No matter what happens...

I will be beside you.

[saintism]

     One blink is given at the notice of their hands brushing against each other, more so surprised than embarrassed as the raven beside her. Perchance it was the mere fact she had not expected any assistance in retrieving the items that have fallen, recollecting the many rude faces amongst the kindly she has come across in her lengthy stay of the city. Silent is her gratitude as she retracts her hand in a calmly manner, instead electing to stand in defeat of the fallen item itself.

     ❝ I am glad, then, ❞ her answer simplistic at best, fingers curling tightly around the handle of the bag she had managed to salvage from tumbling to the ground. At his next comment, howsoever, she can only bring herself to smile gently in response. Blonde tresses sway as she shakes her head so, shifting so she can rummage through the clustered remains to retrieve what appears to be a partial wing, attached to a miniature statue of a glass person.

     ❝ It is nothing I cannot replace. There are many angels, ones made of glass and other materials at the store it comes from, ❞ she exhibits, extending her hand to show the man what the fallen object was. In the end, it was merely a piece she could not help but find herself drawn to in passing; as if it would remind her of the days that she once was able to converse with them in any time of need. ❝ You need not apologize. I pray it will be fixable, if not. ❞

[corvusesque]

     -; Well at the very least, the blonde doesn’t seem to be too bothered by the unfortunate incident.

     The last thing the poor man wants is to encounter some sort of brat that would chew him out for his foolish accident... Yet even so, such a person would be welcomed if only for the reason that it would bring back some more pleasant memories for the raven. In a place like this, that’s so different from his home, there couldn’t possibly be any harm in losing himself to a more mirthful nostalgia, right?

     Upon seeing the ruins of the stranger’s delicate figurine, however, another pang of guilt is felt within the man’s heart. Honestly, this would had been much easier on himself if the person he encountered had been rude, but... Well, it seems his luck isn’t so fantastic today.

     Not that it ever has been.

    ❝ Ah... What a shame; it looks very beautiful, ❞ he manages to comment, eyebrows furrowing together as an expression of guilt contorts onto his features. He had never been one for figures and statues, but he certainly couldn’t deny that the broken, glass angel had some charm to it... For whatever reason.

     ❝ Oh, I know! Er... Here, I’ll pay for the replacement or fix it if need be; it was my fault, after all. ❞

[saintism]

     Perchance she should had expected an encounter as this from what length of time she has been captured within these streets. Still, it always comes as a surprise when another happens to collide with you, whether it be from sheer rudeness to a simplistic accident. And, from the looks, this very moment was the latter indeed. Even so, what means of it happening does not alter the outcome that is to befall the maiden so.

     One bag slips from elfin digits as she steps backward, hearing the shatter of something glass within one of them. A minor loss in comparison to the man riled up in front of her over something she knew not. ❝ It is alright, ❞ the reply comes despite his lack of completing his own words. It is only obvious what he was trying to convey, at the very least.

     A hand extends down to shift through the fallen bag thereafter, careful not to slice her hand on what shards of glass might be there so she might gather what was salvageable. Lips part to exhale a gentle sigh; not of what the unfortunate stranger had caused, but only of the overall predicament that they were thrust into due to their poor luck.

     ❝ … ah, but are you alright? It is like you have seen something horrific. I pray that is not the case. If there is anything I can do, however, I will do what I am able. ❞

[corvusesque]

     --; The fact that he can’t seem to control his coughing at the moment only seems to further the embarrassment he feels. It’s bad enough that he had been so foolish to be startled by that dreaded feline and knock himself into the blonde, but he had made her drop and break something as well. Surely, this is something he won’t be able to forget before he sleeps later.

     And no doubt it’s what will keep him awake.

     Regardless, he still has his manners (when he sees fit) and as a result he, too, bends down to help the woman pick up what she had dropped. As he reaches out, however, a hand touches her own and he jolts his own back, the red on his cheeks becoming an even deeper shade of red. Oh, will this day of embarrassment never end?!

     ❝ I’m f--... I’m fine. ❞ he finally manages an answer after clearing his throat, standing back up to his full height. For the time being, his eyes either remain shut or his golden gaze fervently avoids the blonde’s if only because he can’t look her in the eye after everything he’s done to her. Honestly, why did all this have to happen today...?

