#soladevotione

[protectxur]

There you go again doing the thing Gilbert.

[piantogrande-archived-blog]

                              One thing he basically enjoy was playing the cello. He could do it for hours and hours especially when he’s doing it for the purpose of self-entertainment and enjoyment and not having to please any audiences. He sat there with his fingers pressing on thick strings made out of human guts and his other hand holding the bow gently, grinding it through the four said sturdy strings. He was playing Bach’s Allemande suit no. 1 in the empty practice room and he was so deep into his music that he couldn’t even hear any mortifying ringing noises in his ears anymore. His soul was basically drowned in the beautiful piece him and his cello was creating - and he was glad and blessed that nothing would ruin the moment he was having with his beloved instrument. 

[misere-re]

{You've found sola--devotione, hellothisisminmin and disturbed-raven}

"Ah, more people here~ I wonder if any of you can help me?"

[protectxur]

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A yawn passed Ada's lips as she and Gilbert made their way down the hallway towards her room. Their hands were lightly entwined, just barely holding on; sleepiness the reasoning for their lack of a proper grip. Once in front of the door, Ada turned slightly and Gilbert was already there, leaning down to gently press their lips together, and Ada's hand came up to hold his cheek gently, a little unwilling to let him go just yet. When they finally did, she took his hand in both hers and her emerald eyes took on a slight pleading tone to them.

"Stay with me tonight?"

Gilbert paused and blinked at her, digesting her words, a bit taken aback by them to be honest. There was a lot of hesitation coming from him if he was going to be frank, and a lot of things to consider if he were even going to agree to such a thing. Lifting his gaze up to the bedroom behind her, it was an innocent enough request coming from her; she simply wanted him to be with her while she slept. As the seconds turned to a minute, Ada squeezed his hand and a "Please?" passed her lips again.

A small sigh was heaved, he was thinking he'd probably regret it, but he had a hard time telling the Vessalius no. There would just have to be some precautions taken in the morning so that they weren't seen. Nodding finally, Ada smiled slightly and turned into the room, Gilbert right behind her. The door made a gentle 'click' as it was closed behind them and they were given their privacy. Ada was already in her nightgown, so all Gilbert had to do was lose his jacket, shoes, and his pants if he were to be so bold. Ada started to help him undress as they reached her bedside, but he shook his head and said he was fine, so she complied and sat herself down on the edge, pushing herself up towards where she normally lay.

Gilbert followed suit climbing onto the bed in silence, laying on his right side beside her. Tugging the blanket up over both of them, Ada's own arm wrapped securely around Gil's waist. No doubt the Nightray's cheeks were probably a healthy shade of red, but it balanced out since Ada's had color to them as well. Her first time sharing a bed with another man that wasn't her brother, and the tone between them was completely different than when she and Oz were little and she would sneak into his bed looking for some comfort. Gilbert was her significant other, her lover as well if they were ever to take their relationship to a higher level, which Ada wasn't sure if they would or not. But that was far from her mind right now regardless, she was more focusing on how comfortable she was in bed with him; having someone to snuggle up to and lay against, someone else in the bed keeping it warm. She always felt safe with him, now she felt safe at him when she was at her most vulnerable (aside from physical intimacy). 

Pressing her face into chest again, a content sigh passed her lips as her muscles relaxed further and she could feel herself slipping further into a state of unconsciousness.

[protectxur]

And someone's still groggy this morning. She hasn't quite realized yet that she's not in her bed and with someone else.

[protectxur]

And now Ada's snuggling into him just a little bit. Comfortable Gil was comfortable to sleep against.

[protectxur]

And someone was passed out on the ground near the back door of the Vessalius mansion, hair splayed out around her, limbs in no particular direction after she fell. A faint sheen of sweat was covering Ada's forehead, and her breathing was shallow despite a heightened body temperature. Seems something wore her out and fast.

[protectxur]

And the inexperienced Vessalilus is blushing quite a bit at the notion of Gilbert kissing her.