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I N D I E — Gilbert Nightray
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Now that I think about it, I’ve never done NSFW on here.
Would any Vincent’s want to do a thread with me ?
I’m willing to plot~!
Yay —- !
I was thinking about something along the lines of …
’ Gil visits the manor again , and he doesn’t expect to what will happen to actual happen ‘ kind of thing.
Knob twisted and door pushed.
Golden hues scanned the surroundings.
Searching for the familiar head of blond.
It was then he noticed his brother.
Just by looking at his brother.
Something was wrong.
Letting the soothing words pass by him.
“What’s wrong?”
✁- - - } A light chuckle escaped alabaster lips.
”Nothing, I just haven’t been awake long,”
He hated that Gilbert worried so much,
especially over the likes of him.
Slowly, Vincent rose from his seat and walked over to Gilbert.
A gloved hand moved to brush black hairs from his brothers pale face.
“Your bangs are longer than usual,”
An excellent idea, he thought. Change the subject.
His attempt at convincing him had failed.
Perhaps letting it slide was all he could do.
Vincent would only try to persuade him otherwise.
A slight shudder as personal space was invaded.
"I forgot to cut them, I guess.
It hadn’t crossed my mind.”
The head of ebony felt the uneasiness.
Overwhelming him almost.
 | sadistic--marionette asked ; A billion stars. |
Intimidation has scared off the wild Mun.
Wild Mun escapes battle.
//THANK YOU.
Sullen countenance plastered on.
Walking into the manor.
Mumbles from all the servants.
It was only drones to him as he paced.
Although that anxiety had bubbled up.
Disregarding it was his best bet.
“Vincent?”
Rapping at the door.
✁- - - } SHARP PAIN.
A gloved hand moved to rub his forehead.
A few shaky breathes were inhaled.
It was then he heard a rapping at his door.
Head slowly lifting, he answered,
“Come in, brother.”
He knows that voice anywhere.
“To what do I owe this treat?”
Knob twisted and door pushed.
Golden hues scanned the surroundings.
Searching for the familiar head of blond.
It was then he noticed his brother.
Just by looking at his brother.
Something was wrong.
Letting the soothing words pass by him.
“What's wrong?”
Visiting his brother.
The dear brother he would not neglect.
For the noirette knew his pain.
Knew it all too well.
✁- - - } A dull, boring day.
He’s not expecting any company today.
So needless to say, Gilbert’s visit will be quite the surprise.
Though, he is finding it harder to face him.
Sullen countenance plastered on.
Walking into the manor.
Mumbles from all the servants.
It was only drones to him as he paced.
Although that anxiety had bubbled up.
Disregarding it was his best bet.
“Vincent?”
Rapping at the door.
| sadistic--marionette asked ; "Don't move, you'll faint!" (We should have an angsty brother feels thread sometime. uwu) |
Agony.
Such torment.
Tortured till his last breath.
Was it possible to be ‘fine’?
No ; he must substitute.
“I-It isn’t that bad.” Lies. Spewing themselves out for the world to mock, unable to sustain standing up without teetering or wobbling to the side. Succumbing to the pain wasn’t going to happen, he would never show such weakness.
”- -it’s so dark.”
| sadistic--marionette asked ; "Don't say that, not you." (Huhuhu.) |
What?
No words, not then. But he uttered, such…
“I’m sorry, Vince. I-I guess that’s the way it has to be.” The words felt forced, so struggled against all the pressure. His breathing, it felt so shallow. Everything, so…
Meaningless.