down beneath fabric. It only took a couple of seconds even if to the mind it felt like minutes.
Sharp gasp.
Hands raised to swiftly wipe the stinging cold away.
Cheeks already feeling numb.
“Gil, that hurt!” The boy just about whined, body leaning downward to snatch up snow. Packing it quick, he tossed another ball at him. “Don’t throw so hard!”

It had only taken the noir-haired valet a few moments to analyze how much of an impact his throw might have caused. The guilt stung his heart until frost-bitten from the cold. He should’ve thought before he threw such a pitch at the younger, how much physical pain might he have caused?

Self-hatred bubbled itself up on the surface of his mind.

What had he done?

To the blond, it probably was just a small and meaningless berate for being so zealous all of a sudden. To the servant however, it completely shattered him and left fragments scattered around in his mental-state’s floor. His countenance surely portrayed that, his face so shell-shocked it could have broken silence alone.

Gil barely budged at all, his body too still to comprehend.

‘Ah~! Look how idiotic you are! You could have caused severe damage.’

'Such a useless Raven, why do you even try? Surely you’re better off-’

Curls were clutched with slender fingers, entwining themselves. How problematic~! Now he was causing a scene, I wonder what he will do next?

This wasn’t like him.

Not at all.

“S-Sorry.”

Jan 27 · 7 years ago · 30 notes

· Lucky you~! · Eventually my mom will give up restraining me from my computer. · When that day comes... · ...I'll be very happy cx. · bloodiedplush

a-single-black-feather:
                                                   - A-Ah -
White. Stinging. Painful.
                                                                                         Burning. Aching. Cold.
It took Gil time to register what just happened, replaying it over in his head numerous times. Dumb-founded, he remained still for what he felt was forever. Unmoving, still. Just like his current state-of-mind. Who could help it? A large ball of bleached colour was flung right at his face.
Now he was shamefully painted with the frozen water, obscuring some parts of his face. Oh how shocked he was, but how could one be?
                               Well Gil wasn’t going to let this one slide.
                                     Even if he was Oz’s valet.
Hastily, he gathered as much snow as he could fit in both hands. Forming it into a sufficient ball. How satisfied he would be after this, perhaps he should let go some of his pent up anger into this game.
                           And he hurled it right back, aiming for the chest.
Laughter broke out from Oz the moment that dumbfounded expression on his companion.
Square on the mark~!
Bulls-eye!
“Better bet prepared for this battle, Gil~!”
Exclaiming out over his shoulder with a wide grin spread across alabaster cheeks, the boy suddenly took off the moment Gilbert tossed the snowball right in his direction. Moving in deep snow wasn’t easy, but the Vessalius simply needed to hop like a rabbit with each bound. Holding hands out, he continued moving before finally leaning down to snatch up some snow for another snowball.
”C’mon, Gil~! Pick up the pace~!”
Pausing finally, he whipped around in his spot while snuggling his lower jaw under his scarf for that sparkle of delight flowing through his emerald eyes. Once more he chucked the ball of semi-frozen water at Gilbert again.

Gil never directed such a expression towards Oz, anger seeping into his veins with such intensity he feared it himself. No matter, he made the pledge that he would win. Only letting himself know of such a thing.

Exposed skin had almost frozen over as he sprinted in Oz’s direction, only to pause behind a tree and gather all the snow he could get his hands on. This was it, maybe this time he could prove his worthiness. Maybe…just maybe…

Time to put all those years of training to the test.

Gil ducked near the tree, dodging a snowball that flew his way. This time, it was only him and Oz. He had so much steam to let off, so much to depict to the younger. A grin, along with a few silent shuffles.

Gil launched the solid water at his foe, putting a bit too much effort into the pitch.

Jan 27 · 7 years ago · 30 notes