     ❝ I... Should be asking you that. It sounds like you broke something in there and I can only hope you didn’t cut your hand or anything because of me. ❞

[corvusesque]

@saintism

     --; It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen before.

     Not even in his wildest dreams had the male pictured any sort of town or city like this one. Lights of various colours shone throughout the streets, people dressed in odd garments littered the city and much, much more. In fact, it’s so much to take in that the golden optics of the raven-haired man dart back and forth at a hasty speed... And only cause Gilbert’s eyes to become sore and a headache to surface within his skull.

     He has no real way of understanding just he got here and for the time being, it simply doesn’t matter. What he needs to do now is find a way out. If he can’t even keep that one promise he made to those two special people some time ago, then what good is he...?

     Before the Baskerville has time to wallow in his anguish, however, a feline of black darts right out in front of Gilbert’s feet. Gasping inwardly and choking on his spit, the surprise of the unpredictable encounter sends him a few steps backwards, coughing uncontrollably and thrusting himself into someone... Of a far shorter stature than he.

     Nice work, Gilbert.

     ❝ O-Oh-- I’m-- ❞ he turns and attempts to formulate words, only to continue coughing of which he blocks with his only hand.

[corvusesque]

( rolls in nervousLY OKAY! This will be a non-event related starter and the cap for this one will be 3 for now until I get back into the swing of this goob’s muse; alteratively, my askbox is always open for plotting! )

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Gilbert Nightray~

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The emotion that hung from Gilbert’s face was an atypical reaction when the two crossed paths, rare though it was. Outside of a visit for certain disclosed matters, or that of the official occasion where both had to go, the elder brother seemed to keep the Nightray household at an arm’s reach. Not that it stopped Vincent from keeping tabs on him, of course. His brother’s movements were an easy thing to track these days — something the younger brother kept good record of.

Yet, even he could slip through Vincent’s watchful gaze. Certainly Gilbert’s sudden appearance was unforeseen event on today’s schedule, it was by no means an unwelcome one. "And good morning to you too, Gil," the blond replied, a lighthearted chuckle following right behind it. Tactfully he plays Gil’s surprise off as a joke, subtle in his movements. "Ah, you mean here, don’t you? Well if you must know, I was prowling for my next victim. " The smile that play’s Vincent’s lips is hardly faux, but by no means is it completely genuine; straddling the line between a sibling’s tease, and oddly sinister. It was the best he could do, unfortunately.

"—That was a joke, Gil." Hopefully it would be seen as one. Despite being blood-siblings, it seemed even Gilbert was fazed by his dark sense of humor. "Really, I was simply taking a walk. It’s not that odd, is it now?" Probably, given his unfortunate habit of sleeping at the most inappropriate times. How kind for his brother to worry over the matter. Vincent follows his brother’s gaze to the board, taking note of the look his features formed.

"Yes, chess," he confirms the notion with a small nod. The initial question had been poised to someone else — anyone besides him, that is — Vincent had no intent of turning his brother away. If anything, this was better then tending (see: hopelessly humiliating) some fair-haired, doe-eyed stranger out of the blue for shits and giggles. "Ah, you mean the game’s we played as kids? Of course I remember." It was hard to forget. Whilst the game’s had been enjoyable, each one had resulted in Gil’s loss. Eventually they stopped playing because of that simple fact.

Mismatched eyes fall to the board set between them, half-smile tracing Vincent’s lips. "But, you know what they say, don’t you? Sibling rivalry is good for growth, no matter the age." A white lie; though he had little doubt some man, clad in white lab coat, would just as easily say it. Hands splayed out, he takes on a kinder tone when asking next. "So, why don’t we play once more for old time’s sake? It’s been far too long, brother."

[corvusesque]

For a moment, Gilbert is unsure of how to feel about the chance meeting. Of course he's happy to see his younger brother, as he usually is, but even so... He can't help but also feel a mixture of worry and perhaps a foreboding feeling as well along with his mirth. Vincent always seems to involve himself with some shady people, even if he's unaware of the extent of just how many he associates with and just how bad they really are...

"E-Eh!?" a look of shock washes over his features, however, upon hearing the blond utter words that are perhaps darker sounding than intended. The look still remains even as the other reassures the raven that it had merely been a joke, for Gilbert doesn't doubt that Vincent had been looking for a victim of some kind... Perhaps to best them at chess or perhaps for something else entirely. He's pretty unsure about that...

