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Researching  to  gain  an  upper-hand  with  Alice,  enjoying  to  play  with  her  favorite  ‘salve’  came  as  an  familiar  entertainment  that  tenderly  warmed  his  heart.  fully,  With  sincerity  and  perseverance,  he  was  trying  to  win  this  fight  in  these  common  battles:  Alice  always  had  the  word  to  make  him  suddenly  brutally  embarrassed  or  always  had  the  little  phrase  to  make  him  uncomfortable…  where  he  counterattacked  after  embracing  the  entirety  of  this  passing  feeling  !  Once  touched  inside  his  most  secretive  emotions  of  attachment  towards  her,  he  desired  showing  her  how  much  he  was  caring  about  her,  how  much  she  always  was  valued  by  him  —  meantime  seeking  to  inculcate  some  elegants  manners,  vainly,  feeling  himself  living  in  this  princely  title  of  future  duke  of  the  Vessalius,  playing  with  desire  this  place  of  king  …  Though,  betrayal  thoughtfulness  came  to  tourmenting  him  along  during  these  innocents  games.  Taste  of  circumstances  inside  an  playing  illusions,  in  middle  of  something  he  was  recreated  inside  an  noblesse  he  partially  saved  and  experienced  by  instants,  had  concealed  distress  behind  it.  He  didn’t  wanted  to  borther  his  friends  over  these  strange  circumstances  who  happened.  He  didn’t  wanted  bring  too  much  an  matter  over  an  aside  experience  he  received,  in  middle  of  timing,  where  his  memories  would  conceal  guilt  and  powerlessness  over  an  tragedy  …  He  was  still  an  noble  only  by  cherished  remembrances,  when  time  clock  didn’t  sounded  as  it  had  moved  from  ten  years,  when  absence  of  news  of  his  father  didn’t  resonated  like  an  entire  abandonment  …  He  touched  noblesse  sphere  again  accidentally,  on  brust  of  his  good  heart.  Discovered  how  much  he  was  well  off  in  silent  darkness  with  future  call  from  a  devouring  Abyss.  Darkness  were  able  to  devouring  people  inside  their  everything,  to  consuming  their  soul,  to  corrupting  an  presented  goodness  …  or  to  changing  dramatically  an  entire  existence,  when  he  maintly  touched  partially  these  shadows  …  were  touched  by  remembrance  of  ancient  melody  …With  his  friends,  eventually,  he  would  manage  not  to  fail  them.  Not  to  remain  simple  observer  of  their  troubles,  not  to  stay  inside  an  backstage  seat  when  he  desired  to  act.  With  Alice,  knowing  she  will  perceiving  these  little  moments  when  he  will  not  feeling  exactly  as  the  same,  even  though  his  lips  would  only  confessing  partially  reasons  on  it,  he  anchored  himself  to  that  brightness  sensation  with  her  …  his  natural  desire  to  protect  her  of  everything  …  played  around  those  innocence  embrace  inside  their  mutual  playfulness  and  his  deplorable  lost.    As  emerald  eyes  crossed  observing  ones  of  Gil,  an  kind  of  emotional  turmoil  showed  up.  Gaze  desired  to  be  sharpened  for  recognizing  when  burden  over  his  shoulders  were  too  heavy.  He  might  probably  not  be  around  during  ten  years,  he  desired  more  than  ever  catch  up  all  that  time.  He  might  turn  out  old,  not  the  same  kid  he  loved  at  every  occassion  tourmenting,  his  playfulness  could  be  expressed  inside  various  manners  and  remaining  inventive  —  besides  to  knowing  someone  who  triggered  many  ~nasty~  ideas  about  how  acting  playful,  when  himself  disagree  about  how  this  was  close  to  fun  definition  …  there  was  an  gentleness  inside  his  tourments.  As  much  he  was  welcomed  with  terrible  sweetness  coming  from  Alice,  barely  sharped.  Realizing  from  afar  something  inside  the  gaze  of  Gil,  he  used  an  opportunity  to  acting  from  behind  in  a  surprise  hug  to  Alice,  before  innocently  rushing  over  to  Gil.  Teasing  him  would  no  doubt  brighten  her  day,  to  which  he  offered  her  his  biggest  smile.    ❝  Are  you  worried  I’m  getting  eaten  by  the  rabbit,  Gil  ?  ~    ❞  An  empathizing  over  that  metaphoric  description  naturally  escaped  his  lips  recently.  If  he  could,  he  would  take  one  of  these  Funtom  rabbit  stuffed  animals,  for  feeling  his  heart  and  his  entire  mind  resonating  with  it  …  which  partially  acted  with  Alice  too.  There  were  less  consideration  about  knowing  she  was  B-Rabbit,  when  even  her  Chain  existence,  resonated  something  inside  of  him  …    ❝  Being  worried  about  me  so  early  in  the  day  is  rewarded  with  a  surprise  hug  !    ❞  He  bounced  back  as  he  hugged  him,  laughing,  expressing  his  most  brightful  smile.    ❝  No  jealousy  like  that~    ❞  He  still  wanted  to  annoying  him  for  avoid  whatever  worries  he  might  have,  but  had  to  think  about  it  …  when  as  his  smile  inscreased  with  pleasure,  meanwhile  been  deeply  affectionate,  sought  to  taste  this  cup  of  coffee.

