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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 8, 2010 9:23:44 GMT -5
(ooc: Open to only Gilbert.)
Nighttime.
It was during the late hours that one could see the majesty of the castle and the grounds. The small faint lights caused by fireflies and small faeries gave the grounds such a romantic yet magical aura. Then again, what do you expect from a wizarding school?
The air was rather cold but not that cold. It was enough to keep Francis awake as he emerged from the front doors with caution. Reaching behind his head, he let go of the hair that was tied back earlier and shook them loose. Much, much better thought the Frenchman with a rather contented smile.
The grass was damp from the cold air surrounding the grounds but it did not hinder the Potions Master from taking a nice walk. His excuse? The long way towards his living quarters-slash-office. "Je m'ennuie..." he muttered to a certain someone he had hoped to have followed him.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 8, 2010 11:13:26 GMT -5
A breath of cool night air washed over pallid skin as he stepped out onto the grounds, slipping around the front door after Francis. It was nice; relaxing, calm, and much better than the heat that constantly plagued the sensitive albino within the castle. Often he'd leave the building at night, when he wasn't really supposed to, and wander about the grounds or Forbidden Forest - although he was much more careful when doing the latter. It was better than pacing in circles about his office, certainly. Not that he minded his office.
Gilbert sighed, stretched both arms out before him, and arched his back before following the blond along the pathway. He definitely heard the words spoken by the other and reached out to pat France on the shoulder. "Don't be bored, you've got the awesome me here!" And then he promptly shoved the man downwards, intending to send him sprawling onto the wet grass or something, and ran off, cackling wildly.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 8, 2010 12:30:06 GMT -5
Francis has closed his eyes momentarily to savor the cool night air it reeze past his face. It has somehow reminded him of home, which eventually tug a few strings of homesickness for the man. Speaking of home, he suddenly remembered his promise to write to the Headmistress, who was also his close friend, about how he was faring. He shouldn't go back on that promise. After all, he was a man of his word. He heard the Prussian seak of a reply and a small smile found its way onto his lips. However, it chaged into an expression of surprise as he felt himself being pushed forward so suddenly. Staggering for a bit, he nearly lost his balance and nearl tripping in his own robes and almost fell face first towards the moist grass.
"A-ah! S-salop!" Francis snarled in a rather playful manner as he regained his balance. "Gilbert, come back here!" he laughed as he ran after his friend. When one would look at it, it was as if they were students again. Speeding up to catch the albino, Francis took a risk by lunging forward and seems to may have caught the Prussian by the waist. If that was so, they would've both dropped to the ground and rolled a bit.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 8, 2010 14:04:48 GMT -5
"Kese~! What did you just call me?" called Gilbert, prancing across the wet grass and, briefly, finding himself caught in a memory - of their days as students at the school, where things like this had happened almost every day. Two young boys, oft accompanied by another blond with large -- but cute, in the albino's view -- eyebrows and a Spanish youth, chasing each other about the grounds, causing trouble and generally being a bit of a nuisance to teachers. He grinned at the reminder, before feeling a weight settling suddenly around his waist.
"Eee~!"
Letting out a rather unmanly squeal, the Professor stumbled, tried to remain standing and ultimately failed, crashing down onto the grass with the Frenchman atop him. "Damn you, Francis! Now I'm all wet~!" the albino whined, attempting to roll over and attack his assailant somehow.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 9, 2010 7:48:22 GMT -5
Laughter erupted from the Frenchman as he was rolled off Gilbert and was found now to be underneath his friend. The blonde Frenchman could then remember those bittersweet memories for four young boys having fun in the very same ground he and Gilbert were rolling around. He had sometimes wondered why did those good days pass by so quick? Ahh.. those good old days, indeed. Suddenly for a moment there, Francis could finally feel his age catching up on him but eventually laughed it off.
"So, shall we resume our little discussion from the feast? I daresay just the mere thought if it interests me and chases my boredom away." he sat up and grinned at his best friend. He was rather curious at the various expression Gilbert had shown during the feast. "First, are you hiding something from me Gilbert?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 9, 2010 13:18:05 GMT -5
Gilbert stayed quite happily perched upon his friend's hips for a moment, grinning down at him, before sliding back onto the ground and settling there instead. It was cold and a little damp but it was ignorable, especially since he was half-stuck in memories, and mostly concentrating on Francis. The little owlet cooed softly on his shoulder and he reached to pet it absent-mindedly, giggling as it nuzzled its soft baby-feathers against his neck.
