Grisly Reflections

Gilbert Beilschmidt | Vampire | Single [Vampire!Prussia RP Blog for a Hetalia AU]

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soo the group's dead ahaha fail

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Just as Lovino thought Gilbert was that masked man, he turned him away, making the feeling sink. What was he expecting anyway? As if that could be him. The brunette clutched his fists on his side and swallowed hard. “Just sit down. I’m almost done." Lovino brushed the hands off his shoulders and walked back in front of the stove to finish what he was cooking. Wrapping a towel tightly around his wounded hand, Lovino resumed his work.

He couldn’t deny the feeling of disappointment welling up inside of him though. The fact that he was frustrated that he was deeply attracted to a man he doesn’t even know of nor know the face wasn’t helping either. He bit his bottom lip in annoyance, repeatedly telling himself to just forget about it. Placing both plates on the table, he called out to the albino. “Eat up, and tell me whatever we need to talk about so you could leave." Now his mood’s just gone from bad to worse.

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As to why every little thing bothered him, Gilbert was still lost on it. He felt a growing headache over something that shouldn't even mean much, especially to someone like him. Still, he followed orders, dragging himself to contemplate on his own at the couch. It felt as though he was toying with him, being the only one to know. And even though it was easy to simply blurt it out, he didn't say anything. With his appetite now gone, Gilbert dragged himself to the dining table. 

"I get it, I get it, I'll leave you alone." Ignoring the pasta for a while (no matter how great they smelled), Gilbert decided to be direct to the point. The one time he starts getting interested in someone, and that person starts hating him. Great. Just. Great. "The place is all set in the first place, you just have to go there. I have to take you there myself for, err, precautions." He looked down on the plate of pasta and twisted the fork around the middle of it, finally taking his first bite on the meal. The fork stayed in his mouth for a while, shocked at the immediate taste. Two more bites followed afterwards.  

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His hand had gone numb when he felt Gilbert had stopped sucking. The moment the albino looked up at him, he met his eyes and a familiar sensation haunted him. He stood there, wide-eyes in surprise as Gilbert let go of his hand and began to walk away. Now that he thought about it, the feeling of his lips over his skin did feel familiar. He slowly turned his head to catch a glimpse of Gilbert who seemed to be in a panic, even mistakenly wearing his jacket.

As the albino tried to take the jacket off, Lovino helped him. Placing the jacket back on the couch, he grabbed the man’s hand and had him face him. Lovino scowled as his eyes examined his features. His hand reached out for his cheek, caressing it the same way he did to that masked stranger. The unmistakably cold skin, those unique pair of eyes and that silver hair— why didn’t he notice it back then? But he still wan’t so sure. Maybe he was just thinking too much?

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Frozen in place, Gilbert let him do as he pleases, the warmth from the other's palm calming him down. He looked like he was analyzing him. Thinking just as much as Gilbert was earlier. His body responding for him, he took the hand that was caressing his face, about to plant kisses on those fingers that tried to take in the details of his face before his mind instructed him to stop. Even from earlier, he already had a feeling Lovino knew, even if his masked from the other night wasn't removed. A mixture of good and bad left his mind puzzled on how to act.

Instead of repeating the actions from the other night, he spun him towards the direction of the forgotten cooking area. "The pasta's waiting." Putting both hands on the other's shoulder, he gave him a small push forward, leading him back to the forgotten dinner. "T-tell me if you need help, I can do the cutting."

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"Y-Yeah, just a small cut, don’t worry." He replied, putting pressure over the wound to stop it from bleeding. He didn’t even notice Gilbert standing next to him, already holding onto his hand. “I said I’m fine—" Lovino felt his muscles tense as he felt the warmth over his hand. “H-Hey, stop—" Lovino tried to grab a few locks of the albino’s hair to pull his head away from his hand when a realization stuck him for a brief moment. The same silver hair… No, no, it’s not like Gilbert was the only guy with this hair color in the world, after all.

His attention drew back to his hand which was still being sucked on by the albino. He felt the heat rise to his face as a weird sensation filled him. A slight light-headed feeling came over him as he tried to pull his hand away. “Gilbert!" His voice managed to squeak out, in an attempt to get the man’s attention.

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The taste of blood seemed new to him, for quite some time, he successfully strayed away from the diet of a normal vampire. But now, he remembered just how strongly even a droplet of the red liquid affected him, losing himself for a moment until a voice snapped him out of it. Stopping at once, lips still on the cut, he looked up to see a flustered Lovino. It took him a few seconds to realize what he had been doing, and a few more to let go of the hand"That...should... stop the bleeding."  Fuck.

