#a-past-without-me

[blackhairandgoldenirises]

a-past-without-me replied to your post: "Brother! Brother, you look awful. Are you feeling...

[GOMEN IT’S HUNGOVER GIL LSKDJFKJ though Vince would love to tickle him—] “Are you sure?” Vincent frowns, then pouts almost childishly. “Why don’t you lie down, Gil? I’ll make you tea—Brother should let me care for him. Does your head hurt, Gil—?”

Well, there was only so long the Baskerville could keep up with that lie. All he did was jerk his head a bit to the side, and the searing headache once again returned to beat against the back of his head. Though he didn't want to bother his brother in nursing him, he would be lying if he said it wouldn't be greatly appreciated. 

"Maybe I should... sit down for a bit." No matter where the man seemed to place himself, the world around him seemed to spin around endlessly, making Gilbert feel nauseated. "Well... tea would be nice." Even now, he had a hard time accepting such simple help.

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Post-Holiday Hangover (@a-past-without-me)

The holidays were great. Gilbert loved the cooking and the warm feelings and the gift exchanges and the overall positive air that seemed to permeate every inch of every person. Even back in the Nightray household, the holidays had beenpleasant. And given everything that had started collapsing around their ears, he was more than happy to indulge a little more than he normally would have.

Which had lead to this.

Gilbert groaned and rolled over, covering his face with his pillow and cursing any light and any sound that managed to get in to his room. Hangovers were the worst. And yet he'd brought this on himself. He hadn't said noto any of the wine that had been passed his way. And now...Now he was left with a pounding headache and a fuzzy recollection of the holiday festivities. Just what had happened all night?

[retrxuvailles]

"Merry Christmas, Brother...." [;v;]

And instead of replying right away, he takes Vincent's shoulders and plants a big kiss to his lips. "Merry Christmas, Vincent."

[blackhairandgoldenirises]

"Merry Christmas, Gil...."

That exclamation from his younger brother certainly was... expected? But in the best of ways, of course. The younger blonde was always there with Gilbert to celebrate such holidays without fail. Every special event, his brother was always there for the noirette to celebrate. 

Only recently did the elder of the two realize how much he was pushing Vincent away, how much he walked away with a cold shoulder, always assuming his brother was fine while Gilbert walked toward his beloved master. After losing so much and getting it back with his own strength, the valet's eyes were finally opened in a sense. Before, the raven-haired man would simply (and unfortunately cruelly) push away his family in a bitter, ignorant way of living. 

But no more. Gilbert wants to face everything in his life head on, willing to accept any consequences with it. He wants to face his brother. There were plenty of things left unsaid between the two. But Gilbert was determined to move closer to his brother, step-by-step. 

A small smile tugged on his lips and a grateful warmth radiated from his golden eyes. Even if there was the slightest glimpse of sadness (that as of late, seemed to be his default tone) beneath Vincent's simple message, Gilbert truly did hope his brother would be cheerier befitting the season. He wanted him to be happy. Was that too much? 

"Ah..." Honestly... "Merry Christmas, Vince." And for, perhaps one of the few times in his life, he was completely honest with his brother. 

I can only hope we can... get closer in the new year. I know I've failed as a brother in so many ways and I can't apologize enough... but I don't intend to hide anymore. Merry Christmas.

And like a simple child, a light blush crossed the man's warm cheeks at his own thoughts. It was embarrassing in a way, but honest still.

Love ya', Vince.

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[colin pls help me I am dying that was the cutest post I've seen all day omfg bless darling Gilbabu's precious gentle soul and I LOST IT AT THE TAG HAWLP]

The tag is only telling the truth~

[blackhairandgoldenirises]

Christmas Blessings {a-past-without-me}

What an unexpected way to spend his time on Christmas eve. Not the most cheery turn of events. After a good long slumber, Gilbert once again tried to retie the bandages around his body, but once again because of his recent limitations due to his recently obtained condition, the injured man once again struggled with covering the vulnerable pulsing flesh on his head and sides.

He felt not only miserable from the sad state he was in, but that he may fail to give out the presents he bought ahead of time for his loved ones.  With a mighty heave with the strength of his one right arm, Gilbert pushed himself up so he could adjust his position. Never a person in favor of sitting in one place for too long, the noirette was growing restless albeit a bit nervous for the holiday season.

That lapse of anxiousness took a momentary halt as a gentle knock on the door to his chamber sounded through the room. With a light cough in the depth of his throat, Gilbert's gaze moved to the door before speaking. "Come in."