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Here comes a small servant with a tray of tea for— "Master, your tea."

He looked up from his paperwork in mild surprise at the soft voice, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. Gilbert always seemed to have such good timing. He was just starting to get frustrated with this stack of forms and files. 

“Thank you, Gilbert. Did you make this?” 

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        She hoped her Uncle wouldn’t be upset at her at all for leaving Lutdwidge for the afternoon without telling him, even if it was Saturday and she didn’t have classes to attend anyway. The latest letter from Oscar had left her worried about her close friend, and decided that going to see him in person was a better course of action than a simple letter, even if she knew Gilbert would have appreciated a letter too.

        As the carriage stopped off at Gilbert’s home, Ada wasted no time going upstairs and knocking on the front door; she was quite certain he would be home right now. Her uncle had given her the impression that Gilbert had been at home more often than not while he wasn’t feeling well emotionally, so going there versus to the Vessalius manor seemed like a safe course of action. But just to be safe, and so he knew that it was someone looking to see him, Ada called out after she knocked a few times.

        “Gilbert, are you home?”

     “  Word on the street says you can solve my problem.  ”  ...                   “  You ... can solve my problem, can’t you?  ”

     salutations!  it’s Monique, here again with not a new muse but a familiar one.  one who I don’t think I’ll ever forget or move on from, so - with that said, this is an independent (side)blog for Gilbert Nightray from the manga Pandora Hearts.          if you’re interested please like and/or reblog for me!  this isn’t my first time around the block with Gilbert but it is my first time running a sideblog since I’m too stubborn to start anew ( and cant multimuse, I tip my hat to u multimuse muns ).                                  so please take note that if you follow nghtry,       chances are you’ll get a follow back from lorddiiavolo.  thank you for ur time!

"Gil!! I don't trust that —" He pointed to the other "Oz" "— thing one little bit! I'm the real Oz!" Oz looked both hurt and pissed that the one calling HIM AN IMPOSTER was so close to his friend. "I'm the imposter?! Oho! I'm no such thing!" Damnit where was Alice!? She'd be able to to figure out what the hell was happening! "I think that other "Oz" is Mad Baby. So GET AWAY FROM IT GIL! He had shown up in MY ROOM out of the blue claiming to be me! He even flicked my forehead! As if I'm not real!" Oz scoffed and glared that the other "Oz". @ghostpining && @nghtry

                                                      " !? "  What the hell.