Cursing himself repeatedly, he wiped his bottom lip with the back of his hand and turned around, already headed to the door, "I should get bandages or something--" Coat. Coat. Where's my coat. He spotted a garment on a chair and assumed it was his, immediately putting it on. When he realized it was a jacket and it was relatively smaller than what size he was used to, he ran a hand down his face again and hurriedly took it off. 

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"You’re going to have dinner cooked by me, you call that not hospitable?" The brunette scoffed as he strained the pasta dry. He was busy cutting up some basil leaves when the albino finally replied to his question. So he knew that man! “R-Reall— Ow!" In his surprise and in his sudden attempt to turn around and face Gilbert, his hand slipped and cut his finger in the process. “Ah, fuck!" He hissed as he washed his hands and held a towel over his wound.

That was a stupid move; getting excited over someone who practically didn’t want anything to do with him right after finding out who he was. Good thing it was his dominant hand or else he’d have trouble painting. He looked over his hand and saw that the cut was between his thumb and index finger. It was deep, but it wasn’t that bad, he thought.

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The sudden yelp send Gilbert up his feet immediately to check up on what happened. "You alright there?" As he approached, however, his senses already got a gist of what happened-- the scent of blood was too unmistakable. As if in a daze, Gilbert slowly approached Lovino, wanting to see the wound from upclose. Noticing the cut, he took the injured hand without warning, observing the bleeding from a close distance. 

There's that sensation again-- something he's been avoiding since long ago. While he usually had a strong grasp on his control, somehow, it easily disappears in the presence of the brunette. His attention rested on nothing but the hand he was holding, pulling the cut part closer to his lips. Parting his mouth, he slid a tongue over the fresh wound, gently sucking on it.

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Ignoring the comment, he set out to take the ingredients out of the plastic bag and washed them, putting them on a strainer to dry. He pulled out a pan and set it over the small stove he had, heating it first while he proceeded to cut the vegetables. “I just planned on having something that’s easy and quick to make so I’m making pasta." He sliced the tomatoes swiftly, showing how skilled he was with his hands. “If you don’t want it, you could buy something for yourself outside."

It was the first time he’s ever had anyone come over so he didn’t really know how to treat a guest— not that he thought of Gilbert as one. While he was boiling the pasta, he prepared the sauce, working quickly. “Hey.." He began right out of nowhere. “Do you… happen to know a masked man who was wearing a tuxedo and a top hat during that party of yours?" Well, considering Gilbert was the host of the party, the possibility that he had talked with almost everyone was inevitable. Though he didn’t really see him back then, or maybe he just didn’t notice.

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"You're not very hospitable, aren't you?" Gilbert simply shook his head and sighed, finding it hard to believe he was glued to this man some night ago. Now, it was back to the 'you're just an annoying person' treatment. He watched him work his magic in the kitchen, admittedly impressed. In all his years, Gilbert still couldn't cook much. 

For a while, he found himself busy just watching the other's back as it moved from here and there, working on the pasta. It wasn't until a topic about the party was brought up did he come to his senses. He coughed into his gloved hand, startled at the sudden question? "E-excuse me..." Of course I know! That was me! "Yeah... why'd you ask?" 

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He was caught in surprise when he felt the load in his hand leave his grasp and looked at the albino, confused. “Don’t read into it too much, bastard. I’m not inviting you over because I want to. I just don’t want to stay out there on the streets and talk." He took the stairs and walked up to the third floor, turning right and then stopping at the second door in the corridor. He pulled the keys out of his jacket, unlocking the door a few seconds later. “Make sure you shut the door properly after you enter." He called out to the albino as he went ahead, putting his bag down on the small couch.

His place wasn’t much. It was just one room with everything in it. It was all his salary from his part-time job could afford, after all. Still, he didn’t hate it that much. There was a small table by the window, and Lovino pointed at it. “Just leave the groceries over there. You can just sit at the couch while I cook." He took his jacket off and hung it on an empty chair before walking over to the sink to wash his hands.

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"...right." Just as quickly as hope appeared, it went down the drain. He answered with 'okays' and 'alrights', eyes wandering as he entered the apartment. It was a small, ordinary home for one; the complete opposite of his current living arrangements. If he was in Lovino's shoes, he might have been thrilled for a grand change too. But to be honest? This definition of home was better. 

"Nice flat." He remarked as he placed the groceries down and took off his coat. A little lost on where to put it, he just took it with him to the couch, folding it neatly beside him. Afterwards, he tried to sit still bt ended up becoming uneasy with the lack of anything to do. "Mmm, so... what's on the menu?" 

