#nightray-boy

[blackhairandgoldenirises]

((Because I like to torture my muse)) I want the K

4. Forehead kiss

[ This drabble thing shall take place when they were both younger. So Gilbert's 14 or 15, give or take. ]

Reading outdoors against a finely grown tree while the sun shined just right through the branches seemed to be a happy habit Gilbert picked up from Oscar. Back in those days when his 'father' figure, Oscar would grab Gilbert, Ada, and Oz and eagerly read them stories of far off adventures and mysterious. The three of them always enjoyed those times together.

And, incidentally, Elliot was also very eager to sit down and read The Holy Knight series with his adoptive older brother while lounging in the garden of the Nightray estate.

The young noirette leafed through those aged pages one by one, reading out the printed out lines of Elliot's favorite book series to him in Gilbert usual soft and easy tone.

It was a fun ritual those two shared together. Gilbert would read out the lines of one page and Elliot would read the next. Gilbert would add in his own mediocre skills of voice acting to speak out all of Edgar's line (in a rather loud and nearly humiliating fashion). Elliot, in turn, would read out Edwin's lines with as much vigor and confidence that the younger's small body could. 

After a long afternoon of reading however, Elliot seemed to have eventually fallen asleep. Well, the warm weather was quite comfortable and ideal for napping.

Gilbert couldn't help but have a soft smile form on his lips while a light chuckle escaped his throat (both actions which would cause a good punch to the gut if his younger brother was still awake).

Closing the book and resting it on the grass beside him, the elder gave a soft kiss on Elliot's forehead before leaning back, allowing himself to relax and join his dear brother in a good nap.

[the-teller-of-your-pather-blog]

nightray-boy has become quite lost

The boy whom bares eyes of azure had come to the fortune manor.

Walking about his shop before pausing as the door creaked open in a shrilling, maybe he should oil it-- nahh~ the teller watched this strange male enter the little torn up mansion filled with everything that probably came form your basic horror shack .

Yep nailed that intro! as he spoke to the noble boy the stitch of his mouth moved, they were apart of him as well at the ones on his wrists and his neck, and all over his body but rest were hidden by fabric~ "Hey your hair is kinda fumy looking ~" says the one with lock of ivory.