   Gilbert stares, mouth agape with incredulity as he looks at one Oz to ... the other...? He doesn't know what to think of this but it is clear to him that something isn't adding up. Then there is the question of why this is happening, followed by how.

    His mind is torn on what's the best next course of action but despite himself, he reluctantly steps away from the Oz behind him and the one in front of him. He wants to help but ... but how?! How does he know which is the real Oz?! And now that one of them mentioned Mad Baby, that only furthers his suspicion! " Y-you ... " Golden eyes dart between the two as if trying to find even a subtle difference between the two but the resemblance is ... flawless, if not a bit uncanny. Oh, what should he do?

   " I don't understand. " He finally says, brows knit together as if he's thinking hard. " What did you do? That is ... " That is, whichever Oz is ... the real one ..? That is too strange to even think. " Is this some kind of prank? Oz, how did you even manage ...? " He refuses to believe this has anything to do with Chains. If that were the case, Raven would've reacted and quite frankly Gilbert would've already had a suspicion of there being a Chain. So then this must be a prank. Right?

    His eyes have been concentrating between the two long enough until he finally speaks again,  " ... Where's Alice? " He's noticing the lack of her here, that should be a sign. She's in on it. This has to be one of the best if not the cruelest pranks Oz has put together thus far.

❛  are  you  sure  you’re  okay ?   you  still  look  a  little  woozy .  ❜ OKAY BUT BBY GIL CONCERNED FOR JACK. LISTEN...

       “   hm ?   " for a moment , silence had struck Jack as he finally took the second to allow emerald eyes to glance down. Clashing with the innocent eyes that stared up towards him , concerned laced within his eyes , and it was that which snapped Jack from his episode. With a smile slowly returning back to his face , Jack crouched down in order to ruffle the child's head , " Yes , I'm fine. Heh , you know ! You're pretty good at watching out for people ! I'm lucky to have someone like you around here ! " As if to distract from his previous state , Jack gives a charming smiling before tucking his hands underneath the boy's armpits in order to lift him up in the air. Laughing as he swings him around before finally settling Gilbert on his hip , " I promise I'm doing wonderful now ! "      // @nghtry  -  𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑨 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 . 

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    Gilbert had just finished putting the groceries away, his back facing Oz as he folded the paper bags for future use.  Raven grunts in response to his name being called, turning his head to find Oz looking particularly amused ... too amused.  The tone he used only further convinced Gil that Oz was certainly up to no good.

            “  What is it, Oz?  ”  He’d already been hounded by Alice a little earlier for dinner — practically as soon as he stepped through the front door.  “  I haven’t started dinner yet if that’s what you’re going to ask.  ”  he says as he’s already rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands.

Adult’s  world  always  have  been  discovered  though  observations  outside  peephole  of  a  door:  a  fragmented  reflection  of  responsibilities  they  constantly  lived  ;  a  shattered  perspective  of  density  of  things  he  wasn’t  aware  about  meanwhile  empathize  within  results  into  their  features.  A  little  voice  giving  remembrance  he  should  have  been  treated  as  one  some  time  ago,  minus  ten  years  of  shift.  Meanwhile,  somewhere,  his  heart  was  somehow  happy  …  to  have  remained  into  youth  —  losing  everything  he  knew  before,  losing  entirely  of  his  landmarks  without  possibility  to  gain  them  back  …  but  spared  of  agony  he  could  perceived  into  people  around  him.  He  was  nothing  of  a  hero  ;  nothing  of  someone  able  to  do  a  difference  so  far  :  his  existence  was  what  it’s  is,  into  present  time,  to  make  closest  friends  happy,  to  eventually  lowered  down  fiercely  their  hidden  sadness.  Curiosity  always  generated  that  instinct  of  discovery,  even  into  a  place  he  often  go  as  Gil’s  apartment  :  too  respectful  for  truthfully  meddling  but  seeking  entertainment  into  a  book,  a  recollection  of  noblesse  somewhere,  something  awakening  remembrances  of  the  manor  …  rediscovering  always  same  place  as  an  eternal  game.  Unless  Alice  was  too  focused  to  bring  his  being  into  intense  conversations,  to  turn  embarrassment  obvious  into  his  features  …