"Ja~. Though you should know right now that the awesome me is going to beat you~," purred the albino, before blinking at the next question. He paused, blinked once more, and felt his cheeks light up pink - thankfully it was dark so it was unlikely his friend would notice. "...Whatcha mean? I ain't hiding nothin'."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 9, 2010 21:48:24 GMT -5
The blonde Frenchman found himself smiling softly at the albino, extremely amused on how soft he would turn to be whenever he would find something cute. Take that little owl for instance. His expression softens when he pets that cute little bird and in a way it really makes him loo- It would seem as if dinner plates were broken inside Francis' head as he realized what his thoughts were slowly leading to.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, a smirk found his way on his lips to cover it up as he replied, "Very well awesome Gilbert~ I'll acknowledge that... someday!" he chuckled but then coughed to keep his composure. Looking once again at his friend, surprised at the sudden paused and change in tone of his reply. "Oh?"
Leaning over to peer at his face well, he could make out a small embarassed flush on the Prussian's face but then again he wasn't so sure about that. It was rather dark after all and he could be imagining things. "I'm your friend Gilbert. I don't think it would be fair for me to know that something is actually bothering you." He smiled softly know and pat Gilbert on the back in alight manner. "Well...?"
He had an idea but it wasn't his nature to actually jump into conclusions.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 9, 2010 22:55:42 GMT -5
((ooc: hnngh I should be asleep but I saw you replied so I had to post again. xD))
Often, that same look would be seen in the albino's eyes as he looked upon Francis, although he made absolutely sure that the man wouldn't catch him with that expression. It wouldn't do to have him see such a not-awesome and really rather embarrassing thing, after all. Gilbert liked to keep his secrets his secrets, and this was one such secret. He kept petting the owl chick, enjoying the feeling of its silky-soft feathers against his skin, and grinned up at Francis. "That's better, Frenchie. That day's gonna be soon, you know."
He found himself leaning back as the blond leaned in, in some sort of attempt to hide his blush - if only such things could be transfigured away, he wouldn't need to do something that looked so cowardly. Fine features creased in a gentle frown, the albino quickly turning his movement into an action of relaxation by planting his palms on the ground just behind him and resting his weight on them.
"Nothing's bothering me, dummkopf. I'm awesome as always!" the Prussian stated with another grin, scarlet eyes meeting azure once again. "...Why're you asking? Do I look like something's bothering me?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 10, 2010 1:16:55 GMT -5
[ooc: its ok. ff-- when will they be honest...? o u o]
"We'll see... we'll see mon chér..." the blonde replied with a grin at the Prussian, but upon hearing the rest of the reply as azure met with scarlet, it was there that Francis realized that he was blushing as well. A bunch of thoughs managed to race within his head, and it somehow confused him. "W-well..." he started pulling away for a bit.
Francis found himself leaning back and finally laid down on the grass with a fake sigh, ignoring the sensation of the cold wet grass' moisture seeping in through his robes. "...well I noticed that after that little topic about J-jeanne..." his voice faltered a bit after the mention of her name, "You changed a bit." He rolled his head to look at Gilbert and resumed, "And from how I see things you looked as if you wanted to talk to me about it and in another way, you seemed to be holding back something."
Francis was really staright forward about this. He was rather intent of getting the truth out of Gilbert because of the fact that he didn't like secrets between them.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 10, 2010 12:58:23 GMT -5
((ooc: ;w; Idk, haa~ Gilbert's kind of. He likes both Francis and Arthur, but he's not sure which one he likes more. xD Also I added you on Skyyype.))
"Mm~ we will. And then you'll bow down to the awesome me and worship me for eternity, ja?" purred Gilbert, tilting his head and smiling. Hm, something looked a little different about Francis' face but...he wasn't going to lean in to try and see it. If he did that the Frenchman would end up seeing the pink flare in his cheeks, and then he'd have to try and explain it, and then bad and embarrassing things would probably happen.
