#ghostpining

[enchairr]

“You’re Gwenaël’s brother?” For a moment she breathed a sigh of relief. Gwenaël had stepped out for just a moment, she was surprised to see someone entirely different knock on the door. The relief quickly switched to an excited smile “Oh, come inside! I’m sure he’ll be back in just a few minutes. I can make you some tea if you’d like!” She left the door open and made a run for the kitchen. “My name is Gretchen! What’s yours?” She called back from the sink. (For Etienne 👀)

     TRUTH BE told, he wasn’t expecting his brother to have any guests. While far from being an hermit of sorts, it was also true that living in the middle of the woods cut off a lot of chances for social interactions - so when he heard the door creak open and a young voice address him he couldn’t entirely hide his surprise. A light sparkled deep inside his eyes, then was quickly swallowed as he offered her a friendly smile. A young girl, even. Truly had him wonder what  Gwenaël was up to that he had missed.

     “I’m in no—rush. I don’t mind sitting here a—while and waiting for—him." A light chuckle followed him as he stepped inside the house and headed to the kitchen without faltering. In such a familiar place only a closer look would’ve revealed the veil before his eyes, but judging by the noises she was making it’d be a long time before she noticed. Fingers brushed against the surface of the table, ran into an empty cup, which clinked on its saucepan with a squeak-like sound. Outside the cottage all was silent. The sunset painted the room vivid shades of orange and red - and for a moment, for the briefest of moments the crimson on Sin’s fingers resembled blood that was still fresh.

     “Mine’s—Etienne. Truly a—pleasure to meet you.” He dragged the chair on the floor, moving it away from the table so he could sit down. Even that simple noise felt oddly out of tune, too loud and too slow to feel right. His gaze never left the corner of the room where Gretchen’s voice had come from. “It’s rare for my—brother to have any sort of—guests. Just who are—you, my dear?” A voice so sweet, a tone so soft, no one would have mistaken his question for an offense.

[nghtry]

      Everything happened so quickly  —   in any other situation, Gilbert would’ve been quite confident in fending for himself but before being attacked, he quickly noted his attacker’s unnatural aura as well as their unnatural speed ... followed by a sharp pain piercing his ribs not once, but twice.  The rest was a haze until he came around again, dizzy and vulnerable, to a blond standing before him.  The conversation that had ensued was also a blur until the subject of ... vampires?  Wait ... Why do I have to become a vampire?

       ... He’ll die?  That’s preposterous.  Not only is it because this young man came to supposedly save him from his former attacker only to follow up with threatening his life, himself, but vampires?  What nonsense.  “  S — ..So then ... why ...  why did you — ?  ”  Gilbert grimaces, pressing his back against the cool brick wall, tightening his grip on his ribs. 

@ghostpining​ continued from here.

[nghtry]

Ghost Oz you say? 🤔👀

he definitely wouldn't help aid Gil's insomnia.

[nghtry]

@ghostpining​ said:  Oz glances over: so this is how you two flirt or-

      huff.  wheeze.  gasp —  

      “   I’m  NOT  flirting with him!  Oz, why would you even say that!?  ”  Are you encouraging this!?  Cut it out!  You’ll only encourage Break to do more stupid shit!

[nghtry]

That makes me think… some sort of howls moving castle au- or basically gil turns into big raven monster 👀

as much as i ADOOOORE the concept, partly because i adore studio ghibli and howl's moving castle specifically (right next to spirited away), my mind just puts Gil in Howl's position and I -- I cannot see him being suave and just, well, a flamboyant heartthrob that Howl portrays himself as lmao Gil is handsome, yes, but the man cannot and will not try to court people KFSAJ its just not in him. BUT IM ALL FOR BIG RAVEN MONSTER, ID BE DOWN TO INCORPORATE THAT IN LIKE. A VERSE OF SORTS...... same concept just eliminate the suave flamboyancy that is Howl Pendragon.

[enchairr]

“It’s been awhile.” Adelheid smiled toward her open door. She was right in the middle of gripping a tray of rolls with her apron. She placed them down to cool and walked over to Sy, her smile growing warmer by the second. The witch gently touched his cheek. “How are you, Sy? Anything exciting?”

     COMING BACK always felt natural, if not even bound to happen. The time to get back on the road and head into the woods and towards a single familiar cottage would always come, and he'd always pack his few belongings without complaining, as if he were simply answering a call. His feet would always find their way back to her, and he would always walk by the spot after which he'd start running, racing past trees and bushes and hidden deers that'd look at the human-looking creature and hear the melodies pouring out of him as if they were weighing him down and he were discarding them for his own survival. There was always that smell of freedom in the air - a vibration that rang through the whole forest and beckoned him closer, allowing him to leave bits of his disguise behind. Few other moments felt this freeing.

     And then he would - and he did now - stop in front of Adelheid's cottage and know her door was already open for her to come in and hop on top of the steps of the porch and see her again and think that having a mother must have felt this way or close to it, so very close he could almost begin to understand that feeling.

     His laughter rang out, like bells chiming and orchestras bursting into waterfalls of notes. "Plenty a' excitin' things! You ain't gonna believe half a' 'em!"

[enchairr]

"Sy~!" Wren drapes themselves lazily over Sy's shoulder. Everything has been so quiet lately. Ugh, how boring. If no one else is going to cause trouble, looks like these two have to step it up. "Sy let's go set something on fire!"

HE HAS been content with strumming a casual tune on his guitar for the past few minutes and, well - he might be guilty of kind of forgetting Wren was there with him until they launge forward and wrap him in a lazy embrace. He doesn't move, just stops playing, and looks up at them from above his shoulder, his gaze questioning but ready for whatever answer they might give him. It will be a good one for sure, he knows it will.

And Wren really doesn't disappoint him, and the smile spreading on Sy's lips in return has little of human. A few pieces of his disguise are stuck on it, but most of it looks different. Not quite right. An excitement that feels too wild to belong to this world, an eagerness that could kill if he decided to fully listen to it. But this is not the case.

"What somethin'?" He sets the guitar aside and turns properly to see Wren face to face and his emotions mirrored in the vampire's eyes. "C'mon, I'm sure you got an idea!"

[nghtry]

@ghostpining​ said:  He is beauty, he is grace

     he screams when cats are in his space.