His  mind  matured  despite  how  permanently  innocent  he  wanted  to  be  seen.  As  understanding  about  how  delicate  one  existence  can  be,  considering  how  lucky  he  was  to  not  to  have  to  complain  about  tragedies  that  could  resonated  if  it’s  disappeared,  such  perspective  wanted  to  be  stayed  untouched.  Still  pretending  innocence  will  never  be  altered  regardless  circumstances;  giving  insouciance  illusions  —  while  enjoying  every  little  opportunity  to  exposing  his  blindness  had  been  slowly  destroyed.  Noblesse  status  wasn’t  something  he  wanted  to  bring  on  with  Gil  :  even  if  he  didn’t  cared  about  social  consequences  to  fight  over  equal  treatment ;  he  preferred  adapting  towards  a  removal  of  past  luxury  he  known  before.  Even  if  he  missed  that  life.  ❝  Happy  to  see  you  !  ❞  He  admitted  gently  with  reassurance,  when  green  gaze  indicated  he  still  wanted  to  annoy  him  but  ignored  the  way.  ❝  I  was  wondering  what  kind  of  books  you  should  recommended  me  —  although  it’s  smaller  than  the  library  of  my  memory,  you  must  know  better  than  me  which  books  to  choose.  I  like  to  visit  your  apartment,  I  always  discover  things  ~    ✩  !  ❞

A young raven brings her wildflowers. Was it allowed? Nevermind that.

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        It was a wonderful, sunny day. On days like these Lacie loved to go outside, remove herself from the sofa and be free-spirited as she could be. The bearer of the misfortune eyes was restricted from leaving the ground. But did Lacie ever listen? That must a joke to ask! Lacie was anything but a brave girl. She was wild and unpredictable. She was not bound by any rule. Taking impulsive decisions was like second nature to her. She didn’t care to return to the family house and be barked by many lectures--she would just pretend to listen and care when her ears couldn’t really care much.

        Lacie was sitting against a tree. She straightened her back, her hair was spread besides her and her eyes remained close. This could be described as one word: peace. Nothing else in the world mattered. Only she and the vastness of the universe. The green grass, the beautiful lake in front of her and the sounds of animals and the cold breeze causing goosebumps (She didn’t mind the cold. She was used to it but how was another story of the past she didn’t like to share with others)

        She opened her eyes when her peace was disrupted by the sound of footsteps. She thought she was the only one (well, Levi did know this place as well because he’d follow her once. Screw him for that) who knew this hiding spot. Did someone follow her again? It was a plausible answer. Though she shouldn’t take too much pride for wearing the crown for being the only one who knew this place.

        But before she could feel any sort of ill intention to this person, a boy with raven hair came into her vision. Her gaze softened: Gilbert. She grew a soft spot for the boy. He reminded her of her brother Oswald but Gil was much more expressive and in a sense very sweet and innocent. She couldn’t help but grow fond of him.

        He had a bunch of wildflowers in his arms. Lacie tilted her head and to her slight surprise, the wildflowers were being given to her. She felt touched by the kind gesture. Gilbert couldn’t have done it better; she loved flowers so much.

        “ Silly, you shouldn’t have. ❜❜ She happily accept it from him and hugged the wildflowers close to her. She grabbed Gil’s right gloved hand and gave it a tender squeeze. ❛❛ Thank you, Gil. ❜❜ 

        Ada’s poking her head into the kitchen, concerned after hearing Gilbert’s distinct screaming; she hoped it wasn’t Snowdrop or Kitty having scared him again. “Gilbert, are one of my cats bothering you?”