When he lay down, the albino sat there for a few moments, glancing skywards and appearing to watch the stars, before shifting so as to lie next to his friend. He flinched at the mention of Jeanne, rolling suddenly so as to fling an arm across Francis' chest and hug him. "Shut up. If it makes you upset to think about it then don't talk about her, dummkopf. I don't want to be the one mopping up your ocean of tears, thank you." The last line was, technically, a cover-up, so that Gilbert wouldn't look so sappy, or whatever - but he did care about his friend, and hated it when he was down. "'Course I 'changed a bit'. I fuckin' made you angry and sad and stuff, so I tried to apologize. Is there a problem in doing that?" He pulled out of the embrace as suddenly as he'd instigated it, frowning and staring up at the sky again.
"I ain't hiding nothing." The Professor wasn't about to give up his secrets easily, for sure.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 11, 2010 5:11:33 GMT -5
[[ooc: ;u; added! Francis is realizing he might have feeling for Gilbert and in a way is getting confused himself]]
Francis laughed softly and replied with a mocking, "Oui, mon chér. I'll acknowledge you." In Francis' mind he was questoning his actions right there and then. Why was he acting... different than usual towards Gilbert. Usually, he would present the same tough facade but tonight was also different. He bit his bottom lip a bit as he realized it.
Could it be-?
He was also rather taken back as he heard Gilbert's reply, for he was sure that there was more to that. Eyes, after all, are the windows to the soul.
"Gilbert..." he paused for a bit before he could go on, "What would you say if you found out... err..." he stopped as e tried to collect and think of better words. But sadly, he couldn't think of anything but this, "...what would you do if you found out a close friend likes you."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 11, 2010 23:50:47 GMT -5
((ooc: yayy~. :3 And, fft, France/Prussia fan, ilu. <3 Such a rare pairing, seriously.))
A pout curved the Prussian's lips at that sardonic response, but he decided not to comment on it for the time being, and only gave the man a jab in the ribs as a reply. Francis was acting different this evening, he found; it wasn't all that obvious but the albino wasn't stupid, and caught the moments when he'd look at him differently, when those azure eyes shone with an emotion that wasn't usually present within his gaze, when he'd be a bit softer than he was normally. It was kind of cute.
Of course there was more to it than that, but Gilbert wasn't about to divulge it. He just shrugged, frowning a little, and tilted his head as his name was spoken. Lips parted to query during the pause, but then the Frenchman was answering the question that hadn't even left his tongue yet, and he blinked.
Well, he hadn't been expecting that.
It took him a few moments to come up with some sort of reply. "...I'd question their sanity." And then he snorted, falling back onto the grass and staring up at the star-dotted sky again. "I'm...as awesome as I am, I'm not... I dunno. People shouldn't like me. I'm like..." Raising a hand, the albino pointed to an especially bright star, watching it glimmer and twinkle and blind the others with its brightness. "I make myself...out to be that, when really I'm... I'm one of the little stars you can't see, hidden behind that one's light. Everyone likes the bright stars, not the ones that've been blocked out."
Gilbert glanced back at the man beside him, quirking a brow and grinning his trademark chaotic grin. "Why?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 12, 2010 4:33:19 GMT -5
[[ooc: o u o I find it cute although its not really my OTP]]
Before Francis knew it, his face was flushing red as he was scarlet eyes on his right after answering his question. He tried to calm the sudden increase of his heartbeat an dthe threatning rush of colour in his cheeks. But somehow the longer he stared at those irises the longer he felt that he should just jump on the man and started kissing him.
Also, add in to the fact that the response the albino gave was... perfect to Francis' ears.
'C’est le foutu bordel...' he thought as he sat up with a scowl on his face.
He knew ver well that he was madly in love with Arthur. However, he had also realized his feelings for his best friend and that was as equally terrifying. In a way he was caught in between.
The more the seconds ticked by the more he wanted to just dump the idea of chasing that adorable Briton, because a part of him was telling him for a long time now that it was a futile case for him.
Sitting up the Frenchman gave the Prussian an extremely intense look. He had made a decision and prayed to who ever was up there that he will not regret it. "...Gilbert. Punch me after this." he snarled as he scooted closer to the Prussian and brought down his lips to the albinos.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 17, 2010 17:56:34 GMT -5
((ooc: Sorry this reply is so lateeee~! D: My brain has been full of dead lately, and I wasn't sure how to reply to this at first. XD France/Prussia is adorable...wish there was more artwork/fanfiction of it. ;w; Also hope it was okay to hit France and adgkdk sorry this is so long augh.))