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Rolling his eyes, the Italian scoffed as he lifted the plastic bag containing the stuff he bought. “I can’t possibly be going anywhere else with these, right? So, obviously, I am." Though it may be normal for people to always see him in a foul mood, Lovino knew when it was worse or better than usual. And this was one of the times that it was worse. He wasn’t really in the mood to talk at the moment, but realizing that he can’t always vent his frustrations out on others, he sighed. “Can we talk about that back at my place? We could talk it over dinner, I’m hungry."

Without really waiting for a reply, he started walking towards the direction of his apartment. He didn’t bother looking back if Gilbert was following him or not. Truth be told, after what happened back at the castle, he didn’t seem to excited about the switch now. He’d just remember everything. Yet, at the same time, he still wanted to push through with it, putting the idea of being able to paint the castle’s structures as his main reason.

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Gilbert may have been reading it wrong, but he saw this as a good thing. Sure he was being moody and cold, unusually even more so right now, but he invited him for dinner. That could just mean there's no bad blood between them. And he found it hard to believe he was completely indistinguishable on the previous night, so maybe.... "Wait up--"

Catching up to the already walking Lovino, the blinded by what seemed like a stong infatuation followed him like a pup, unable to control a grin from appearing on his face. While walking, he'd take turns looking at the road and then at the brunette. He has to know... right? He never invited me over dinner before. Maybe he wants to patch things up? "...." Face palming at how his mind was working, he let out a small groan of frustration. Overthinking... yes that was just it. Walking beside the italian instead of simply being behind him like a loyal pet, he took the plastic bag away from Lovino's hands. Before he can protest, he said, "Since you're having me over for dinner, it's common courtesy for me to atleast bring this for you." 

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Since the night of the party at the castle, Lovino’s mood has been worse than ever, to the point that he’d sometimes scare off the customers or argued with them. Because of all that, not only did he get one heck of a scolding from his boss, he also got suspended for a few days telling him to clean up his act and come back when he’s done being a sulking mess. It annoyed Lovino, to be honest. He shouldn’t even be dwelling on this as much as he was doing now, but he couldn’t just get the memory off his head. It’s the first time he felt so attracted to someone, even if he was a total stranger that he met for the first time.

For the meantime, all he did was focus on his classes. He was on his way home from the university when he decided to drop by the market to buy something to eat for dinner. He even bought some liquor, maybe a few drinks would help. Once he had bought all that he needed, he headed back to his apartment until he heard a familiar voice call out to him. When he looked up, he was met with a face he didn’t really feel like seeing right now. Oh, great, that annoying pastor. With an uninterested tone, he lifted his hand up, as if waving at the man and replied, “Hey."

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Snickering somewhere out there was fate, undoubtedly laughing at his ordeal. Lovino seemed like his usual self, grumpy for reasons he will never know. And the way he was looking at him now, nothing seemed to have changed. This was... a relief? Yes, Gilbert saw it as a good thing. Perking up a bit, he looked down and noticed Lovino had gone to the market. "Heading home?" While it was none of his business, he realized then and there they hadn't talked about the house switching deal from last time. 

"The place is clean and back to normal now." He started opening the topic, referring to the castle he calls a home. From what he remembers, Lovino was eager and dead set on their deal, he just wasn't sure if that was still the case now. "Still up for the switch?"

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It was sometime in the late afternoon when Gilbert found himself in Hullin. Being in the city didn't bother him at all-- until he found himself thinking too much about a certain individual. Forget about it, he says. Easier said than done. If you've lived long enough for so called friends to grow old and die, and to have the process repeat over and over again-- forgetting just isn't possible anymore. He let out a sigh, pushing the thoughts away for the nth time today. 

The market was a street away now, all he had to do was but a few things and scram. He took his wallet out just to check, but in the process, the pen he'd been carrying in his pocket fell. Bending over, he took the pen back. When he got up again, his eyes widened in obvious shock. A person was standing in front of him. Brown hair, olive skin, and eyes he can't mistake for anyone else's anymore. "Hey."

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She holds onto him as she lets out a small Eep. “Not funny." she states as she knows shes scarlet to her ears. “I Don’t get out much, not good with the sun. but I’m either here or at my job in the library." she tells him keeping up with his up tempo beat. “How about you? You must get some practice, considering how well your dancing/"

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Managing a somewhat loud laugh, he mustered a small apology. "Sorry, sorry~" He wasn't actually feeling sorry. "Nah, you just get used to it after a few years. Not that much of a dancer, to be honest. It just so happens that you, milady, aren't that good too~"

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"That would be nice, would it not?" She mused, looking out at the lake with a blank expression in her eyes. Lakes with healing abilities certainly would be useful. “I guess that the water is just refreshing enough to cool one’s nerves.." Hanna felt more awake now, that was for sure, since she’d placed her feet in the water. “It’s nice.."