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   Shoulders squared as his whole body suddenly freezes as Oz pounces on him followed by a yelp in surprise. His guard immediately subsides the moment he hears Oz's laughter booming into his right ear. "Oz—!! Wh—what are you doing?!" His cheeks have taken a light shade of pink while sighing and muttering under his breath something about how he could've dropped the coffee grinder if it weren't for him. Thankfully it was only the grinder in his hands and not another, possibly more hazardous type of kitchen utensil.

                        "You need to be more careful. ... And that wasn't funny."

No  enough  words  into  his  language  will  be  accurate  for  expressing  affectionate  sentiment  —  exposing  gratefulness  of  someone  presence  …  was  something  he  noticed  to  be  horribly  complicated.  He  didn’t  wanted  something  else  in  return.  He  didn’t  wanted  becoming  the  attention.  He  didn’t  wanted  that  gesture  be  linked  to  anything  else  going  on  into  circumstances  or  about  a  possible  unknown  future  when  it  was  about  goodbyes  or  unexpected  tragedies.  Oz  desires  just  to  be  an  instant:  eternal  and  important,  imposing  and  comforting,  warm  and  understanding.  Once,  he  believed  self-sacrifice  was  an  expressive  means:  taking  everything  on  his  shoulders,  searching  darkest  sadness  doors,  pushing  behind  value  of  his  own  life  …  faithful  no  consequences  will  appear. Perhaps  perception  of  his  existence  remained  a  light  shiny  speck  of  dust  among  many,  slight  movements  generated  by  his  actions  or  how  he  pictured  himself  into  big  schemes  did  generated  aftereffects:  he  thought  he  could  protected  others  by  staying  into  castle  of  his  own  self  …  without  daring  to  look  on  empathizing  sentiment  of  how  these  concerned  people  will  react  on  it.  He  generated  constant  worries  without  mean  to  —  however,  there  was  no  desire  to  cry,  no  desire  to  still  confessing  everything  he  should  have  reacted  on.  Someday  his  lips  will  found  right  words  for    a  view  who  changed.  Still,  meanwhile,  he  could  sharing  a  loving  sentiment  —  without  limitations,  without  sentiment  of  insufficiency.

Thought,  resulted  reaction  wasn’t  what  he  expected.  No  something  he  will  dwell  on.  Completely  proud  to  have  surprised  Gil  —  it  became  difficult  to  find  nice  ideas  to  bully  him  with  —    laughter  increased  over  his  pink  cheeks  into  strange  face  he  was  making,  rubbing  against  his  back.    ❝  Me  ?  Nothing  strange    ~  You  have  a  warm  back  !    ❞  Apparently,  none  of  the  words  will  came  out.  No  even  an  ‘  giving  you  affection  !  ’  ;  not  a  note  about  how  he  missed  such  thing.  Considering  he  was  horrible  at  taken  his  moments,  he  forgotten  altogether  current  place  Gil  was,  with  coffee  cup,  when  intrigued  cup  get  an  idea  —  otherwise  a  message  to  be  passed,  he  could  meddle  a  little  as  always,  right  ?        ❝  Ooooh.  I  have  been  terrifying  you  with  a  hug  !  It’s  too  gentle  for  you  ?    ❞    He  provoked,  uncaring  about  if  starting  point  of  the  gesture  within  underline  will  be  understood,  with  mischief,  enjoying  his  height  for  take  the  grinder  into  his  hands,  changing  position  by  go  somewhere  else.  No  caring  about  how  he  might  like,  he  watched  inside .    ❝  That’s  a  lot  !    ❞