Gilbert could've sworn that there'd been a slight change in the colouration to Francis' cheeks in the moments he'd looked away, and then when he had looked back again after staring at the sky a bit more. An odd tint, perhaps, that reflected his inner feelings and allowed the albino to read him just a little without doing the impossible and becoming telepathic. (Except some people were telepathic -- they said -- but he was ignoring that fact right now.) He met that gaze, lay watching him for a bit as he went to sit up, scarlet eyes grazing over his form as it shifted, and viewing muscles stretched taught and then relaxing beneath his skin. Muscles which had carried him all these years, no matter how heavy his heart, through pain and pleasure, anger and desperation and sadness.
And Gilbert had watched him all those times, as well, at his side.
"..Hm?" he murmured, blinking and re-affixing his gaze upon his friend at his words, moving to sit up as he realised he had. He frowned upon noticing that he appeared to be moving faster than he thought, because Francis was getting closer -- which obviously meant that he was sitting up, right? -- and then there was an odd sensation he'd not felt in a while, and it had the albino stopping dead in his tracks.
The first few moments were completely numb, and even his body seemed to have frozen, and Gilbert stared wide-eyed up at Francis, as if he perhaps thought that staring long enough would cause the Frenchman to offer up some sort of silent explanation for this action. It was sudden, indeed; Gilbert hadn't expected something like this. He'd never really thought that the blond harboured any particular feelings for him other than friendship, since he was so enamoured with their dear headmaster. And then the numbness faded, and he felt the way his cheeks had become hotter, felt the warmth emanating from the other just from the one point their bodies were joined.
Gilbert watched, quite helplessly, as the delusion that rang in his head and had tinged the hidden reality faded.
Suddenly the change of colour to Francis' cheeks made sense, the uncharacteristic flushing of skin and the way he'd been looking at him and his movements and the softness and everything. Everything fell into place and the albino gasped against the other man's lips, hands raising so his fingers could tug gently at his hair. For a moment he allowed the kiss, before the words from before, rather belatedly, reached his ears.
"...Gilbert. Punch me after this."
That wasn't a request, was it... that was an order. Right? The way his mind was currently working, that's what Gilbert thought it to be. There were two choices, here; he could let this continue, ignoring the order of his best friend, and land them both in deep trouble, or he could punch him and stop it before he ended up hurting Francis. Because he didn't want to hurt him and at this moment in time, the Professor wasn't too sure of his own feelings toward to blond, and didn't want to go on a spur-of-the-moment decision and ruin everything. Because he did like Arthur very, very much. The trouble was choosing between the two. They both bore qualities the albino loved to pieces - so extremely different qualities, but such stupidly loveable ones all the same.
But he wouldn't scream at Francis. He wouldn't hate him. He wouldn't shun, or laugh, or go spreading rumours about the school. Gilbert slowly balled a fist, clutching at something he'd never held before at the same time -- the other's feelings and his pride and his heart -- and threw it upwards to the stars, striking the other hard on the jaw with enough force to send him reeling back onto the grass.
Then he sat up, slowly, and moved over to take Francis' hands in his own, holding them tightly and whispering in a voice so soft it could've simply been the wind;
"why?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 18, 2010 6:36:25 GMT -5
[[ooc: *hugs* You're aliveeee! ; A ; Yeah, I don't mind the lengthy post, made me cry at the same time though XD]]
The kiss between him and his best friend was quite electric, a feeling Francis was not expecting at all. It was something different and he had to admit that it felt extremely good. To his the Prussian tasted like bittersweet alcohol or something along those lines. He closed his eyes, savouring the taste of the albino, dulling his senses to concentrate on his kiss. He had taken a huge chance on this and he knew that things will never be the same after this simple kiss.
As the seconds passed by, he felt reality slowly drifting away as his lips further pressed itself on the albino’s lips. His cheeks slowly began to flush into a deeper shade of red. But as he further did the action, the more nervousness began to creep into him. He was about to pull away and run away; he felt a painful collision between his jawbone and a certain someone’s fist.
Reeling back on the grass, Francis stared at Gilbert in both shock and gratefulness. At least that simple action was enough to snap the Frenchman back into his senses. However, as he stared at briefly into those scarlet eyes, the feelings of regret began to sink in. At the back of his mind, his consciousness screamed at him and scolded him for being a stupid idiot.
