☁ Black Feather;
As soon as Gil had turned around, Oz had looked away, not being able to look the other in the eyes. It was… Weird. Odd. Awkward. The whole atmosphere was, to him, at least. Why had he even called out to him? The blonde didn’t really knew himself. It just… Happened. He hadn’t been able to control it or hold it back. It was like a natural reaction. But why? He wasn’t Gilbert’s master anymore. He had no reason to call out to him, or to even assume that the raven would talk to him, let alone react positive to see him.
Oz would not even been surprised should his former servant point his gun at him again.
“—-!!?”
He had been so lost in those thoughts of his that he didn’t noticed Gil approaching him, and when the others hands took a grasp on his shoulders, the blonde flinched and immediately turned stiff. His head snapped up, his expression a mix of surprise and slight fear. But as soon as emerald eyes locked with gold ones, Oz looked away again. He couldn’t look him in the eyes. He just couldn’t.
“I-I…” he began, clenching his fists. Wait… Was he… Worried about him? But why? He wasn’t his servant anymore. He had no reason to worry.
No one had.
Oz was silent for a few moments, in which he only starred at the ground, trying to say something, but nothing came out. He was confused at the other’s worry, but even though he thought Gilbert shouldn’t worry about him, a part of him was… Happy.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde finally spoke, still not facing the taller male, and once again, his hand reaced up and clenched the fabric of his shirt on the spot where he had previously been wounded by the man that stood before him.
“I-I am fine.” The clenching of his shirt was stronger now. “You… You shouldn’t worry about that.” He now looked up again, altough he was still not able to look the other in the eye. His own eyes probably looked empty right now, like the ones of a puppet or something.
“You should worry about your master. Not me.” he said, now getting out of the others slight grip and taking a step backwards. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you-” His voice broke somewhat and he turned around, before speaking again. “It… It would probably be better if I go now…”
Right after those words leaved his mounth, Oz started to walk away, even though he actually didn’t wanted to. But he had to.
Because things were meant to be that way now, right.
Oz looked frightened.. Rather, he looked like he had when he'd finally been able to return to him after the duke Vessalius locked Gilbert up in the basement.. Empty.. Oz's words stung Gilbert deep, it wasn't his fault things had happened. It wasn't Oz's either. So why was he saying those things? "No.." His voice was quiet. He wasn't about to let Oz leave. That stupid tyrant was his friend, and he had vowed to always remain his servant. Even with.. The return of his memories, he had made a vow to this person of light in his life. There was no way he was going to go back on it.. Even if Leo made him shoot him.. He wasn't here now, so there was no way it would happen again!
Gilbert reached out with his left hand, grabbing the young blond before he was more than a step or two away and turned him back around. His hands firmly grasping his upper arms then. "Do you really think I'm going to let you leave now?" He frowned, golden eyes watching his face. "I promised I'd stay with you and I'm not about to let you just throw our time together away like that." What a brat. "Do you understand, Oz? Even with these memories, I'm not about to leave you."
He wanted to slap him, to knock some sense into his stupid head. But no, he couldn't hurt him. Not even a simple smack. He never wanted to hurt Oz, that incident.. Wasn't his doing. It was more like when Zwei had used her Chain on him before.. But no, he refused to think about it now. "Oz you're stuck with me." Gilbert offered a slight smile then. "Really, Oz, you're such a brat sometimes."