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Thoughtfully  features  were,  usually,  hidden.  Nothing  about  deepest  thoughts,  consciousness  about  various  emotional  turmoil  others  lived  …  wanted  to  be  seen  …  wanted  to  be  acknowledged.  Disliking  in  the  same  way  to  remaining  that  quiet  observer  on  people  side,  to  embracing  them  within  light  on  their  existence  —  before  eventually  going  out  of  reach,  before  he  was  unable  to  catch  them  …  Density  of  past  traumas  barely  desired  to  receiving  adequate  treatment  :  what  use  to  screaming  about  absence  of  a  father  loathed  him  when  even  his  noblesse  status  was  a  travesty,  sometimes  feeling  as  an  good-looking  appearance  and  center  point  of  a  play  he  didn’t  know  the  content  ?  What  use  to  recollect  what  he  would  have  desired  for  the  future,  when  another  concept,  delicate  and  cruel  as  time,  removed  all  possibilities  he  could  have  created,  having  to  create  that  path  himself  ?  What  use  to  confessing  uncomfortable  about  a  metaphoric  position,  by  moments,  he  seemed  to  touch,  when  sometimes  there  was  internal  indications  he  somewhere  knew  where  lay  his  crime  ?  Speaking  over  his  feelings,  especially  in  front  of  people  he  cared  the  most,  will  remained  constantly  the  most  complicated  task  :  if  he  dared  confessing  some  of  his  emotions,  himself  will  not  allowed  density  of  his  thoughts  to  be  exposed,  to  ironically  sounding  experienced  meanwhile  having  to  learn  everything  he  didn’t  know  of  the  outside  world  …  as  if  the  white  rabbit  dreaded  what  he  was  going  to  see  if  he  arrived  on  time  ;  watching  the  clock  move  in  unexpected  directions  ;  knowing  full  well  he  couldn’t  afford  to  be  late  or  want  to  hide  in  a  hole  in  front  of  the  truth.

Gil,  obviously,  will  not  have  been  fooled  by  gaze’s  look.  Gratefully,  enthusiastic  hands  touched  the  hat  with  pleasure,  as  it  was  a  gift  —  returning  into  a  spontaneous  half-faked  mischief  when  illusion  to  be  his  master  could  awakening  once  more  …  likewise  as  they  were  kids  …  likewise  when  he  was  the  noble  and  the  servant  without  consideration  of  social  class  …  before  he  turned  to  be  the  adult.  Watching  somewhere  a  clock  as  similar  gesture  sounded  mostly  ironic  as  time  passed,  he  answered  playfully,  with  a  tone  betraying  a  mixture  of  seriousness  and  childishness.    ❝  —  a  chocolate  cake  !    ❞  When  it  concerned  meals,  honestly  he  had  still  so  many  to  discover  he  didn’t  knew.  When  it  concerned  sweets,  depending  of  moods,  he  could  pick  up  what  he  had  to  rediscover.    ❝    Please  !    ❞  Sadly,  pretending  to  acting  as  ‘  master  ’  will  remain  an  complicated  task,  whirl  with  the  hat.    ❝  It  will  be  a  good  opportunity  seeing  what  biggest  world  propose  !  I  have  little  opportunities  …    ❞  There  was  no  particular  desire  to  bouncing  back  on  why  :  barely  his  existence  have  been  peaceful  from  now.  Besides,  when  he  could  even  pretend  to  be  in  society  ;  less  naive  to  darkness  hidden  around  that  realm.

𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝐼'𝒹 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝑜 𝒢𝑒𝓉 𝒯𝑜 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇

1. Alias / name: Felicia

2. Birthday: September 22

3. Zodiac sign: Virgo

4. Height: 5′3

5. Hobbies: Photography, doing research / self-education, tennis, reading, video games, watching a movie or show, exploration, creative writing, jogging or going for a walk, city trips, travelling, edits, cosplay and collecting 

6. Favorite color: Blue

7. Favorite book: Pandora Hearts (duh)

8. Last song: Never Enough by Jakub Hübner

9. Last film / show: I’m watching season 2 of You haha

10. Recent reads: Anne Frank Diary

11. Inspiration: Music, re-reading manga panels, fanfiction, fanart

12. Story behind url: Y’know I don’t remember xDDD

13.Fun fact about me: I’m a very forgettable person. You can repeat to me ‘’don’t forget’’ a dozens of time and I end up forgetting anyway OTL

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