Feeling the albino’s hand on his and the barely audible question whispered, he felt his usually bright azure eyes brim with tears. “Gilbert...”
Why? Why did he do that?
“Gilbert... this is not easy for me to explain...” Francis muttered, a silent teardrop rolling down his cheek.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 18, 2010 9:33:56 GMT -5
((ooc: I ammm~! *cling* >w< Sobbuuu, don't cry, silly! *wipes tears* Although I cried while writing it too. >> I kind of intended it to be emotive or something so...that means it was a good post? ))
Of course, Gilbert knew the exact same thing as Francis, and had quietly known and accepted it since that kiss had been so suddenly instigated; that one touch, different from all the others in its warmth and intimacy and sentiment, would change everything for them one way or another. But he wouldn't let the blond hate himself for doing it. What use was there in hating when all it would bring about was worse feelings, and more regret? Which is why he'd held on to him after throwing that punch, because he didn't want the blond to regret it or think he was going to be pushed even further away.
If there was one thing he did know right now, it was that he didn't want to lose Francis in any way at all. And--
Everything seemed alight with indigo and starlight, pinpricks of brightness shining upon them as they sat on the wet grass together and created a rather odd image to any student peering out of their windows. And Gilbert didn't care - he couldn't have cared less if the entire school had suddenly burst out of the main doors and swarmed about them, questioning and wondering. His current focus was on making sure Francis wasn't thinking the wrong thing, that everything was hopeless. He wasn't sure what he felt, but maybe... Well. It wasn't as if there was no hope whatsoever. The albino just didn't know what to choose right about now, and needed time to think on it.
"Francis."
--why was he crying? Gilbert's visage twisted into an almost pained one, rife with distress, and he leaned in to kiss away his friend's tears, lips against damp skin. It was nearly as shocking as that kiss to see the Frenchman crying like this, as it certainly wasn't something he did often in public. He probably cried sometimes in private, where he could scream and let it out as he wished, but never out in the open like this. The last time the albino had seen this man cry in front of him they'd been so much younger, so much more afraid, and it'd been because of the death of Jeanne. He shouldn't be crying over something like this...
"Francis," he whispered again, repeated several times with shallow breathing, the sound flowing through his breath to be heard by the warmth and life of his best friend. He gathered a few more tears on his lips and stole them away, wishing he could take all of his pain as easily as that. "Don't cry. Just...just know that I won't hate you, ja? It doesn't matter what you say, I can't hate you." Squeezing his hands between his own, holding them close, Gilbert looked up and found himself staring into the blue depths of the endless sky that was Francis' eyes, the tearful windows to his soul. He shuddered at the sheer sight of them.
And he kissed away another tear.
"It's all right."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 20, 2010 21:21:16 GMT -5
[[ooc: oh i love the freaking drama]]
Francis shook his head at all of this, his usually bright blue eyes becoming dull as the darkening sky during evening. It was too much. He knows that he had feelings for Arthur but the more he spends time with Gilbert, the more he realizes that he is caught in between two things he cannot have at the same time. And it hurts.
It hurts so much.
Slowly, Francis began to hate himself for this. Hating himself for his weakness, hating himself for falling for the two people he clearly cares a lot. When he's with Gilbert, he feels like he could be himself, be as free as a little bird [no pun intended]. Laugh, be merry without any restraints. When he's with Arthur, with all that restraint and such, it excites him. Makes everything look liek a agme, a dare, a race to see if he could win that hard-to-be Brit's heart. Both were somethig Francis loves to do and it was giving the poor man inner turmoil.
Magic was the most useful things in the world and was like the equivalent of Muggle technology. But like technology, magic cannot mend nor make things like this easier to deal with. Sure, tehy had love potions and such but it doesn't solve everything. Things like that wear off in due time and sometimes, can be considered unpredicatable. And when things get out of hand, who knows if things will go back to what they used to be.
"F-forgive me..." Francis muttered as his tears were kissed away. He deeply wished Gilbert did not do that for it stirred something within Francis. The more Gilbert did it, the more Francis felt the urge to kiss the Prussian senseless. Make him dull with his kisses and only his kisses. But Francsi was scared at the same time. He did not want to lose some one again. Some one very close to him because of a very small thing.
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