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"Feeling a little better, too?" He looked back at her, observing her expression. "If you are, we could get something to eat inside. Heard the one who organized this feast worked real hard at getting the best food-- and I heard he's handsome~"

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Too much browsing around | langelodellamore

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"It’s okay, really." She smiled at him, “I swear, it is." She looked at his book, her curiosity peaked. Her lips curled into a grin, “Oh that book! It’s really good, I fully recommend it!"

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"I know~ Already read most of it." Thankful it was okay, he stood up from where he was sitting, only to realize just how long it really had been since he sat down earlier. He stretched a bit and waited for his legs to stop from feeling dead. "I think my legs died on me..."

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She smiled at his own smile, she nodded. “Ja-" She covered her mouth before she continued, shaking her head, she tried to get her English right. “Yes." She nodded rapidly, her hair bouncing up and down at her conformation. “I really like flowers and I wanted to know more."

Then her mouth formed an ‘o’, and her head nodded even more rapidly. “Please?! I wanna see!"

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"Don't hate me if they're not as pretty as the ones you saw before." A joke, of course. He himself likes a good scenery, so he makes sure his garden is well cared for. Pointing a finger to where they should be headed, he gave him a quick nod. "To the garden~" With that, he started walking.

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Lost? | sealesssiren

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"Ha... Ha.... You are a comic genius." She said whilst rolling her eyes. "Like I have not hear zhat one before. Und I have you knov, ve are actually children of zhe earzh. I just.... I just prefer land, zhat is all..." She wasn't going to get into the story of how she never found drowning people amusing and how she was always made fun of by the other Sirens.

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"Well if it makes you feel any better, your guess earlier was right." He admittedly lying in a casual tone, starting to paddle towards the path again. The boat hit land, and from here, they could easily walk. As nice as she seemed, Sirens + the open waters doesn't equate to a good combo.  

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  Nodding in response, Lovino took hold of the man’s own mask, waiting for the cue to remove it. Feeling his mask leave his face, the Italian looked directly at the stranger’s eyes, a mixture of feelings swirling inside his chest. Now that he has seen him, what will he do? He was certain of one thing though, he was surprised. Before Lovino could take the mask off from the stranger, he had jerked back, keeping his face hidden. The action, for some reason, sent a jolt in his chest— he felt offended. What kind of reaction was that right after seeing his face? For a brief moment, there was a look of hurt in his face but his expression had immediately turned sour.

He swiftly took his mask back from the man’s grasp and clutched it tightly. He shot daggers at him and decided to break the silence. “It seems like I didn’t reach your expectations, huh? You don’t have to look so—" What term should he even use to describe this? He’ll just have to go with what his own interpretation was then; it’s not like it’d be far from what the man before him probably had in mind. "—disgusted over what you saw." The words left a bitter taste in his mouth as he averted his eyes away. Turning on his heel, the brunette knew he had no reasons for being here anymore. He shouldn’t even have attended this stupid party. “Don’t worry, I’ll just pretend nothing happened so you should just do the same. Ciao, bastardo." The last two words were said out spitefully, Lovino’s frustration evident in his tone. With that, he began to head out of the castle and back to the garden. From there, he’d just go back to the main hall and then go home.

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Expectations? The hell was he talking about? Disgust of any sort never even entered his mind. As to why he even thought that way, Gilbert could only guess it was because of his refusal to keep up with the deal. But before he could even explain himself, the man that stole his attention and triggered an immediate sense of affection had already left. Cupid, as always, had played him well again tonight. As quick as how the night turns into day, he submerged himself in the shadows, following the already escaping Lovino Vargas. He could approach him now. Could tell him why he took a step back. But like how he hesitated earlier, his legs stopped moving and he continued to hide.

He's never noticed him before. Never did he place him in a special pedestal. But now, as if there was some strange pull in his strings, he   easily stood out from the sea of people that he passed by. Gilbert stopped following, choosing to hide in the comfort of the dark. He's see the unmasked barrista some time soon. The thought made him fall back against a wall, hand running down his face after he took off that wretched mask of his. "Fuck..." He groaned in frustration, unable to determine how to contemplate what had happened tonight.