Regardless, the male manages to lighten up once more as he silently exhales, straightening up again as his eyes of gold look at the blond once more, an eyebrow being raised as Vincent insists on his brother's participation. Of course, Gilbert's aware of how prodigy-like Vincent is, but...

Well, Gilbert's feeling a little more confident today, it seems. After all, it's been quite some time since their last match and he thinks he's learned quite a few things from their previous matches and the giant gap in time since the last time the duo played a match against each other. "Fine, fine," he finally responds, perhaps a look of mild angst contorting onto his expression. "Just one game though, alright? You know how long these matches can take..." or so he's heard. From what he remembers from the last time the two played together, Gilbert had been defeated rather quickly.... As humiliating as the thought itself is.

"Hm... I don't really recall us ever having any sort of 'rivalry', though," he utters as he seats himself across from his sibling, a thoughtful look washing onto his features. The thought of one's younger brother learning everything quicker than them and becoming better in some ways than the older sibling might be daunting to some, to Gilbert, he has never felt anything of the sort towards Vincent. In a way, he admires his genius and how he's able to pick up on things so quickly...

Though in a way, Gilbert supposes he would like to learn as quickly as he.

[brynhildring]

✻; A Chance Meeting || CLOSED

The journey back home certainly is a long one.

Or rather, it is these days. Never once did she particularly mind the walk from her apartment to school and back again, and why should it? The silver-haired teen is quite athletic and quite enjoys long walks herself… But perhaps lately she has taken note of just how long her trips back and forth are due to how recently she’s been walking someone else home after school.

It’s odd to think about, or at least, that’s what Seven believes, but she supposes in the end she doesn’t particularly mind; after all, the time she gets to spend with the blond male she has come to quite like throughout these past few months mean the world to her. For a moment whilst pondering this, Seven can’t help but stop in her tracks and wonder just when she became like…

Well, like a typical high school girl regarding these sorts of things.

"…." "… But I am a normal high school girl,” she mumbles quietly to herself, rubbing the back of her neck as she takes notice of someone walking by… Or rather, the wallet that seems to fall out of their pocket as they graze past the female. Quickly she bends over to pick up the object, taking note of the ID in the front pocket of it that is visible to her mauve hues. Normally she wouldn’t pay much mind to it, but she can’t help but almost stare in awe at the name given on the ID.

'Gilbert Nightray'.

Nightray… Nightray… That’s right; that’s Elliot’s surname, right? As if she would forget! Which means then that this person is… Well, she already has come up with the conclusion, but Seven realizes she needs to give this back before coming up with any more answers, so off she goes, sprinting up to the man clad in black and tapping his shoulder lightly to get his attention.

"Ah, hello… You seemed to have dropped this,"

[corvusesque]

Becoming lost in his thoughts these days is something of a normalcy to the raven. Very seldom does he find the time to spare a thought about personal matters when he's at work which consumes a lot of his time during the day. So, when Gilbert is done his shift, he likes to simply take a small stroll along the city, thinking about various things that, perhaps, other people would have only thought about for a moment when they could spare the time.

Thoughts such as what to make for dinner, what dirty clothes he needs to sort into his laundry pile, if he needs to tend to his garden (as shameful as it is),... Though, more important matters such as how his younger brothers are doing find themselves clouding the male's mind first and foremost, which perhaps causes him more grief than he would like to admit.

Those two... Yes, they always seem to have trouble following right behind them, don't they? As much as he cares for them and looks after them, it seems that mischief likes to weasel its way into their lives... And into his as well, much to his chagrin. With a sigh, the raven-haired male stops for a moment to reach into his coat pocket to reach for a cigarette when-- "--Ah?" his form turning as soon as his shoulder is tapped upon, his golden hues find themselves laying their sights upon a teenage girl with silver hair... And the most peculiar violet eyes. For a moment, he briefly wonders why on earth she wants to gain the attention of someone like he before his gaze drifts down to the hands of the girl and...

Ah, that's... His wallet? Oh, honestly, how could he have dropped something so important!? With an exasperated exhale, he simply gives a nod at first and quickly takes the wallet from the girl's grip, burying deep within one of his pockets once more.

"... Thanks," he finally manages to say, his eyes looking to the ground as if he feels some degree of shame concerning the incident. "That was... Pretty nice of you. I don't know what I'd do if I lost this... Thanks again,"